Page 102 of Oathbreaker

Dash didn’t hold back with the punch.

And…Colt barely even moved.

I press my thighs together, a ripple of desire flowing through me. Because Colt barely flinched. Because Colt is big and strong and I really like it when he uses all of that big and strong for my benefit. Because Colt may still be healing but he’s a man through and through and?—

“That boy may have the nicest booty on him of all the boys.”

I blink, head swiveling toward Mrs. X.

She’s clutching her glass of wine and tapping her chin, as though deep in thought about booties and the men they belong to.

Or maybe the women, I think, my lips turning up as I snag my own glass of wine and take a sip.

“Well,” Aspen says, “I happen to think that Banks’s”—she grins and winks at me—“booty is the best of all the men’s booties.”

Willow smirks but joins in. “Are you denigrating my man’s booty?”

Jade rolls her eyes, but I don’t miss the slight tinge of pink on her cheeks. “Are we seriously talking about the men’s butts?”

“Nope.” Mrs. X drinks deeply. “We’re talking about booties. Discussing booties of the opposite sex is far less creepy than talking about your young men’s butts.”

“Is it though?” Willow asks, earning a sharp look from Mrs. X.

“I’ll take one thousand for I’m Glad Frankie is Asleep, Alex,” I say dryly, earning my own sharp look from our adopted grandmother.

“You think I would talk about booties when my sweet little granddaughter is awake?”

“Why do I suddenly have the urge to cover Maisie’s ears,” Aspen mutters, slowly rocking her sleeping daughter in her arms.

“Because booties may invade her dreams?”

That kind of snark usually comes from Lily (but she’s not in town). Or me. Or Willow. Or Aspen.

From Jade, though, especially when paired with a mischievous smile, it has us all freezing in place.

Then Mrs. X grins. “Pregnancy hormones are good for you.” A wink. “For the record, your Royal’s booty is also very nice.”

Jade rolls her eyes, her cheeks pinkening further, but she doesn’t bite.

Aspen does, glancing over at me. “Should we call Lily and loop her in on booty ranking?” Her lips quirk. “Because I will fight to the death on the fact that my man’s booty is the best booty of them all.”

“Them’s fighting words,” Willow teases.

But Jade surprises us again.

Because she already has her phone out and has dialed Lily.

Something we discover when I hear the tell-tale tone of the video call connecting and turn to see Lily’s gorgeous face popping up on the screen.

She holds up her own glass of wine.

“Please tell me that’s from Oak Ridge.”

Mrs. X pfts. “As if we’d drink anything else now that your man has made it clear he’s close with a billionaire winemaker.”

Jade passes her phone to Willow so the other woman can more effectively point the video at sweet, gorgeous Maisie. “Jean-Michel also owns the hockey team, the Oakland Eagles, Mrs. X.”

She perks up. “He plays hockey?”