Page 212 of Savior
“Well, I just lost whatever influence I had if you’re taking his dessert off the table.” Dean gripes.
I smile triumphantly and shift my focus back to Viking. “Spill it.”
“When Lucinda married Daniel, Dean and I crashed their wedding.”
Dean lifts his hand to protest. “Now hold on, we didn’t crash it. She did give me an invitation, to be fair.”
“Fair?” Viking scoffs. “She gave you an invitation to be a fuckin’ bitch.”
“Well, yeah…” Dean concedes Viking’s point. “For the record, I had no intention of going to their wedding.” He jerks his thumb in Viking’s direction. “This asshole got me drunk and dragged me there as my plus one.”
Viking is still grinning ear to ear. “Hey, in my defense, it wasn’t all that difficult to get you drunk back then.”
Dean doesn’t have much to say about that point.
“So, what happened?” I ask. “Did she have you two thrown out?”
“She wanted to, after Viking’s shenanigans.” Dean says, a grin beginning to creep across his face now. “But security took one look at Viking and decided we could stay.”
That doesn’t surprise me. “What did you two do?”
“To start, we rated her bridesmaids on a scale from one to ten as they walked down the aisle.” Viking laughs. “I stole the pen from the guest book everyone had to sign on their way in and wrote scores on some napkins.”
“You didn’t.” I look at him, trying not to laugh. That is appalling and very rude, but I can’t deny finding it a little funny. “I hope you were polite about it, at least to them.”
“Dean gave them all tens, don’t worry.” Viking rolls his eyes. “Even if some of them weren’t.”
“Even drunk, I’m still a gentleman.” Dean insists.
“You’re both terrible, is what you are.” I try not to giggle.
“Viking ate a huge chunk of the wedding cake before they got to cut it. And replaced the bride and groom topper with one that said professional gold digger.” Dean adds.
My mouth drops open as they both laugh now. “I’m afraid to ask if either of you objected to the marriage, or if a toast was made.”
“Oh, there were no objections.” Viking laughs. “But Dean’s toast highlighted all the reasons they deserved each other. I was impressed.”
“I don’t remember what I said.” Dean shrugs, “But it was right around then, Lucinda’s parents called the cops, and we were made to leave shortly after.”
“But not without a couple of Lucinda’s bridesmaids under our arms!” Viking laughs, shoving Dean. Dean winces as if he expects me to get mad about that.
“You two are so bad.” I shake my head at them.
After dinner and dessert, Viking leaves and we wave him off. I start towards the bedroom to change, when Dean grabs my arm, stopping me right in front of the kitchen island. I look up at him to meet his eyes. He’s wearing a dark, wicked expression.
“You were a very naughty girl, Vanna.”
I simply stare at him, wondering just what I did that was so naughty? Our bathtub session was days ago.
“Don’t look at me all innocently. I saw the way you were watching Viking.”
Oh…
“I’ve never seen carpet installed…” I begin to explain, when Dean grabs me, hoisting me up off my feet. Before I know it, I’m perched up on the kitchen island, and Dean is standing between my legs, pulling me to him and pressing his mouth to mine. He kisses me ardently, his hand at the back of my head, holding me where he wants me as his tongue dominates mine. After a moment, he releases me, his strong hands now sliding up my thighs beneath my skirt, grabbing my underwear.
“Are you seriously jealous of Viking?” I can’t keep the humor of the entire situation, from my tone. It’s ridiculous!
He hooks his fingers into my panties, yanking them down roughly as his heated gaze bores into mine. “I don’t like the way you were looking at him.” He jams my underwear into his back pocket.
