Page 36 of Wedding Cake Carnage
“Ooh,” I squeal. “I don’t know which amuses me more, the titillation factor or the part where you saidbooboos. But I don’t think Noah will approve of us going to your place. It’s still pretty dangerous.”
His eyelids hood low, and his lips give a sexy curve as he comes in close and takes in the scent of my neck.
A dark moan emits from his throat, and just like that, his body is pulled back aggressively and Noah has an arm slung around half my body.
Noah pumps a dry smile. “If you don’t mind, Everett, I’m cutting in.”
Everett butts his shoulder into Noah’s. “As a matter of fact, I do mind.”
Noah growls as he tightens his grip on me. “Ah, yes, well. I carried your dead weight over a hundred yards to safety. I think you owe me one. And I’m ready to cash in.” Noah adheres his torso to mine just as Tracy stomps her way over.
“No, no.” She giggles. “Oh goodness, no. The waltz is a sophisticated number. We don’t do threesomes.”
Meg honks out a laugh as she and Hook swoop in close. “Lottie’s a pro at threesomes!”
Hook nods. “We used to be, too. Those were the days.” He winks as he gives my sister a dip. He had better be kidding. But I’m not too worried about it. Meg can more than take care of herself. And if I ever see Hook hobbling around in double leg casts, I won’t ask any questions.
Tracy pulls a handkerchief from her bosom like a naughty magician. “One of you has to go.”
“He’s leaving,” they manage to say in unison.
Cormack struts her way over. “What is going on over he—” her left foot slips out from under her and she wobbles hard on her ankle as she struggles to right herself. “Ooh, ooh,ooh! Oh, Noah.” She hops over—on her left foot ironically. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to take me back to the B&B.” As fate would have it, both Cormack and Noah’s wife are residing at my mother’s bed and breakfast. “Oh please, I can hardly stand it. The pain is too much to bear.”
Noah’s grip on me loosens. “No problem.” He takes a deep breath as he looks from me to Everett. “Don’t stay out too late.”
Everett offers him a mock salute. “Yes sir, Mr. Fox. I’ll be sure to have her in by eleven.” He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “In my bed.”
Noah glowers at him as he helps Cormack hobble out.
The music picks up again, and soon the entire room is twirling and swirling to the rhythm as Tracy makes the rounds and adjusts arms, legs, and attitudes alike.
Everett and I glide by a hot pink curtain with the wordsdressing roomclearly spelled out on a sign up above. And instead of sidestepping our way to the right, he steals me away behind that curtain before I realize what’s happening.
It’s small and cloistered in this glorified broom closet that doubles as an office. Lord knows I can so relate to that. There’s a ginger jar lamp sitting on a messy desk strewn with papers and a box markeduniformsplopped on the floor.
Everett’s brows waggle with devious intent as his hand glides underneath my dress.
A breath hitches in my throat. “You do realize once you get me going, I won’t want to stop.”
A dark laugh brews in his chest. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on.”
My mouth opens with surprise. “But Everett, there’s just a flimsy piece of fabric separating us from the rest of the class.”
“That’s the best part, Cupcake.”
I bite down over my lip as I pull him in close. “In that case, feel free to sentence me to whatever punishment—or might I say, pleasure, you see fit, Judge Baxter.”
And Everett gets right to the task of doing exactly that.
Between the tugging of clothes, the hopping, the jostling, the downright nitty gritty of it all, a spasm of light catches my eye as a glorious tiger the size of my Honda appears standing on the desk.
“Beasty!” I say both excited to see him and embarrassed beyond belief.
“Beasty?” Everett quickens his moves. “I think I like that, Lemon.”
“No, actually—” I slam into the wall a little too hard and the rod holding up that flimsy curtain falls to one side, and I watch in horror as the fabric glides slowly to the right as if teasing the peanut gallery for the big reveal.
Couples stop mid-flight, and the ballroom breaks out into wild gasps as I do my best to untangle my legs from around Everett’s back and dismount to the floor. I pull my dress down in a fit as I spastically try to erect that curtain once again.