Tuesday, August 29, 2017
With football season approaching, I couldn't help myself. :)
- 18 chicken wings
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/2 teaspoon sugar
- 1/2 teaspoon paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon cayenne
- cooking spray
- 1 cup barbecue sauce, preferably Hickory Smoke Flavor
- 1/2 cup honey
- 2 tablespoons ketchup
- 2 tablespoons hot sauce
- 4 tablespoons butter
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- Wash, dry, and season the wings with the salt, garlic, pepper, cayenne, sugar, and paprika. Preheat the oven to 375.
- Spray a cookie sheet with a generous spray of cooking spray.
- Place the wings in a single layer on the cookie sheet, and place in the oven.
- Cook for 35-40 minutes, depending on the size of the wings, turning once.
- While they are baking, make the sauce by slowly simmering the sauce ingredients over the lowest heat.
- When the wings are done baking, carefully dip them in the sauce, and place them back in the oven for another 5 minutes, or until the sauce is bubbling.
- Serve with ranch dip.
- ENJOY!And remember to save some for everyone else! (that's bullshit. EAT IT ALL!!!)
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
"It's not like you thought I was a virgin," I said, raising an eyebrow at Dak. "You fucked me hard before you turned me loose in the Outlands. Did you think I'd suddenly reverted or something?"
"I-- no! I just wasn't expecting you to take to any of this without some kind of persuasion."
"And you don't think pleasure is it's own persuasion?"
Now, he gave me a lopsided grin as he stood. "Depends on the one providing the pleasure. You offering?"
In answer, I grasped Talon's cock. Never taking my eyes from Dak, I eased Talon's cock into my mouth until the head hit the back of my throat.
"Fuck," Dak whispered, jerking his pants down and moving beside Talon to offer me his cock.
I sucked him several strokes before I let him slide from my mouth. "What makes you think I'm going to suck you too?" I asked, grinning at him. "You doubt my sexual mojo even after sampling me. Why should I reward your doubt with another taste?" Before he could answer, I sat back, tapping my finger on my chin. "Maybe I'm just not your type."
Talon growled and guided me back to his waiting dick. With a grin, I enveloped him again, my eyes on Dak. Talon's fingers tunneled through my hair, guiding me as he moved. "So fucking good…" he rasped. "Hot. Wet."
Dak growled, his expression changing from bemusement to determination. "I saw her first," he muttered. "Hand picked her." He batted Talon's hands from my hair. Thankfully, Talon didn't try to use me as an instrument of tug-of-war and released me. Even if it was with a snarl at Dak.
I chuckled as I swallowed Dak's member, his salty essence mingling with Talon's. I had to admit, this was not at all unpleasant. Two men who acted as if they had to have me was heady in the extreme. It had been fun with Magenta, but the three of them had been working out issues among themselves. I was merely a useful tool in their arsenal.
Now I had two men, one I was totally infatuated with, one I'd fucked my way to ecstasy with not half a day ago. I knew both men loved what I could do with -- and to -- them and knew they'd see to it I enjoyed myself as well. It all combined to make the act that much more enjoyable. Hotter.
"Mmmm," I hummed around Dak's cock, moving my mouth on him as I jacked him with my hand. I still pumped Talon with my other hand, not letting him go. Despite Dak's hold on my hair, I pulled away to give Talon another suck, licking and slurping as I went.
"Delicious," I groaned as I switched back to Dak.
Over and over I did this. Until finally, Dak got impatient.
"Here," he offered me his cock while Talon was still deep in my throat. "Lick us both." Talon hissed in a breath, but grunted his assent, his cock twitching like a son of a bitch as he pulled out of my mouth.
I opened my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue for them to lay their dicks where they would. No way I could take them both, but I loved this experimenting and teasing. Both cocks resting side by side on my wet tongue was such a sight. Both large and veined. Talon's slightly darker and wider than Dak's. Dak's thinner but longer. Both men urged me to continue stroking, their cock heads directly on my tongue.
I could make them come like this. I knew I could. Already, Dak was on the verge. I could tell by the way his balls drew up tight and sweat dotted his skin. He'd removed his shirt and unlaced his breeches to push them half way down his thighs. I itched to explore his body like I had Talon's. I itched to explore Talon's once more. Two powerful males with powerful bodies. All for my pleasure.
With a wicked gleam in my eye, I enveloped the tip of both of them. One cock resting on top the other. Both men groaned. Talon thrust slightly, gliding over Dak and deeper into my mouth. I pulled back, knowing I'd end up hurting one or both of them if we continued.
"I want you both," I said, sitting back. "Inside my pussy." With a grin, I added. "Now."
I didn't even get the last word out before Dak plucked me from the floor before them and moved to lay me on the bed. I sucked at the skin of his neck while he gently settled me down. I suspected he took extra time just to keep me touching him. His heart pounded. Nearly as hard as my own. Two men I was deeply attracted to were about to do wicked things to my body. If I'd known this was what had been in store for me when I'd been sentenced to exile, I'd have gladly stripped and paraded myself around the whole goddamned city with a smile and a fucking princess wave.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Talon didn't bother to cover his erection as he opened the door to admit Magenta and her pets. I remembered one's name was Zeus, but had no idea what the other was called. Talon snarled at Magenta when I knew he was anything but angry.
"I told you after the evening meal," she said, looking down her nose at me, already sizing me up. "We just finished eating.”
"Well, we haven't," I said, jumping on the only thing I could think of that would make Talon express displeasure. I also suspected he wanted to establish dominance before we began this.
Magenta rolled her eyes. "I suspected as much when the whole village heard both of you rutting like animals." She turned slightly. "Luca." The tall male entered with a platter laden with fruits and cheeses. "You can feed your pet while mine look her over. They'll want to make sure they know how she moves. I won't have her disfiguring my own pets."
I took a step forward. "I will eat in peace. If the three of you wish to start without us, I'll be happy to watch and I'm sure I'll be appropriately aroused. As to disfiguring them, as long as they don't try to do something to me I expressly refuse to allow, there will be no problems."
Magenta refused to look at me or acknowledge my presence in any way. Instead she motioned for Luca to set the tray of food on the hearth. Obviously she expected I'd eat my food on the floor. Like a $pet. I raised my chin, knowing I'd refuse even if Talon asked me to.
Talon scowled at Magenta, stomping over to the hearth to retrieve the platter. With his long strides, he carried it to the table and waved me over. That was as far as he went though. He sat in a chair and snagged me around the waist when I tried to sit in another chair. Lifting me to sit on his lap, he turned me to face away from him, but spread my legs so that my thighs were spread wide, My knees resting over his own powerful thighs. Like this, I was open to any who wished to view me.
I glanced over my shoulder at Talon. "Really, barbarian?"
He shrugged, the grin never wavering from his ruggedly handsome face. I almost forgave him when he wrapped one muscled arm around my chest, covering my tits, and cupped my pussy possessively with the other hand. Almost.
"I still don't like you in this moment, Talon," I said with no real conviction. He chuckled against my ear, kissing my neck as he squeezed a breast. He lazily grazed my neck up and down, which sent shivers up over my body. I knew the other men couldn't tell how turned on I was getting because Talon's big hands effectively blocked my nipples -- which I was sure were pebble hard -- and my pussy -- which was probably soaking wet.
I let my head fall back against his chest. The deep rumble coming from him told me he was pleased by my easy acceptance. I wasn't sure if this was his way of keeping both women in his home happy, or if it was simply his way of playing with me, but I couldn't really stay mad at him.
Then I felt something at my lips. I opened my eyes and Zeus was on one knee in front of me with a piece of cheese grazing my lips. "It's has a sharp bite." He grinned. "Like you."
OK. I liked Zeus.
Magenta scowled at her pet but said nothing, undressing without a word. Luca helped her with the fastenings through all the fur in her outfit. Knowing Magenta didn't like that $her pet was giving $me attention eased my anger further. I opened my mouth to accept the cheese bite from Zeus. He smiled and offered me a slice of fruit next. By degrees, I relaxed.
Talon rumbled a masculine purr beside my ear, rubbing his face against mine as Zeus fed me one delicious bite after another. He offered me a cup of sweet water which I drank with an appreciative moan.
"What's your name, mistress?" Zeus was charming and polite, but there was a cunning intelligence in his eyes. I wouldn't be surprised if there was more to him than a simple "pet."
"Alafair," I said without hesitation.
"Mistress Alafair," he said offering me another bite of cheese.
"No. Just Alafair," I wasn't going there.
He smiled. "Alafair, then."
Just as I thought $I could get used to this, Zeus gave me another bite of fruit. This one was dripping with juice. He didn't make an effort to catch the drops. Instead, they fell on Talon's arm. Which Talon moved as he nipped my ear. The next few drops landed on one tit. When I bit into the fruit, a steady stream ran down my chin to my chest. Zeus glanced at Talon -- who nodded -- before leaning in to lick the sticky juice from my skin.
I stiffened, before crying out when his tongue rasped over one nipple. This was $wonderful! Talon's big dick pulsed against my backside with every swipe of Zeus's tongue and every cry the other man milked from my throat. The stubble on Talon's jaw abraded the side of my face in an erotic scrape as he rested his chin on my shoulder. My every sense was on fire, loving the lavish attention.
I glanced at Magenta and Luca. The man had finished undressing her and was massaging her shoulders. He was attending her, but his eyes were fixed squarely on me. Magenta stood proudly naked, her breast large but high and firm. Muscle made her body ripple with her every movement. Had she not been such a bitch, I'd have found her extraordinarily attractive.
OK, so I $still found her attractive even though she was a bitch. Her long hair was braided in an intricate style that was at once functional and exotic. The silky looking chestnut strands were threaded through with gold, probably from the sun. Her skin was lightly tanned except where her outfit covered her, the tan lines standing out like an erotic invitation for a man -- or woman -- to trace with his tongue.
Talon grunted, nipping my earlobe sharply before sucking the little bit of skin between his lips and licking away the sting.
He nodded in Magenta's direction. Did I like looking at her?
"Well, she's a beautiful woman," I admitted. "Of course I like looking at her. Don't you?" I purposely talked about the other woman as if she weren't in the room to fuck with her. As expected, she bristled.
"As if I care what you think, $pet."
I shrugged, a little smile tugging at my lips. "Got you to speak directly to me, didn't I?"
That got a snicker from Zeus around a mouthful of nipple. The… $pet didn't even try to hide his amusement.
Magenta's face and neck flushed scarlet. "I will turn you over to the warriors," she hissed to Zeus. "Do you think they'll go as easy on your ass as Luca does? They'll abuse you until you beg them for mercy, but they will show you none!"
That got a "whatever" shrug from Zeus, but, interestingly, a deadly frown from Luca. I said nothing. Magenta obviously had no idea the bi-play going on there. Who was I to enlighten her? None of my business.
"In any case," I said as if nothing had happened, "the thought of the two of us writhing on the fur in front of the hearth isn't $unappealing. I imagine the guys would enjoy the sight as well.""I'm not here for $their pleasure." She glanced at Talon before stiffening and focusing on Zeus still licking and sucking at my tits. "The pleasure of pets matters to me not at all. I'm interested in my $own pleasure." Again, she glanced at Talon. My eyes narrowed as the truth hit me. This woman wanted Talon! Badly. What would she say if she knew what had truly transpired between me and Talon?
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
TOTAL TIME: Prep: 35 min. Bake: 15 min. YIELD:12 servings
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
2 cups cold water, divided
6 large tart apples, peeled and thinly sliced
1 cup golden raisins
1 cup dried apricots, halved
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 tablespoons cornstarch
2 cups biscuit/baking mix
3/4 cup 2% milk
1 tablespoon coarse sugar
2 teaspoons grated lemon peel
1. In a large saucepan combine the sugar, cinnamon, salt, nutmeg and 1-3/4 cups water. Bring to a boil. Stir in the apples, raisins, apricots and lemon juice. Return to a boil. Reduce heat; simmer, uncovered, for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally.
2. Combine cornstarch and remaining water until smooth. Stir into pan. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Transfer to a greased 13-in. x 9-in. baking dish.
3. In a small bowl combine biscuit mix and milk just until blended. Drop by tablespoonfuls onto hot apple mixture. Sprinkle with coarse sugar and lemon peel.
4. Bake at 400° for 15-20 minutes or until topping is golden brown. Serve warm with whipped cream. Yield: 12 servings.
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Tuesday, July 18, 2017
They say love strikes when you least expect it. It’s certainly true for Ares Grayson and Honey Love.
Honey knows there are no knights in shining armor. As a single mom walking a bumpy road alone, the light in her life is her son, Sebastian. Her world revolves around him, and she’s determined to give him the opportunities she had, but threw away when she took a gamble with her heart.
Ares has more than enough to give any woman in his life, but there’s only one woman he’s interested in. When he sees her for the first time in seven years, he realizes just how much he needs to protect her…and the special package she brings with her.
The past and present collide in a hurricane of emotions and memories. As Honey and Ares unravel the wreckage of the past, a new storm rolls in. Apollo. Ares’s brother…and Sebastian’s father.
Ares stood from where he’d been sitting in a darkened corner of the hall just inside the stairwell. He had a good view of Honey’s door and was still in the shadows. Which wasn’t saying much. Most of the safety lights were out.
Well. Ares was about to give someone a reason to not be in this particular hall harassing this particular woman. As the lanky bastard in a dirty wife beater sporting wood through his thin pants knocked at Honey’s door, Ares crept closer. He was about to pull the guy into the shadows and make him piss himself when he heard Honey’s resigned voice.
The conversation didn’t last long, but it was enough for Ares to see red. The fucker was hitting her up for money, padding the rent. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was working toward. It stopped tonight. When Honey closed the door and had every lock clicked into place, Ares pounced.
Her landlord turned around, a sickening smile curling his lips, and ran straight into Ares. Literally. The man’s nose hit Ares’s chest hard enough to cause him to tear up. “Awfully late to be shaking down tenants for money, don’t you think?”
The little man -- Mr. Hooper, he’d heard Honey call him -- backed up a step before standing his ground. “Her rent is due today. If I don’t come to collect when I know she’s home, she won’t pay. I’ve had trouble with her in the past.”
“You didn’t argue when she told you she’d never been late in the three years she’s lived here. Are you saying she was lying and you didn’t call her out?”
“They all lie. What’s the use arguing? Besides, she didn’t pay me everything, even with me tracking her down at this ungodly hour. If she’s not careful, I’ll get social services involved. Any mother who would keep her child up this late doesn’t deserve to have him.”
Ares only thought he’d been angry before. With a growl, his hand shot to the other man’s throat. Ares spun them around so that Hooper landed on the opposite wall from Honey’s apartment. “This is the last time you come here when it’s not daylight. If I see you anywhere near this woman when it’s not full sun out, I will gut you like a fish.” Ares was in the man’s face, his hand clamped like a vise around his throat. “Take the money you have and go. Do not come back for more. Is there anything about what I’ve just said you don’t understand?”
When the man shook his head, Ares released him. “Go.” Ares didn’t have to tell him twice.
The locks to Honey’s apartment clicked open slowly, as if she were trying to open the door without anyone noticing. Ares stepped back to put his large frame in front of the door while Hooper beat feet down the hall, just in case he decided he might try to take Ares on to get to Honey. Unlikely though it was. “What are you doing?” she hissed, finally undoing the last chain and opening the door for him.
Ares didn’t take time to protest her unlocking the only defense she had against people like her landlord. He shouldered his way inside and locked the doors soundly again. “I decided to watch over you tonight,” he whispered, aware that Sebastian was in the same room and not wanting to disturb the child more than he already had been. “Is Sebastian still asleep?”
Honey looked over her shoulder. The light spilling in through the kitchen window from the street lamps bathed her face in a golden glow. “I think so. He’s usually a pretty sound sleeper.”
“Good. Go to bed. I’ll stay by the door in case you have any more late-night visitors.”
“No, Honey,” he said gently. “That guy is setting you up.”
“I know,” she said. Ares was sure her voice broke. Before she could turn away from him back to the sleeper sofa, he snagged her arm gently and pulled her to him. The light on her face now illuminated the tears drying there. Ares felt like he’d been gutted.
With a groan, he pulled her into his arms, palming her head with his hand to hold her against his chest. “God, baby. Please don’t cry.” As if his broken plea were her permission, Honey let out a little cry against his shirt. Her hands bunched in his shirt and fisted there as she used the material to muffle the sounds as that one cry turned into body-racking sobs. Ares could do nothing but hold her to him. Resting his chin on her head, he squeezed her to him tightly.
When she showed no signs of stopping any time soon, he scooped her up and slid down the wall to sit with her across his lap. It was clear her heart was breaking. Whether from the past or what she saw as an uncertain future, Ares didn’t know. He just knew he wanted to kill his brother for hurting her. True, Apollo had been just as young as Honey, but he’d had seven years to realize his mistake and make up for it. Instead, the little punk had run as far from Greenville, Kentucky as he possibly could.
As her tears continued, Ares vowed he’d make this right, no matter what it took. Finally, when he could stand no more, he brushed the tears from her face and encouraged her to look up at him. “Shh, baby. Shh. Nothing bad is going to happen to you and Sebastian ever again. I swear on my life.”
“Apollo swore to me he loved me.” She sniffed. “Why should I believe you when your own brother lied to me?”
He swore softly. “Tell me what he did to you, Honey. I need to know.” So he’d know exactly what he was beating Apollo’s ass for.
Cheeseburger in Paradise
1 lb ground beef
1 large onion, chopped
1/2 tsp seasoned salt
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1 dash(es) worcestershire sauce
1 c shredded cheese
1 c milk
1/2 c bisquick mix
1. Heat oven to 400°F.
2. Spray a 9 inch pie plate with non-stick cooking spray
3. Cook beef and chopped onion in a skillet over medium about 10 minutes or until beef is brown. Drain excess fat.
4. Stir in salt, garlic powder and Worcestershire sauce and then spread in pie plate. Sprinkle cheese on top of meat.
5. In a small bowl, whisk together the milk, eggs and Bisquick. Make sure you try to get as many lumps out as you can. Pour over meat mixture.
6. Bake in oven for 25 minutes or until a knife comes out clean
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
A Dad for Sebastian
"What's your name, kid?"
"Sebastian Love," he said, holding out his hand to shake Aries's. "Pleased to meet you." The kid's name was, again, setting off all kinds of alarm bells. He should know this kid, but damned if he knew where.
"Aries?" The kid's eyes got big. "The Greek god of war?"
"The very one," Aries chuckled. That comment about his name usually got his hackles up, but Sebastian was looking at him with something like awe. His glasses seemed to take up half his face and he continually pushed them up on his nose. With the thick lenses, he reminded Aries of the really smart baby chicken from the Foghorn Leghorn cartoon.
"Wow! Are you really a Navy SEAL?"
"Used to be."
He looked confused. "I thought once a SEAL, always a SEAL."
Aries couldn't help but smile. "You know about stuff like that, do you?"
"Well, that's what I read. Was that book wrong?"
"No. That's pretty much the way it is. I hurt a knee, then got offered a job in a different area of the Navy." He shrugged. "I guess when you get old you want away from the action." Aries grinned at the child. He didn't look like he was old enough to read. At least, not a book about Navy SEALs.
"How old are you?"
"Six. How old are you?"
"What book have you been reading about SEALs at your age?"
The kid immediately went fishing in his backpack and pulled out a book. It didn't look like it was geared toward kids his age. In fact, it was by an author he recognized as being a New York Times bestseller. The book too.
"Isn't this a bit old for you?" No way this kid could read and understand something like this. The thing had to be more than six or seven hundred pages long.
"Well, it's a bit violent, but since I've never seen the stuff it's describing it doesn't give me bad images." Was this kid for real?
"I mean," Aries pinched his forehead, "you can read and understand the story?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm advanced for my age." Sebastian talked like an adult. Read adult books.
"What else are you, uh, advanced in?"
"Pretty much everything," he said matter-of-factly. "I have a special teacher for math and science. My reading and spelling teacher just lets me work through the books on my own and tests me when I reach an end of a section." Then he got a down and out look on his face. "But I suck at music."
Aries blinked. "Music."
"Yeah," the kid shook his head as if it were the worst possible failure. "My mom says I'm tone deaf." He shrugged. "She doesn't seem to mind, though. Just laughs and says I have to not be good as something."
"So, music and basketball then?" Aries couldn't keep the grin from his face.
"Pretty much. Well, basketball and every other sport. Mom says I have trouble walking and chewing gum at the same time but she loves me no matter what." This kid was just… God, just... to damned cute!
"Maybe we can play ball sometime," Aries said, in no way able to keep a straight face now. "I'll bring some bubble gum along. That way, you'll be able to tell your mom you can so walk and chew gum at the same time."
He giggled then. "I think I like you, Mister," he said. "I bet Mom would like you, too. You want to meet her?"
Actually, he did. Anyone who would leave a kid alone in a public park needed a good talking to like he'd given the young bullies. He'd gone from trying to redeem himself to being this young boy's protector and teacher. How the fuck had that happened? The second he thought it, the more the band around his chest since his brother had left seemed to loosen a little. What he was doing felt right. Necessary. Both for him and for the boy.
"Tell me something, Sebastian. What are you doing here by yourself? This is a great park and all, but it's dangerous for someone your age to be here alone."
Sebastian immediately flush and looked away. Aries thought he might not tell him, but he finally sighed, that defeated posture again tugging at Aries's heart, and confessed. "I told my mom there was after school supervision so she wouldn't leave work early. I heard her boss told her if she left early or brought me there again he'd fire her."
"Sebastian!" A female voice came from behind them, the shrill panic evident. "Get away from him!"
Sebastian turned and grinned, oblivious to the woman's discomfort. "Hey, Mom! Come meet my new friend! He's a Navy SEAL! Can you believe that?"
Aries glanced over his shoulder...and nearly lost his breath. Hurrying toward them was the most exquisite woman he'd ever seen. Strawberry blond was pulled back into a bun but strands fell about her face in unruly curls like they'd escaped during her day. She impatiently batted at one curl doggedly swinging in her eyes only to have it blow right back. And he fucking knew her!
She dressed in a waitress uniform of pale pink, the skirt hitting just above her knees. The V of the collar was low enough to show cleavage if she'd had any, but her breasts were either too small or she wore a minimizer bra. Aries was dying to figure out that little secret. Why had he never noticed her figure before? Probably because she'd still been a kid. Now, her pale skin was a temptation. She sported a generous amount of freckles, but not enough to camouflage her creamy complexion. A thought struck him in the head so hard and the image boured into his brain, refusing to be jostled loose. What it would be like to connect every single one of those freckles...with his tongue.
God! He had to stop thinking like that. The girl was so much younger than he was he didn't even want to think about the difference. She'd been his brother's age but still a couple of years behind him in school. And he'd been eleven years older than Apollo.
"You don't know this man, Sebastian," she said as she picked up his backpack, urging him up to hurry him away.
Aries raised his hands in a non-threatening gesture when Sebastian spoke up. "He kept the Rat Pack away from me, Mom. He's cool." He resisted her trying to force him away, as if his explanation were enough to satisfy anyone.
"Sebastian…" she started, glancing at Aries. The wide eyed expression on her face told Aries she remembered him. Which was good since he planned on getting acquainted with her really soon. Then she gently turned Sebastian to her by his shoulders. "We've talked about this, baby. You're not supposed to talk to strangers. And where's your teacher? I thought you said there was a math workshop the rest of the week?"
The kid's face turned beet red as his mouth worked, obviously trying to form an answer his mother would believe. Sebastian looked at Aries helplessly, looking for help Aries couldn't give since he had no idea what was going on.
"Hi, Ms. Love," he said, addressing her in a familiar way so she knew he remembered her, but also for Sebastian's benefit. Also, he wanted to steer Sebastian away from trouble. "I'm working with St. Mildred's Outreach to keep the park clean."
"Sounds like community service to me," she said, not meeting his gaze. There was a becoming blush across her fair cheeks that kind of made the freckles across her nose blend in to her face slightly. "Are you on probation or something?"
"I promise I'm not. Check me out with Father Luke if you think you need to. Though, I suspect you remember me and know I'm not a bad person." That answer seemed to satisfy her a little. At least, didn't look like she was going to bolt.
After a moment or two, she let out a weary breath. "Why are you here, Aries? And don't call me Ms. Love." She scowled. "I hate that," she mumbled.
"Sure," he fought a grin and lost. "Honey."
Aries couldn't help it. Having been teased his entire life about his name, he should be the last one to smile at an unusual name, but his lips quirked. They always had. In the past, when he'd even thought about her, he'd grinned. Now, when the smile came, Honey Love punched his arm. Hard.
Aries chuckled, unable to help himself. So she punched him again.
"Mom! You don't mess with a SEAL unless you're ready to fight!" Sebastian's eyes were wide as he stood, moving his little body between his mother and Aries to push her away. "He'll clobber you!"
"Relax, little man. I'd never hurt your mom." Aris rested a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Your mom has just as an unusual name as I have. I'm thinking she doesn't like people grinning at her name."
Sebastian turned to Aries. "Wait. You smiled at her?"
"Oh, man." The boy winced. "No wonder she was ready to fight you." He turned back to Honey. "I still don't think it's a good idea."
Her lips twitched even as she went for a scowl. "He grinned, therefore he's taking his life into his own hands. Besides, don't let my size fool you. I can take care of myself."
"Oh, I have no doubt," Aries said, trying his best to keep a smile off his face.