“Open it,” he said, approaching. He stopped at the edge of the bed and handed her the white package.
Levin took up residence against the wall by her dresser, looking like he was sucking on a lemon, but keeping his eyes on B.
This sucked. The brute had finally found someone to love, and then this shit happened. It hurt me to know he was hurting. Hell, that Dom was hurting. Dom might not come out and say it, but we’d been friends long enough that I could read his tells. The way he licked his lips when she touched him. How his eyes were always trained on her. The way the tension seeped from his body whenever he was near her. His smile, the one he hardly ever wore. Yeah, my boy had it bad. We all did.
B tore through into package and stared down at the contents. I lifted my brows in surprise at the baby blue dress inside.
“I thought you liked red?” She cocked her head at him.
“It’s not always about me,” he said gruffly, his gaze darting to Levin who stood stone still watching the exchange, sadness creeping onto his face.
Yeah, her last dance in a pretty dress. Our own little Cinderella. Except it wasn’t a shoe she’d lose. It would be her life.
I rubbed my chest, feeling sick.
She slid across the bed, the blanket still secure around her body, and crawled into Dom’s lap like the sweet kitten she was.
She whispered something in his ear that made him wrap his arms around her and hold her close.
Levin and I watched the exchange. I’d never seen Dom treat a woman like she was the only thing in the world before. He never showed anyone the sweeter side of himself, and in that moment, I could see what sort of man he really was to his woman. He gave a damn. So much so, his agony at losing her was palpable to me.
His lips met hers gently, his hand moving to cradle her delicate face as he deepened their kiss. She shifted against him, her blanket falling down, her stiff nipples grazing against the front of his suit jacket.
My cock thickened as I watched the exchange. When I glanced at Levin, his focus was on them, his pants sporting an impressive tent too. I’d kissed him earlier. Just something in the moment for B, but I’d liked the harsh brush of his lips against mine. The pressure. The urgency. The struggle over who would dominate. It was a nice contrast to her mouth. Never in my life had I ever even noticed another man, but I knew if it ever happened again with him, I’d try a little harder than just stroking his cock and kissing. It was probably number four on my bucket list of weird shit I wanted to try.
I turned back to Dom and B. He finished their kiss, going back in once more for a peck on her swollen lips.
“Get dressed. We’ll wait here.”
She nodded, looking up at him all dazed with a content smile on her face. Dom lifted her small body off his lap, the blanket she’d been covered with falling to the floor. She started to reach for it, but Dom kicked it away.
“No,” was all he said.
The brilliant flush I loved so much on her body returned as she backed away, her gaze locking on mine. I winked at her, making her blush deepen as she shuffled to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
The look of serenity on Dom’s face slipped away only to be replaced by his stone-cold mob prince mask.
“We need to talk,” he said, finding me in the room, his eyes sad.
Fuck. I knew it. I knew it.
We were going to lose our little bee.
“How bad is it?” I asked, my guts a mess of writhing snakes.
“You should sit down for this.”
Forty-Six
Bianca
The music pounded out around us as w
e entered the dance. Vincent’s arm was around my waist, and Dominic and Levin flanked us.
“It’s pretty.” I gazed around, taking in all the twinkling lights and cloud decorations the committee had put together. It was definitely a step up from the dances at my old high school. This one looked like a high budget set for a teen flick.
Vincent gave me a squeeze and placed a quick kiss on my temple before Dominic led the way to a table situated off to the side in a dark corner. When we got there, instead of me sitting on my own, Dominic snagged my hand and pulled me down onto his lap, nuzzling his face against my neck. Vincent looked put out for a moment, but he quickly turned his attention to Levin who’d been sulking since we’d gotten naked earlier in the night. He blew so hot and cold, it drove me nuts.