Cheryl (Gwyneiira's Book Blog)’s Reviews > Bounty > Status Update

“Are we gonna jump each other and be late for dinner?” I asked.

“Tempting,” Deke answered.

We stood there staring at each other.

“Baby, put your boots on,” he eventually ordered. “I can see with that hair and that dress that those boots are gonna torture me all night. But to do all I’m gonna do to you later, I need steak.”

“So I take it that’s official you wanna see about lookin’ into a future with me.”

“Yep,” I replied immediately.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his gaze falling to my mouth. “No bullshit. Out there. Open. My Jussy.” He looked again into my eyes. “Made for me.”

Deke nodded, knifed up, moved in to touch his lips to the slight bite mark he’d made with his teeth the first time he came inside her and he did that with his lips curled.

That mark was not going to go away. He’d renew it every time he needed to renew it. She was taking him everywhere for as long as this was working between them.

She lifted up slightly, reached out still connected to him, and dragged her purse from the nightstand to the bed. He turned his head and watched her dig in, pull her phone out and look at it.

She then looked to him.

“Joss,” she stated and took the fucking call.

Her mother was calling and she was taking that call while his dick was still hard inside her.

Fuck, his gypsy.

Deke felt his lips twitch.

Deke dumped the five packs of condoms on the counter at the convenience store in town.

He watched the cashier guy’s face turn startled before he slowly lifted his gaze up to Deke’s then turned it to Jussy who was standing close to his side, holding his hand.

The man’s face stayed startled as his eyebrows flew up.

Deke dipped his chin and saw her smiling bright, bold, huge and unashamed right at the guy.

His big hand cupped my jaw and he said, “Yeah, gypsy, I like you.”

I knew I was smiling big and happy when I corrected, “No, you so totally like me.”

Deke smiled back when he confirmed, “Yeah.”

That smile.

God.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, lifted up my head and gave him a hard, closed-mouth kiss.

He was not going to be able to go back to sleep and he was not going to have Justice, her hair, her ass, her legs and her tits all pressed into him the way she pressed into him when he was unconscious, getting all that fully conscious and knowing in detail all he wanted to do with it.

Fuck, he’d been forced to try to find sleep with a rock-solid hard-on he took pains not to let her feel for days.

Jussy was Justice Lonesome, the girl who’d inherited a lot of money and even more talent from her father, the girl who made her own mark on that world.

But that was what it was and it was only a small part of who she was.

In reality, she was just Jussy, even if being just Jussy said a fuckuva lot.

Deke had no idea if he could work with that.

What he did know was that he was going to try.

Her eyes swung around and up where she clearly spied her husband because she called out, “Hey, baby.”

Ty called back, “Mama.”

Yikes.

Ty’s rumbling “mama” might be better than Deke’s “baby.”

Though, not better than his “gypsy.”

“Hey, Daddy!” one of the little ones shrieked.

“Hey, baby,” Ty called back to his daughter.

Okay, that “baby” was even better than “mama.”

Yeesh. Mountain men. Who knew?

No girl without a man could have a friend with Deke’s chest (and stomach…and ass, it should be added).

I mean, really.

It was torture.