Page 176 of Dirty Like Zane
“It’s amazing. You did a great job, and I love it,” I assuredhim.
“You’rehappy?”
“Yeah. Hells yes, I’m happy.” I kissed him softly, and then we toasted with our cranberry mocktails. “Here’s to many happy years together,okay?”
“Okay.” His eyes twinkled at me over his glass as we sipped. “You know, you’ll be able to drink again. If you want, you can take off with the girls later to the bar and celebrate. I won’t be mad. A little jealous,maybe…”
“Fuck that. I’m screwing you later until we both pass out fromexhaustion.”
The grin spread across his face. “That sounds like a way fucking better plan. I knew I married you for areason.”
“And what reason would that be?” I asked, as he set our drinksaside.
“Because you’re fucking smart, Maggie,” he said, lounging back and taking me with him. “You always know where it’sat.”
“Of course I do,” I said. “It’s in yourpants.”
He laughed, pulling me into his side as he wrapped his arm around me. He held my hand, drawing it into his lap and brushing my knuckles very purposefully against his dick. Teasing me. Reminding me exactly where it was gonna be atlater.
His ice-blue eyes said itall.
I just licked my lip andstared.
Zane’s eyes darkened… Then he smirked and looked away. I watched him looking at our friends, laughing and carrying on around us. It was loud. The music had gone up, the lights had gone down and people weredancing.
But all I wanted to do was stare atZane.
My man wasn’t perfect. But he was definitely…epic. He was sexy and smart and devoted, and he still made the backs of my kneessweat.
Our relationship wasn’t perfect, either. But yeah… it was pretty fucking epic,too.
I stared at his gorgeous blond hair, styled in an edgy fauxhawk… His strong, defined, slightly crooked nose… His broad shoulders in his black shirt and vest. His strong hands with all the rings… and his bare ring finger, which bore the tattoo of myname.
My tattoo was visible, too. I’d stopped covering it up once we went public with ourrelationship.
And as it turned out, things did change once our marriage was totally out in the open. For thebetter.
We’d had all kinds of reactions from all kinds of people, both good and bad. Though mostly good. Anyone who really mattered to us, whose opinion really mattered, had been supportive, in theend.
And Zane was right. When our relationship went public and everyone weighed in on it, the fans had their say and the media swarmed all over it… it really didn’t changeus.
Instead of heaping the pressure on, it had taken the pressureoff.
No more secrets. No more littlelies.
No more sneakingaround.
I ran the tip of my finger over his ring tattoo and he looked at me. Our heads were close together as I leaned into him, our cheeks practicallytouching.
“I’m sorry your mom’s not here to see this,” he said, sincerely. I knew he meant it, deeply, because he loved me thatmuch.
He loved me enough to know what I needed and where my heart was at. To pay attention to all the little things, and the big things,too.
And God, I lovedhim.
I squeezed his hand and shrugged, knowing exactly what my mom would say to that. “Maybe sheis.”
Zane didn’t say anything, but he kept staring atme.
