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Waking Up in Vegas--Ch. 10

Chapter 10: Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Dean, Evening, 6:45 PM

Luckily, I had a decent enough outfit. On the way back to the hotel from my—our—new house, I’d gotten it into my head that I needed to take my new wife out on a real date. Dinner and drinking with half the roster and a coffee that ended in a fistfight wasn’t exactly the most romantic or best way to start a life together. I’d promised something nice, but not fancy. After all, I’d been living out of a suitcase for the better part of a week. There wasn’t much in there that was still clean.

I made sure that my shirt was ironed and that the one jacket I had was clean. Nerves made me nitpick every piece of my reflection. I was determined to make this a night to remember for Mera.

Ten minutes before I was supposed to pick her up at her room, I stood in front of the full-length mirror. Dark tailored slacks and a white collared shirt. Hair turned into something that looked presentable.

On a whim, I put on some cologne before I headed out the door to pick up my bride.

Mera, Evening, 6:45 PM

The thought of spending an evening alone with Dean was exhilarating. I’d seen him dressed up at major events before, but this was something different. This time, there was no quiet longing, no watching and wishing. Whenever I saw him that night, it would be as mine. My date and my husband.

I took special care with my makeup and hair. I carefully chose my clothes from what I had left in my suitcase. As the time for him to pick me up drew closer, I felt my pulse rise. It was like being a teenager again—although I refused to think about who had stirred those feelings originally.

A spritz of perfume and a final glance in the mirror, and I was ready.

Dean, Evening, 7:00 PM

I knocked on the door, ignoring the fact that my palms were starting to sweat. My heart hammered in my chest, anticipation flooding into my veins as my brain tried to conjure up the path the night might take. I took a deep breath and tugged on my shirt cuffs.

When the door swung open, I felt my soul leave my body. It was more than just the sight of her. It was the scent of her, the heat of her skin, the pure glory of her presence. Each time I came near her, I was reminded anew that she was breathtakingly beautiful and that she held my heart in the palm of her hands.

Her hair fell down her back in soft curls. Silver lined her eyes, made the shades of gold and copper flash in her irises. Her lips were pink and coral, something about them looking like petals coated in morning dew. She wore a dark grey dress that seemed to hug every curve from collarbone to knees, where black leggings took over and ended at a pair of grey flats. The white linen jacket made her look…

“Stunning,” I murmured, unable to look away from her. Everything about her screamed class and beauty and perfection. Tried to remind me that I wasn’t anywhere near her league.

Mera tucked hair behind her ear as she pulled the door closed. Heat burned in my limbs as she reached out and smoothed down the collar of my shirt and worked the top button free. She grinned.

“I’ve never seen you completely buttoned up if you didn’t have to wear a tie, Dean,” she said teasingly. “Don’t change that on my account.”

I slipped my hand into hers, threading our fingers together. “If I’d had a tie, I’d be wearing one. Even if I hate the damn things.”

She laughed. It was like lightning and sweet summer nights and that feeling of an open road and no restrictions. I could get drunk on it. Hell, I think I could have survived on nothing but that.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice a little breathy.

I fought down the urge to turn around, take her right back to her room, and worship between her thighs for the rest of the night. She deserved everything wonderful in the world, and I would do my best to give it to her.

“It’s a surprise,” I replied, drawing her hand up to my lips. “I just hope you like Italian.”

Mera, Evening, 7:25 PM

I watched the desert go by as Dean drove out from the Strip. The sky was growing dark, deep blue velvet spreading over the horizon with pinpricks of stars shining through. Brief moments from the night before flashed through my mind—standing beneath the stars in Dean’s arms, the wind blowing through my hair.

“When we have some time to ourselves, I’m going to bring you out to Red Rock during the day. It’s one of the most beautiful places on the planet.” He glanced over at me, a half smile on his face. “How do you feel about hiking?”

I grinned. “I’ve never been.”

He gave me a shocked expression then laughed. “I’ll have to fix that, then. We’ll have to get you all decked out.”

“I’d like that.” I reached over to brush my fingers through his hair. My heart skipped a beat when he leaned against my hand. He was truly mine. It was both wonderful and terrifying to have someone who so completely owned my entire heart and soul.

Dean, Evening, 8:30 PM

Soft music filtered through the speakers as we ate. She laughed at my jokes, even when they weren’t that funny. She talked me into splitting a plate of chicken parmesan when she finished her primavera and found herself still hungry. We drank a bottle of wine and talked about what might come next.

The staff had cleared away an area of tables and chairs for a makeshift dance floor. Couples were starting to gather and sway slowly to the music, and I caught sight of Mera watching them with longing. Her face was wistful, something soft and sad in her eyes.

Not for the first time, I wondered the truth of how thoroughly Seth had broken her heart. He had been my friend for years, but it seemed there were certain things it was time for him to answer for.

Pushing the thought away, I stood and rounded the table toward her. She looked up at me with hope filling her amber eyes.

“Dance with me?” I tried desperately to keep the nervousness from my voice. I held out my hand, waiting.

She smiled like the blazing midday sun as she stood to join me. Her fingers settled against my palm. I closed my hand around them, thumb stroking her knuckles gently. I lead the way toward the dance floor with her hovering closely at my side.

I gathered her into my arms—one hand resting on her waist, the other holding her hand over my heart. She slipped an arm around my neck and beamed at me as we swayed clumsily.

“I’m not very good at this,” I mumbled, too embarrassed to look at her. It was one more reminder that she was far too good for me, that I was playing at being a prince when all I really could claim was to be the pauper.

Mera brushed her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. Her touch sent liquid heat burning through my blood. “I think you’re doing wonderfully.”

Her words filled me with pride at being hers. I was overwhelmed again with the desperate need to make her happy, to give her each and everything that she could ever desire in life. She was the whole of my desire now—years of loving her from afar come to light, the full driving force of my life, the deity to whom I pledged my everlasting soul. Perfection was her smile, the sound of her voice, the feel of her in my arms and the scent of her skin. There was nothing more that I could want in life if I had her by my side.

“I love you, Dean,” she whispered, eyes meeting mine. “No matter how we got here, I’m happy we did.”

I pressed my lips to her forehead, letting the kiss linger. I breathed in the scent of her—a mix of black cherry and something else. The feral thing in my chest purred with contentment. Everything about her tamed and roused that beast within me all at once. It was a power she had over me, a power that I would give her gladly with the last breath in my body.

“Stay with me,” I murmured, voice rough and deep. “Let me make you happy.”

She smiled. It was a glorious thing. Like looking into a supernova. When she rose up onto her toes and kissed me, I couldn’t help but groan in response. I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her from her feet, kissed her with as much fervor as I dared with a hundred eyes all around.

“Take me back to the hotel, Dean,” she breathed against my ear.

How on earth could I say no?

Mera, Evening, 8:45 PM

I couldn’t believe my own courage. Dean had given me such a wonderful night, and he looked so wonderful. He was more than I could ever have asked for, more than I had ever dreamed I would have in a man at my side. I loved him so completely that it burned in every cell of my body.

In that moment, more than anything, I wanted to show him how thoroughly I loved him. How truly happy he made me simply by existing, by breathing the same air, by brushing his fingers against my skin and smiling at me with his dimples and cornflower eyes.

He was my husband, no matter how new. He was mine, and I was his.

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