Part 31 (2/2)
In one particular shouting match, Nina had revealed to her that Sam and she weren't really mated because he hadn't bitten her in what vampires called bloodletting, leaving Phoebe appalled that she'd play that kind of cruel joke on them. Nina's defense was that if Sam had had the chance to run the f.u.c.k away from her, he would have, and because he made Phoebe so happy, she didn't want to hear her whine for an eternity.
But Sam thought it was the perfect excuse for them to have that ceremony Phoebe thought they'd missed out on. And on a warm July evening they'd consummated their union with Penny as their flower girl.
And it was good. There was so much good.
Sam came up behind her, pulling her to his chest with a grunt. ”Hey, Vampire Barbie. What are you doing in here all alone? Everyone's in the living room watching the game. I got lonely without you,” he whispered into her ear, making her s.h.i.+ver for the night to come when everyone went home and they could be alone.
Turning in his arms, she cuddled against the width of his chest with the sound of Nina and Greg playfully rooting for the Packers over the Dolphins while Darnell, Heath, Casey, Clay, Keegan, and Wanda teamed up against them. ”I was just thinking about how lucky Penny is now. How lucky I am-we are.”
”Is it squishy feelings time again?” he asked, using his mocking yet teasing tone. ”I thought I met my quota this week and I was off the hook.”
Phoebe lifted her head at their private joke. If Sam hid his feelings about anything that was bothering him, and she found out when he lashed out at her in irritation, he had to sing by way of apology. The first time he'd done it as a way to break the silence between them, dressed in an outrageous purple suit coat he'd borrowed from Mark, a brush for a microphone, and a pair of panties swinging around his index finger, Phoebe couldn't be angry anymore. She'd been too busy laughing. Since then, it was always Sam's way of apologizing-of offering of himself in a way that didn't cut him off at the knees.
American Idol the Vampire Edition had nothing to fear from Sam. But he sang less and less these days and smiled more and more. ”Do you want to have to sing *What's New p.u.s.s.ycat?' again for complaining? Remember how well that turned out the last time you had to pay up for clamming up? I think the neighbors offered to put you out of your misery,” she teased, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
”You win,” he said with his grinning dry sarcasm. ”I'll give you whatever you want. Whatever you want.”
Her lips lifted to his with a smile. ”Oh, I know what I want and it has absolutely nothing to do with the shredding of a perfectly good Tom Jones song. Though, I'm happy to give you my panties ...”
Sam scooped her up, wrapping her legs around him with a chuckle. ”Think we could sneak in a quickie before we have to feed the werewolf-demon contingent?”
”No, you f.u.c.king cannot. Do the two of you do anything but crank each other?” Nina crowed from the doorway to their kitchen, grinning. ”Jesus Christ and a miniskirt. This is family day, people! Get the h.e.l.l out here and be part of the crazy family.”
Sam and Phoebe laughed.
Yeah. It was family day.
Best day ever.
Berkley Sensation t.i.tles by Dakota Ca.s.sidy.
YOU DROPPED A BLONDE ON ME.
BURNING DOWN THE SPOUSE.
WALTZ THIS WAY.
KISS & h.e.l.l.
MY WAY TO h.e.l.l.
THE ACCIDENTAL WEREWOLF.
ACCIDENTALLY DEAD.
THE ACCIDENTAL HUMAN.
ACCIDENTALLY DEMONIC.
ACCIDENTALLY CATTY.
ACCIDENTALLY DEAD, AGAIN.
ACCIDENTALLY.
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