Page 66 of Ice Wolf
My fake… fiancée.
“Lily. What do you think of your fiancé’s performance?” A microphone was stuck in her face and I almost punched the jerk. Only the searing touch of her fingers prevented me from further outing myself.
She could end the façade right here and now. After she smiled at the reporter as if the entire scene wasn’t bothering her in the least, once again she locked eyes with mine.
This was nothing more than a ticking timebomb.
I likely screwed the last nail into my coffin the moment I brushed hair from her face, keeping the rough pads of my fingers pressed against her soft cheek.
But I wasn’t known for my patience. “Tell me, sweetheart? What did you think?”
Lily took a purposeful exaggerated sigh, leaning in and rising onto her tiptoes. After pursing her lips, her eyelids fluttered, long lashes skimming across her rosy cheeks.
I’d be damned; the woman was giving an academy award-winning performance.
I’d suffer the consequences later.
“Savage is… amazing. In everything he does.” She was practically cooing her answer.
As if on cue, I lowered my head and allowed our lips to brush. The chatter was quieted until I captured her mouth. There were a few oohs and ahhs even though grumbles came from every corner of the crowded room.
“Fuck this,” Eric hissed under his breath.
“Where’s your ring?” The jerk reporter had a smile on his face as if he’d caught me in a lie. I knew the asshole. He’d printed a shit ton of bad press about the Wild Dogs for two years.
I bristled even more.
When neither one of us answered, his grin turned dark. “I’d be careful, honey. He’s a womanizer. You’re just the flavor of the week. You’ll be gone by Monday morning.”
That was it. I reared back, fisting my hand. Lily caught my arm in midair.
“Don’t worry about this jerk, honey. He doesn’t know how much in love we are. He’s not worth your valuable time.” Her voice held an edge, but her smile was beaming.
The reporter was furious and I wasn’t eager to back down.
But I did it. For her.
I lowered my arm, pulling her even more tightly against me. “You’re right. He’s just a hack.”
The asshole huffed and backed away. I could just imagine the spin he’d put on his next hate piece for whatever rag magazine or newspaper he was with.
Her body stiffened slightly, but not enough for anyone else to notice. She allowed the intimate acts for ten seconds, pulling away and adding emphasis to the passionate moment by rubbing her thumb across my lips.
“Yet as incredible as Savage is, don’t forget he has the most fabulous teammates. Go Wild Dogs!” Her exclaim was met with cheers and applause.
While I’d looked like a complete ass, my fake fiancée had ceremoniously saved the day.
Oh, hell, yes, I’d suffer the consequences for my ridiculous behavior.
But it was so worth it.
CHAPTER 16
Saint
The melee had died down.
So had my rage.
