“Word goes out tonight that you belong to me. Anyone fucks with you, they fuck with me …. I’m callin’ in all my markers. I’m not takin’ any more chances with this shit. Now you got an army of protection, whether you want it or not.”
I kept staring at him as that strange sensation took hold of my belly in a vice-like grip. “But…” I whispered. “Why?”
It was then he walked to me, put his hands to my neck and gently pulled me toward him until our bodies were touching. He looked down at me and his eyes changed. The warm, tender look was there but so was something else. Something I couldn’t read.
“Because you make a fucking great chocolate sheet cake.”
~ Kristen Ashley (“Rock Chick Rescue”)