Page 77 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

“What’s that?” She looks up at me, appearing interested.

“It’s called a bash ’n’ splash. It’s when you rail into the person who wronged you, knocking them into a pool. I’ve heard it’s a great way to even the score.”

Jeanie laughs, her mood lightening. “Not my finest moment.”

“It was the perfect moment. There’s nothing hotter than a mom defending her family. You could say it speaks to me. Deeply.”

Jeanie giggles and twines her fingers with mine. Her wavy chocolate-brown tendrils bounce in the breeze of the open-aired lobby.

I stroke her arm as we wait for the elevator. The door opens, and we step inside the cab. She doesn’t notice when I press a button for the wrong floor.

One day, I’ll admit that much like Betty, I openly wore sexual conquests as badges of honor, never letting anyone too close. Now, with Jeanie by my side, I’m ashamed of my bravado. Though sleeping with her started as wish fulfillment, she’s done what no one else could. She’s flipped me inside out, rewired my thinking, and has me considering making her a regular habit.

Am I even good enough for this woman?

The answer is no, absolutely fucking not, but I want to be a better person for her. For as long as she allows it, I’ll show her how much I care. And when she’s ready to hear it, I’ll tell her. I’ll scream it out to the world.

Pausing in the corridor, I gather her in an embrace. I kiss her until she rests her arms over my shoulders and relaxes, turning malleable.

When we break the kiss, she peers at me. “Where did that come from?”

“I missed you.”

“Oh?” Jeanie’s eyes soften. “Miss me more.”

This time I hoist her into my arms to carry her down the hall. With stealthy movements, I unlock the door and take her inside.

“Where are we?” she says when we come up for air. She slips out of my grasp, and her wide-eyed gaze dances around the space in wonder.

“My room.” I shrug. Because all the hotel floors look the same, she never noticed where we were. She was too distracted and in her own mind.

“This is not a room, this is a . . . a . . . castle in the sky!” She runs through the four bedrooms, living room, and kitchen, and then out onto the massive patio overlooking the ocean.

Outside is a small private pool, beds, loungers, and a fire pit. Most importantly, there are privacy trellises and gardens that no paparazzi can breach. Unless they have a drone, but I’m not quite famous enough for the extra trouble yet—I hope.

She slaps her thighs. “Why have we been staying in my room when you had this?”

“Kept it in case you kicked me out.” I bob my head. “Or you turned out to be a kook,” I taunt.

She flaps her arms like a cuckoo bird, easing back into her playful personality. When she plucks a hibiscus flower from a nearby bush and tucks it behind her ear, I slip new Wolf Savage merchandise into my swimming trunk pockets.

Jeanie tugs her sundress over her head, revealing her lavender bikini. With the golden sunlight outlining her curves, she’s breathtaking. She lowers herself onto the cushioned deck that encircles the pool. She settles on the edge, dipping her toes in the water.

“The water’s warm.” She kicks the surface, and the splashes fly in my direction.

Our grins lock. Her rebellious gleam makes my dick remember why I brought her here.

I shrug off my T-shirt before lowering myself into the water. I duck beneath and swim to her.

With all the soft-coated steps and cushions on the deck, this place is a virtual playground for sexual positions. Before I surface below her, I’ve mentally cataloged at least ten ways to make her scream my name.

“You’re right. I should have brought you here sooner,” I say, then kiss the spot between her breasts and tug her bottoms free. I stand on a step to meet her grinning lips.

Jeanie captures my waist between her thick thighs and squeezes. My hand slides around her back on a mission. Tugging one string causes her bikini top to fall apart. Her exquisite breasts flop free like a goddamn present.

Happy Thursday to me.

My mouth waters. I’ve wanted to bite those nipples since the pool incident. I lean down and swirl her hard tips with my tongue. When I brush my teeth over them, Jeanie hisses with pleasure.