Free Everyone has a Weak spot by J.J. Massa Page A

they were expected to have children together or not. Too bad for the Legacy if that's what it meant. That woman wasn't getting near anyone else's sperm.
    Whoa! Rein it in boy, War told himself.
    He turned to Zierra. He waited until she turned to him. “You see that sweet li'l thing next to Renaud?” he asked her. She frowned and looked at him again. He grabbed her head and turned it.
    “You see that beautiful, tiny little lady propped up against the man you once told me you love?” When she didn't respond, he gave her a rough shake and gritted, "Do you see her? ?” finally Zierra responded with a nod.
    “That's the one I want. She's mine. She just don't know it yet. Mayhap I'll need to compromise a time or two. I don't know shit about dancin’ if it ain't some kinda swing or two-step or one-step. But I'll meet her in the middle somewhere. She'll learn about what I care about. I want that woman. I'm willing to work for her."
    He strode from the room. A minute later, Zierra followed him. He reached into the middle of the crowd and plucked Lorelei away from Renaud, tucking her against his side.
    “Ya miss me, sugar baby?” he asked in his deep, rumbly voice. Lorelei was clearly surprised. Renaud neatly stepped around Zierra and positioned himself in front of the couple.
    “Oncle War? I didn't know you knew Rory all that well,” inquired Renaud. His voice was protective and angry. He reached out to her.
    “Maybe you don't know everything, hmm? Besides, I think you got your own troubles, boy.” War snapped, nodding at Zierra. She had begun to unbutton her blouse.
    When Renaud turned to look at her, she told him, “We will talk, or I'll strip naked right here in front of this whole room."
    Lorelei was dazed. Renaud was clearly divided. Before Renaud could work up an answer, War told them all, “You gonna strip off, little girl, do it outside. Every one of you, OUT!"
    Thank God that Maria was taking little Anna home.
    To his incredible satisfaction, all the young people filed out. When the room was empty, War turned back to Lorelei. She looked at him unblinking for a minute. Then she shook her head.
    “Sheriff Martine, did you come to give me the report?” she asked him quietly. As she spoke, she began to wander away from him. His eyes narrowed as he moved toward her.
    “I came to see you, chéri, ” he answered, “I just brought the report with me.” He continued to advance on her.
    She giggled and twirled away. “How funny that I've lived outside the law all this time. Since I moved here, I've had countless run-ins with the local sheriff."
    He thought she might be trying to keep things light between them. Apparently she still felt incredibly self-conscious about the barbecue and the late-night phone calls. Too bad. He didn't want things light between them. He wanted things heavy, very heavy.
    War reached out and snatched her in mid-twirl. As her body met his he crossed an arm behind her and clasped her hip. With his other hand he buried his fingers in her hair and held her head in his palm.
    Lowering his head to hers, he told her, “You cain't avoid the long arm of the law, chéri. "
    He bent and brushed his lips across hers. He traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. She uttered a soft, passionate sound.
    Tenderly he took her lower lip between his teeth. His tongue slid into her mouth and caressed hers with long, gentle strokes. His hand cupped her head, caressing her scalp.
    Without breaking off the kiss, he swung her into his arms and carried her down the short hallway to her apartment. He put her on her feet inside the door and began kissing her face.
    As he continued to kiss her mouth with increased pressure, his hands moved to her shoulders. In one move, he pulled the leotard down her arms on both sides and exposed her small breasts.
    She uttered a cry of protest, as he pushed the leotard completely off of her arms. He pulled his own shirt open and dropped it to the floor.
    His chest was