Sir Loin of Beef (Grade-A Beefcakes 1)

“Sugar, a woman’s nipples don’t go all hard for men she doesn’t want.”

She glanced down and sure enough, two hard points poked against her flannel. Instantly, she crossed her arms, blushed prettily. As if that was going to keep me from thinking about the color of those tight tips, how they’d feel in my mouth.

Colton reached out, brushed a knuckle down the side of her neck. “A woman’s pulse doesn’t race for men who don’t make her hot.”

“We’re patient men, Ava,” I told her. “We’ll wait for you to switch your no to a yes.”

I could smell strawberries and, of course, that meant I was as hard as a fence post in the middle of the Seed and Feed.

Again. Fuck.

Realizing she was sinking into us, she stepped back, tilted up her chin. Fortified those defenses. “In the meantime, you’ll continue to kick men out of my store? I don’t need a bodyguard.”

“We know what you need.”

Those words lit the fire in her eyes, just like I wanted. Yeah, I sounded bossy as fuck, but I had a feeling, deep down, she liked her men in charge. At least in the bedroom.

“Do you always argue and bicker with the woman you want?” she asked.

I glanced at Colton, then turned to look at Ava again. Grinned.

“Sugar, this isn’t bickering.”

The bell above the entrance jingled, signaling we were no longer alone.

“Oh, what is it then?”

“Foreplay.”