Page 32 of Savior
With a bashful little smile, she brings her arms back down, tucking her hair behind her ear as she bends to grab her leather jacket from one of the purple seats. She starts to make her way out of the lounge area, towards me, and I watch the sexy lines of her body move as she walks in my direction. The way her hips sway with every step she takes. She radiates sensuality and barely even realizes it. Looking like a total sex kitten in those tight leather leggings, paired with that black corset top. I don’t even try to hide the fact that I’m admiring the way the swell of her breasts jiggle slightly at the top of her corset as she walks.
Vanna is mine to devour, in any way I damn well please.
She’s nearly to me, when some blonde prick in a Joker cut steps up to her, halting her progression towards me. I recognize him immediately. The Rock music from the band playing on stage is too loud to hear what’s being said at this distance, though short. I come to stand behind the Joker.
“Vanna, that’s right. Been watching you dance. You’re still not rocking your man’s patch. Or is DNA Guy, not your man anymore?” He has the balls to ask her. I have to chuckle at the way he refers to me. Must have left a territorial impression that day at the rally.
“Actually, Blade, was it?” Vanna removes her hand from beneath the leather jacket draped over her arms and shows him the ring on her finger. “I’m engaged to him. And he’s standing right behind you.”
“You trying to scare me off?” he attempts to keep flirting with her, as if she’s only teasing him about my proximity.
“He fights a lot, Blade. The fact that Dean Keegan is still such a devastatingly handsome man, despite that, should scare you.”
“Can’t blame a guy for shooting his shot.” Blade replies.
I step around him to stand beside Vanna, the expression on his face a clear indication that he really didn’t think I had been right behind him.
“Speaking of shooting shots… and often.” I slip my arm around her. “Even when I’m not inside her, I’m still fucking inside her. Catch my drift?”
Blade takes a step back, jamming his hands in his pockets with a slight grin. “Loud and clear.”
“Good. If I catch you hitting on my girl again, you’ll be catching my fist in that fucking mouth.” I growl. “Go shoot your shot elsewhere.” With one last curt nod at her, Blade turns and heads back towards the clubhouse. I glance down at Vanna tucked against me.
“Another DNA line?” she peers up at me with those slightly hooded, glassy dark eyes.
“Looks like somebody started the party without me.” I tease her. “But I can definitely serve you up a shot or two, if you want it.”
“Mmm… tempting.” She smiles slyly up at me, shifting her position from my side to stand before me as she puts on her leather jacket. She reaches her arms up to drape them around my neck, and I rest my hands on her hips. “Do you remember this song?” she asks, swaying slowly to the music against me. Causing just enough friction to heat up my blood a little more. The band on stage is playing a cover of Def Leppard’s Love Bites.
“I do. I also remember a time, when I was afraid to touch you.”
“Is that why it’s on your play list? Such significant lyrics.” She teases.
“I knew I’d lose my mind once I had you, as badly as I wanted it. I was honestly afraid you’d chew me up and spit me out.”
She giggles, and it’s my favorite sound in this wretched world. “Thank the Gods you got over that.”
“Yeah, now that I know you don’t spit.” I tease her back, sliding my hands behind her to squeeze her ass and press her harder against me. Her mouth pops open at my playful crudeness, and I can’t help but chuckle, leaning down to bring my mouth closer to hers. “Keep looking at me like that baby, and I’ll give you something to fill this sexy mouth of yours with.”
She closes the distance between our lips. Though, she doesn’t kiss me. I watch as her tongue licks her bottom lip before she gently bites it, scraping it through her teeth slowly, tempting me, making me want to bite it myself.
“I dare you.” She whispers, her eyes fixed on my mouth. Her wanton gaze turns me the fuck on.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Kitten.”
Her frisky little smile broadens as her eyes look up to meet mine. She brings her lips even closer, and I can feel the warmth of her whiskey breath. The feather light touch of her lips as she whispers against mine, “I dare you.”
I’m fucking game. However, Vanna isn’t usually this forward in the middle of such populated events. If not for her obvious consumption of alcohol, I’d wonder if this wasn’t a true glimpse of her pre-Jack, playful personality peeking through. And so, I have to ask, “How much have you had to drink, doll?”
“Enough not to care if anyone hears us… Not enough that you should feel guilty for taking advantage.” She shrugs. “Probably the perfect amount.”
Fuckin’ Aces. “That works for me.” I release her ass, grabbing her hand to lead her somewhere a bit more private. As I turn in haste to head for a more secluded area on the vast property, my chest slams into a set of big tits attached to a halo of long blonde hair. I’m about to apologize, when I realize who it is I’ve just collided with.
Lucinda’s fuckin’ sister.
“Not now.” I immediately snap before she can start with me, but stubborn runs in that fuckin’ gene pool.
“It wasn’t Lucinda, Dean.” She insists.
