Daniil was watching this as he watched everything, so I took the opportunity to ask Mary, who sat beside me, “What’s up with you and Zane?”
Mary grinned at me, throwing her arm around Zane’s shoulders, stating, “We’re having a torrid love affair. Sex all day and night.”
“Mary…” my mom said disapprovingly, “language.”
Zane chuckled outright, glancing at Mary where she clung to him.
Mary’s eyes opened innocently behind her glances, “No. Really. He can goall night long.”
My mom rolled her eyes and averted her attention from them.
I stated dryly, “Now that you’re done scandalizing my mom, what’s up?”
Mary blinked at me. “What? I was telling the truth.” She reached under the table and cupped his cock under the table, making Zane jump a little. “Seriously.” She glanced up at Zane, puckering her lips. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
Zane stared down into her eyes and said softly and deeply, “Oh, yeah. And tonight I’m gonna goall night longagain.” And…he bent his head down where she rested her head on his shoulder…and flat out kissed her.
I jerked back. Staring. Jaw dropped. Well, because there was some definite tongue action going on there.
Yep. Pretty much the whole table shut up and gawked right along with me.
The kiss didn’t last all that long, but Mary and Zane parted, staring at each other, and Mary said in a deeply drawn out voice, “You’re gonna have to do better than that tonight, stud.” She took her hands off his junk and patted his leg.
And swear to God, they both started laughing.
Mary waved her hands at everyone. “We’re just kidding. You guys can shut your mouths.”
Zane snorted hard, pointing at Ember, whose jaw was only slowly closing. “Fuck, Ember. You gonna be all right?”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “You suck.” Then she jerked her head at my dad. “There’s a preacher at the table.”
My dad stated dryly, “As if that stopped you this morning from playing tonsil hockey with Grigori.”
Ember’s cheeks pinked and she shut her mouth, managing to turn her glare on me somehow.
I ignored her, and pointed back and forth between Mary and Zane, asking my cousin, “So you two aren’t…”
Mary bit into some bread before passing Zane a roll he started to butter. “No. Just hanging out at lunch.” Her head cocked. “And we went to see a movie. Just friends, though.”
She shrugged. Zane shrugged.
They were serious.
I guess there could be weirder things.
“You went to see…a movie?” Ember asked quietly, baffled by this.
“I know it’s mundane stuff, Ember. But I do enjoy seeing a show that’s not rated G every once in a while,” Zane stated, just as dryly as my dad had to her.
Ember’s mouth shut, and she said softly, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I moved out so the girls are only there half the time.” She busied herself putting her napkin in her lap and grabbing a roll.
It dawned on me. Ember missed everyone in her old house.
Mary glanced at me, apparently noticing something was up…and she missed the roll that went flying through the air from Grigori, chucked right at Zane’s head. Pegged him straight in the nose, too, when he was getting ready to take a bite. I stifled a laugh, watching as Zane managed to catch it on its rebound, and he turned scowling eyes on Grigori, who was in turn glaring at him and jerking his head at Ember, who was oblivious as she cut into her roll.
Mary caught the gist, though, and she elbowed Zane.
Zane’s expression cleared, and I swear his eyes went soft seeing Ember’s clear discomfort. He cleared his throat and asked, “Ember, maybe you and Grigori could come out with Mary and me to a movie or something sometime.” He popped the bread into his mouth, saying around it when her—Jesus, slightly wet eyes glanced at him. “If it’s not too mundane for you two.”
