Page 41 of Sangre
His gaze drifted down to the snug top that clung to the soft swell of her tits, loving the way they rose and fell with her quickened breath.Damn, she’s beautiful.A soft smile spread over her lips when she caught him looking at her, and it sent a bolt of white-hot lust right to his dick.
“Here’s your water. Have you decided what you want?” Tammy asked, pen and pad in hand.
“I’ll take a piece of chocolate cream pie,” Isla said, her eyes never leaving his.
“What do you want, handsome?”
He tore his gaze away. “I’ll have the breakfast burrito.”
“Sriracha inside like usual?”
He laughed. “You know me too well.”
“That’s scary. It means I’m spending way too much time around here.” She refreshed their coffee then scrambled away.
“She seems nice,” Isla said, her gaze still on him.
“She is. She works hard. Single mom of two teenagers and no support from her loser ex.”
“That sounds like lyrics from a country song.” He guffawed. “Maybe you could help me out with the lyrics for a new song I’m writing.” She ran her tongue over her top lip.
What I’d like that tongue to do to me. If she keeps flirting with me, I’m gonna bust.“So, do you wanna come over for dinner on Sunday?”
“I’d love to. It’ll be nice to see your parents again. Will your brothers and sisters be there?”
“The whole damn clan.” A grin broke over her face and her eyes shone like frost in the moonlight. Without thinking, he reached over and stroked her cheeks; they were soft and smooth. As he pulled away, she captured his fingers, holding them tight against her face while staring intently at him. He inhaled sharply.Fuck.
Plates hitting the table broke the connection between them. “Chocolate cream pie,” Tammy said as she put the dish in front of Isla, “and breakfast burrito with sriracha. I don’t know how you can eat that hot stuff.”
“It’s damn good.” He winked at her and picked up his fork.
“Besides more coffee, are you all good for now?” They nodded and she scurried away.
“Best chocolate cream pie. Ever.” Isla brought another bite up to her mouth. “Just so good.”
“Glad you’re enjoying it.” He averted his gaze from her face because just watching her sweet lips open and close as she devoured the pie slice made him hard as hell.How fuckin’ lame is that?
As he chewed, he looked over her shoulder, his gaze landing on Nick Jeffers as he made his way toward their table. Sangre had gone to high school with him, and he couldn’t stand Nick back then, and now that he’d become a deputy sheriff, Sangre had no tolerance for him. He thought he was hot shit because he carried a gun and a baton.
“What the fuck does he want?” he muttered under his breath.
“What?” Isla asked, scraping the remaining crumbs on the plate with her fork.
“Do you remember Nick Jeffers?”
She shook her head. “Not really. The name sounds vaguely familiar.”
“He was in my class at Jefferson. He joined the sheriff’s department, and he thinks his shit doesn’t stink. Never cared for him back in the day, and I can’t stand him at all now. He’s headed this way.”
Isla looked over her shoulder then turned back around. “The way he’s walking is like something out of an old seventies’ cop show.”
“Steve, how are you?” Deputy Jeffers asked as he came up to their table.
Instead of looking at him, Sangre took another bite of his burrito, chewing it slowly. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Nick’s face turn red. He kept eating.
“I heard you were back in town, Jordan. How’s LA?”
“Good, I guess. I’m sorry… but I don’t think I know you,” she said, pushing the plate away, “and my name isn’t Jordan anymore—it’s Isla.”
