The World According to Vince - Jane Harvey-Berrick Page 0,93
not entirely sober. At Vince’s apartment, we entered as silently as possible, our quiet footsteps masked by Erik’s rumbling snores. He’d offered to dog sit and had spent the day with the kids.
When we peeked into the living room, he was laying on the settee with Tyson sprawled across him, his heavy head resting on Erik’s chest. Tap was curled up in the armchair and raised her liquid eyes to ours, and I swear she smiled. Zeus had taken himself off to bed and was curled up on Vince’s pillow in the bedroom.
I coughed discreetly but it took Vince holding Erik’s nose to wake him up.
He sat up yawning as we pretended we’d just walked in.
“Vincenzo! Miss Cooper! You home free! All happy people?”
“Yes, very good, thank you,” I replied at the same time Vince said, “Fookin’ awesome. We got hitched, too!”
Erik started to cry, slapping Vince on the back, and kissing my hand many times. All the dogs woke up and came charging in, demanding pats and strokes and furry kisses.
“You will need more Milk-Bones,” Erik said sheepishly. “I buy them for you as wedding gift!”
Vince just grinned and saw him out to the waiting cab.
And then we were alone, with three furry family members, which was slightly unnerving as they watched us with interest.
“Uh, I’m not sure about the audience,” I said as Vince approached me with a hot look in his eyes.
He turned to glance at the dogs. “Right, you lot! Time for a piss then bed. And don’t ask for any more Milk-Bones because they’re all gone.”
And he let them out to do their business while I sat on Vince’s bed feeling slightly more sober and a lot more nervous. It had been quite a while since I’d liked a guy enough to get to this stage.
When Vince came back in, he quickly carried all the dog beds into the living room.
“They’re too young to watch live porn,” he said with a grin.
Then he peeled off his bodysuit and dropped his briefs faster than a hot potato. I scooted right across the bed and over the other side.
“Wow! Um, that’s a lot to bite off!”
Vince cringed and edged away with both hands covering his considerable manhood.
“Gracie! You wouldn’t?!”
“What? Oh! I didn’t mean it like that! Well, maybe just a little nibble.”
“Don’t tease,” he whined, eyeing me warily.
“I have no intent to wound,” I said, crossing myself and bringing a worried smile to Vince’s face. “Although accidents do happen.”
And then I jumped into his arms, knocking him backwards onto the bed.
“Mind the meat and veg, Mrs. Azzo,” he said, spinning me onto my back.
Oh, my sweet man with his sweet words.
“I have every intention of taking very good care of your meat and veg,” I smiled. “You’ve been found guilty of being completely adorable, Vincent Alexander Azzo, and it’s a lifelong sentence.”
Vince
Grace was pissed off. Not the way I’d wanted to start our four-week trip. It had been bad enough leaving the kids with Rick and Cady for a month, but now my wife of 72 hours was glaring at me. Although to be fair, that was nothing new…
“Seriously, Vince? We have a film crew coming with us on our honeymoon?!”
She folded her arms which pushed out her sweet little tits. I grinned to myself. I’d been up close and personal with those last night. And the night before. And the night before that, as well as at lunchtime, after breakfast, before- during- and after our morning shower, and again when … you get the picture.
Right now, she was staring at me with an expression that said I’d never get laid again. Then I glanced down at the simple gold band on the fourth finger of my left hand. Yep, she’d gone and married me, so she’d have to relent eventually. Besides, she was hot for my studliness. Smart woman.
“Yeah, well, it’s like this. I got offered a load of cash.”
“And?” she said frostily.
“And it means I can think about opening my own non-profit shelter when we get back. And it could be just the start! If the series is popular, the Canine Crusader could be going global!”
She shook her head, a reluctant smile fighting to get out.
“Fine, but the camera crew is not allowed in our hotel room.”
“Um, yeah, no problem. Um, Gracie, we won’t be staying in a hotel.”
I grinned at her, but her cool expression wasn’t encouraging.