“She can also sing and dance. At least that’s what Gia told us,” Sandman said.
“She sure can, but no one but us will ever see her dance,” Calder said as J.J. walked over.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked as she joined them.
Lincoln smiled as he tucked her next to him as she leaned her head against his chest. Her arm was in a cast and sling, after the bullet had lodged into the bone and cracked. She hadn’t been a happy camper at all.
“Just talking about how you can dance. Lincoln was saying that you were a pole dancer,” Big Jay stated and Lincoln widened his eyes right before the smack to his gut made him lose his breath. They all started laughing.
“Damn, J.J. They’re messing around. I never said any such thing.”
She looked at him and then leaned her head back against his chest. He held her firmly.
“Well, if you’re going to go around telling everyone that I was a Vegas showgirl, you should get it right. I didn’t always use a pole,” she said and the hoots and hollers echoed around the room. Calder grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. The others moved away, leaving them with their woman as they still laughed.
Lincoln, Calder, Conway, and Brook gathered around J.J. Calder held her tight and put his hands over her ass cheeks.
“Hey,” she reprimanded.
“Hey yourself. We own this ass,” Calder announced loudly. More chuckles erupted.
“Now, what’s this about you sometimes using a pole when you danced?” Lincoln asked her. She looked at him and smiled.
“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.”
Conway tugged her hair, and she looked at him.
“Oh you’re going to tell us, or you’re going to show us as soon as we get home,” he stated.
“Only if you’re good boys, will I show you,” she whispered and winked. The slap came to her ass quickly and she gasped and then another two landed firmly on her rear.
“Hey!”
They all kept a hand on her. Two on her ass, one on her shoulder, and another on her waist.
Calder held her gaze firmly.
“Oh, you will be showing us, and only us,” he said.
“Really? I was kind of thinking about retiring from the force, and maybe giving the Vegas thing a real shot. You know, sexy sequin dresses where my breasts pour from the top, makeup, roaring crowds, men pressing money into my cleavage. I hear that the popular girls can make a few grand a night just from what’s stuffed down their cleavage. I figured with my rack, I’ll be set,” she teased as she pulled gently on her shirt so more cleavage would show.
The men got angry but then Lincoln held her chin with his fingers and stared into her eyes.
“Oh, no, you won’t be. You’ll be too busy with us, rolling around on the mats in the dojo, bending over the workbench in Brook’s workshop, laying spread eagle on the kitchen table for me. I’d say that our sin city showgirl is officially retired.”
“Oh really?” she asked as she smiled, with her cheeks a nice shade of red.
“Really. Now let’s head home. You’ve got about four punishments coming your way, and my hand is itching to start the first one right here and now,” Calder stated.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she teased, as they were waving good-bye to their friends while shuffling her out the door.
Before the door closed Lincoln slapped her ass and she squealed.
“Come on, Vegas, we’ve got a hell of a night planned for you, and a heck of a ride home,” Calder whispered as he trailed a finger over her jeans to her pussy making her close her eyes and moan.
“A girl’s got to love an American soldier. You’re all so damn sexy,” she whispered and they chuckled as they climbed into the vehicle.
Lincoln smiled the moment he saw Calder pull J.J. onto his lap. She straddled his waist and kissed him deeply. Oh yeah, they were blessed. J.J. came into their lives filled with piss and vinegar and an attitude that rocked their worlds. Her heart was broken, her distrust torture, and she was exactly like the four of them. All alone, with only nightmares and memories to hold on to until now. They loved her just the way she was. Tough, bullheaded, and drop-dead gorgeous. Life didn’t get any better than this.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
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