Page 82 of Savior
“Yeah, well.” He clears his throat, letting those words hang between us. I chuckle again as he looks out across the dark yard.
“Apology accepted, you big jerk.”
“I’m not done yet.” He gruffly sighs, turning to face me this time. He places his beer on the railing, then hooks a thumb into his pocket. As I look up into his eyes, there’s a serious expression in them I’ve never seen before. Especially not any time he’s ever looked at me. “You know I love Dean like a brother. I’d do anything for him.”
I do know that. “He’d do the same for you.” I say, taking a few steps closer to the railing as well.
Viking nods. “But I had you pegged all wrong. You’re good for him. I’ve known him well over a decade, and I’ve never seen him happier. That shit that went down with Jack Nero,” he holds up one hand to stop me when I’m about to object to this topic, “I know, I know… I ain’t gonna bring that shit up… I just want to tell you that even though you fucked up, and that you better not fuckin’ ever pull a goddamned stunt like that again, woman…” he shakes his head, letting out another huff of air as he stares at me. “You tried to protect Dean, as much as he tried to protect you… You risked your fuckin’ life for him, and I took notice of that… Not that Dean would have lived much longer had something happened to you…” He shakes his head again as if the thought distresses him, running his hand over his braided mohawk ponytail, before his arm drops and he hooks his thumb back in his pocket. “Point is, you put your ass on the line to keep my brother safe, and you never left his side. You have my respect for that. You have my respect for the love you show my boy, Vanna. For the support you give him. He’s a better man all around, because of you. You fuckin’ saved him from the Hell that was eating up his soul… And now that you’re…” Viking hesitates, his voice nearly cracking as he takes a moment, raising one of his huge hands to his face. He impatiently rubs his eyes. That little emotional crack in his armor, is enough to make my own eyes tear up again, for what seems like the tenth time today. “Now that you’re gonna have his baby… Not only have you saved his fucking soul, Vanna, but you’ve mended his broken heart. And I can’t thank you enough, for saving my brother. You have my love and respect. And I’ll protect you and this baby with my life, for the rest of my life. You’re family now, darlin’. Stuck with all of us.”
By the time he’s finished speaking, I’m a sniffling emotional mess as I full on sob into my hands before him. I never expected anything like this to ever come from Viking, on top of today being a very emotional day to begin with. His massive arms wrap around me in a gentle hug, pulling me against his big, muscular chest.
“Don’t cry, Vanna…” Viking sighs, “If Dean sees you crying out here alone with me, he’s going to slit my fuckin’ throat and ask questions later. You’ve healed him, but you’ve also cranked his level of psycho up a few notches.” He jokes, and I can’t help but laugh a little through my sobbing as he rubs my back.
“The fuck is this?” I hear Dean behind me. Turning around in Viking’s arms, I look back at him. Dean’s standing near the front door, wearing a knowing smile.
“Ah, you know, bro. Just Vanna, trying to see my dick again.” Viking replies. And the asshole we all know and love, is back.
Dean lets out a sigh, shaking his head, but he’s still smiling as he extends his hand to me. “Come on, Vanna. You too, shithead. It’s time.”
Leaning against the door jamb of the master bathroom, I watch as Vanna looks at herself in the mirror. She’s wearing cute polka-dot cotton panties in red and black, that are peeking out the bottom of her brand-new leather cut. A cut that declares her, Mine…
The bright white embroidery of the patches around the Saviors MC skull and angel wings rocker, stand out vibrantly against the black leather.
Property Of Dean… Fucking, finally!
“Well, if that ain’t the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a while.”
She gives me a little smirk, twisting a bit more to give me a better view of my patch on her back, before she turns around to face me and I realize, that’s all she’s got on.
“Oh, Maddone...” I growl at her.
She laughs. “Did you just, Maddone me?”
“Well, if you’re Scottish by injection, I’m definitely Italian by… ingestion.”
Her eyes widen, her mouth forms that little O before the corners of her mouth curve up into a smile. “Wow. You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Nope.”
She lets out a little squeal as I grab her and take her to the bed. Laughing as I plop her down in the center of it, she asks, “Is it time for my birthday performance?”
“You want a strip tease?” I joke, my hands moving to unbutton my shirt.
“Wait!Music! We need music.” She laughs with playful excitement. “You owe me after I embarrassed myself for you at your party!”
“That’s not how I’d describe it.” I sigh, “But fine, pick a song. I’ll give you my best moves.”
“Alexa!” Vanna shouts enthusiastically, louder than even necessary, which makes me laugh at her unbridled glee. “Play Pony, by Ginuwine!”
“Seriously? You’re Magic Miking me?”
“Technically, you’re going to be Magic Miking me!” She laughs, and goddamn, it’s heartwarming to see her so happy and playful again. Even if it’s at my own expense.
The song begins to play, and I start to strip, unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way and tossing it aside while I dance for her. Flexing and rolling my body in an attempt at that snake move she does so damn well. I unbuckle my belt, then grab her by the ankle with one hand and drag her to the foot of the bed. My belt whizzes through the loops of my jeans as I yank it off.
The playful smile fades instantly from her face, her breath quickening. Her eyes fixate on my hand holding the belt as her fingers tensely curl into the fabric of the comforter beneath her. I immediately drop the belt on the floor with a clunk of the buckle on the hardwood.
“Alexa, stop!” The room falls to silence. “Vanna? Where did you go?” I gently ask. “Are you here with me?”
