Elli returns to talking to one of the ladies from the afternoon when I picked Claire up and Shea leans toward me, dropping his voice almost to a whisper before saying, “Yeah, don’t hurt her. You do, you’ll have a whole hockey team after you.”
I think I just peed on myself.
Leaving me with wide eyes, he sits upright, and I look away just as the music starts.
I just got threatened by Shea Adler.
That is so fucking cool.
Yes, I am shaking in my boots, but come on, it’s not every day that the captain of the Assassins threatens to kill you. As I look over at the door that is opening, Claire comes in on the arm of Erik Titov. She’s grinning from ear to ear, looking completely stunning all done up. As my eyes lazily make a trail down her gorgeous body, I can’t wait to get that dress off her. It’s been days since I’ve been deep inside her, and I’m itching to get her naked. But I have to admit, she looks amazing fully clothed right now.
Heading in next are Reese and Phillip, looking so fucking happy they could star in a newlywed sitcom. They are disgustingly cute, but I bet that’s what people think of Claire and me. As people cheer and holler for the bride and groom, my eyes go back to where my girl is standing to find that her eyes are locked on me. A sneaky little grin pulls at her lips, and I smile as she starts for me before dropping into my lap. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her red-painted lips.
“Hey, Jude,” she says with a wink.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“I can’t stay for long. I have to sit up there with them, but I couldn’t stand to be away from you any longer,” she says in a perfect rendition of a Southern belle.
Clearing my throat, I say in my best southern way, “Well, ma’am, I’m glad you came because I just can’t live another second without your lips on mine.”
“You’re in luck, cowboy, ’cause I’ve been cravin’ some kissin’,” she says right before she presses her lips against mine.
Corny. Yes, we are. I don’t think either of us cares, though. Holding her face in my hands, I kiss her long and hard, my dick coming to life in my pants and pressing against her ass. Grinning against my lips, she whispers, “Something is poking me.”
I grin. “Yes, he misses you.”
Her eyes darken as she runs her nose along mine. “I miss him.”
I groan inwardly as she pulls away and says, “Shea, this is my boyfriend.”
Shea looks over at us and smiles. “Yeah, I know. I already threatened to kill him if he hurts you.”
Rolling her eyes, she looks at me. “I’m sorry, but did you know that the Nashville Assassins team is full of a bunch of overprotective crazies?”
“No, I didn’t see that in the paper,” I say and she smiles.
“Well, it needs to be there. Don’t pay any attention to him. He’s a big softy.”
Shea gives me a look that says otherwise, but I don’t think I should point that out.
“Okay, I gotta go do wedding crap. Can you believe they are pregnant?!”
I smile. “I’m guessing that’s huge?”
She nods. “Oh yeah, Reese never wanted kids, so yeah, big, huge deal. I’m really excited!”
“I can tell. That’s awesome, babe.”
“Yeah, okay, I’m off. I’ll come visit as I can. Everyone be nice,” she calls out to the table of Assassins, but by the way they are looking at me, I’m pretty sure they won’t be nice. Each guy is looking at me like I’m trying to steal her virtue, and all the women are looking at me like I’m a piece of cake.
It’s superweird.
Why am I sitting here again?
I bet this was Phillip’s doing, wanting to scare me. While he may be succeeding because I’m pretty sure Shea could squish me with one hand, I won’t let anyone know. Sitting up a little st
raighter, I take a pull of the new beer I was given before digging into the dinner that was magically placed in front of me. No one really speaks to me through dinner except for Elli; she talks to me and is really nice while her husband glares at me like I stole the last cookie.