Part 20 (2/2)

”A body to keep you warm at night.”

My hands are working magic on her poor feet, but if she purrs any louder we're going to start getting some strange looks. I catch Ramon watching with a grin on his face.

”So Ramon. Warm body in your bed?” she persists.

Before he can answer we hear raised voices at the side of the barn, so Carla sits up and follows our gaze just in time to see Ruben grab Rosie as she's walking away from him, and spin her round before kissing her, and I mean, kissing her. She doesn't seem to be complaining if the hands in Rubens hair are anything to go by. Unfortunately the show is over too soon with them both letting go of each other at the same time. Rosie runs off towards the cars while Ruben stands there watching her go. I'm praying he follows her, but he doesn't. Stubborn f.u.c.ker!

”I think you were right about Ruben being next. That's been a h.e.l.l of a long time in coming,” Carla observes.

”Hmm, but I'm more interested right now with the catalog you were looking through with Lily.” All I'd caught when Lily quickly whipped it out of Carla's hands was a scantily clad woman in a sc.r.a.p of lace.

”What about it?” she asks, with a blush working its way up her neck.

Oh this is going to be good.

”It was a Victoria Secrets catalog, if you must know. I can't exactly go away on my honeymoon with old stuff. My groom is going to be expecting me to be wearing s.e.xy pieces of material that barely covers the goods.”

”f.u.c.k, I'm outta here.”

”Chicken,” I shout to Ramon's retreating back before turning my attention back to my girl. ”You're killing me. You know that?”

Sitting up, she straddles me, wrapping her arms around my neck and wiggles around on my c.o.c.k before meeting my eyes.

”You do the same to me.”

Brus.h.i.+ng her hair from her forehead, I kiss her nose. I kiss her cheeks before taking her lips. She tastes of chocolate and coffee.

”I think you better climb off me before we give the baptism guests a bit more than they bargained for.” She grinds against me. ”Babe,” I whisper, which is getting difficult. All I want to do is drag her off somewhere private so I can get under the long, and I mean long, dress she has on.

”Besides, just think in one month, I'll be Mrs. Carla McKenzie, so we'll be legal. Actually, it has a rather nice ring to it.”

”Hmm. Being legal you mean or Mrs. SEBASTIAN McKenzie?”

Rolling her eyes, she climbs off me, allowing me to stand and wrap her in my arms. ”I love you, soon to be wife.”

She kisses me. ”I love you too, soon to be husband.”

The End.

Prologue.

Delight.

McKenzie Brothers #3.

Subject to change (Baptism).

Ruben.

All I wanted today was to enjoy the day, but for some reason 'little Miss. Know-it-all' is driving me crazy. Let me rephrase that. She's driving me more crazy than usual, and I d.a.m.n well blame Michael. It was, of course, Lily's idea for the waitresses to wear pink uniforms and the waiters, pale blue s.h.i.+rts, but I sure as h.e.l.l wasn't going to blame my gorgeous sister-in-law, I blame my brother, much easier target. And I'll be d.a.m.ned, but Rosie looks hot as f.u.c.king h.e.l.l in pink with her dark hair and curvy body.

In fact, she's gradually been driving me crazy since Simon, my club manager at Kenza hired her about nine months ago, just before Michael and Lily's wedding.

She has a sa.s.sy mouth and doesn't give a d.a.m.n who she gives out to, which has gotten her into trouble a few times at Kenza. Keith, head of security, has had to intervene.

And now, not five minutes ago from me asking her to help Jayne refill the empty platters, she's disappearing towards the barn.

f.u.c.k a brick!

Turning to go after her, I collide with Lily's friend, Sabrina. ”Sorry babe. Are you okay?” I reach out to steady her.

”I'm fine.” She laughs. ”I'm sorry too. I wasn't looking where I was going.”

”I don't mind. It's not every day I get a beautiful woman falling into my arms.”

And she is beautiful, which my brother Lucien has noticed. I hope he sees us right now, and gets jealous because he needs a good kick up the a.s.s or something to go after her. He's been looking at her often enough. If you want my opinion, he's an idiot and needs to get over his hang-up from the accident before someone else snaps her up.

I turn back to the woman in front of me who rolls her eyes, which makes me roar with laughter, setting her off.

”I'll see you later...Romeo.”

I grin as I watch her retreat before turning back to go and find Rosie.

Rosie He's an a.s.s. Nine months of 'Rosie do this' or 'Rosie do that'. Argh! Yes, he's the big boss and I'm the 'little slave', but f.u.c.k, he really has been on my case since I started working at the Club.

I love my job at Kenza. Well most days, especially when Ruben stays out of the way, but recently every time I turn around he's there, glaring at me. He probably wishes he had an excuse to fire me, but as of yet, I've managed to keep my temper in check and done what he asks. But in honesty, I'm not sure how much longer I can work for him. Every horrid comment from him causes a sharp pain in my chest and recently I've even arrived home with tears in my eyes. As soon as the doors close behind me, I give in to them and collapse in a sobbing heap.

Why does he affect this much? Well, you see, over the past nine months I've gradually fallen in love with him and it hurts so d.a.m.n much because it is clear that he can't stand me.

He's handsome in a rough sort of way with his dark hair falling over his eyes all the time. He ended up with a crooked nose because of his love of boxing and then you have his muscular body. All solid.

I've seen him once without his s.h.i.+rt when he'd been working out back at the club, and I'd drooled. Oh, yes he reminded me of these tattooed male models all over Facebook, with one h.e.l.l of a 'V' leading into his jeans, which had some sort of tattoo inked into his skin down there, disappearing into his jeans and it was just begging to be licked. He'd caught me drooling, of course, and had spent the remainder of the evening being an a.s.s.

”Ugh.” Turning to head back before I'm missed, I freeze seeing the object of my bad mood standing behind me. How long he's been standing there is any one's guess.

”What do you want?”

His eyes narrow. ”I'm your boss, Rosie. Or have you forgotten?”

”How could I forget with the constant stream of orders that come out of your mouth?” I feel like stamping my foot, which I refrain from, but I stand with my hands on my hips.

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