Chapter47: 47

JENNA   I’m downright giddy as Slater pulls me back behind the bar and wraps an arm tightly around me, letting the whole damn place know that I’m his now. All those hungry, male eyes run over me and then quickly look away. If me wearing his shirt and his protective arm around me wasn’t clue enough, the murderous look in his eyes as he looks at the remaining stragglers gets the message across loud and clear. “Closing time,” Slater hollers out, and there’s a hard edge to his voice, daring anyone to argue. The band is already almost packed up, and soon the bar is filled with the sound of chairs scraping along the hard floors, the door banging closed, and then the loud rev of several engines as they get on their bikes and leave. As soon as they’re gone, Slater spins me and presses me up against the bar, capturing my mouth in a kiss. God, how can any man taste so damn good? I run my hands over all that hard, tattooed muscle, moaning at how amazing he feels. He may be more than twice my age,