The Beast in Him (37 page)

Smitty leaned forward and said to his sister, “I never thought I’d say this to you, but if anything happens to me and Jessie, you get the kids.”

“They were going at it on the floor like animals.”

Jess kept her head down and her hand over her mouth trying to stifle her hysterical laughter as waiters passed around dessert and everyone got up to mingle. Of course, hard to hide the laughter when Sabina wouldn’t stop telling this story.

“There was growling and snarling and barking.”

May pointed her mousse-covered spoon at Sabina. “How long were you watching them exactly?”

“Long enough to know that old wolves still fuck.”

“Stop it. Please.” Jess couldn’t even eat she was laughing so hard.

“I’m just trying to warn you. What they say about Smith wolf males is true. They fuck well into old age. You have quite the years of horniness ahead of you, my friend.”

Jess sank lower in her seat, but she made the mistake of looking up at Danny and Phil—then they all lost it.

“Think Jessie knows?”

Sissy whispered back, “Knows what?”

“That every one of us is insane.”

“Oh, darlin’, yeah... she knows.”

They looked down the table and watched Jessie and her wild-dog friends.

“What do you think they’re laughing at?” Mitch asked.

“Something tells me I don’t wanna know.” Smitty picked up his fork and dug into his piece of cherry pie. “And I’m okay with that.”

Smitty had a bite of pie in his mouth when a slap to the back almost had him choking to death.

His sister slapped his back attempting to dislodge whatever got caught. “Spit it,” she ordered. “Spit it!”

He finally did, cherries flying onto his plate, and glared up at his father. “Must you do that?”

“Ain’t my fault you got a weak back.”

Smitty’s grip tightened around his fork, but Sissy’s hand on his arm kept him from using the damn thing to take out his daddy’s eye.

Bubba looked down at Mitch. “Cat in my chair.”

Mitch chuckled, then realized Bubba was serious. “Oh.” He moved over a seat.

Sitting down, Bubba said, “I’m taking the men out for a drink tonight. You’ll come.”

“I don’t think so, Daddy.”

“Don’t be weak, boy. You’ll come. One drink won’t kill ya. You can even bring your cat friends if you want. If you’ll feel safer,” he taunted.

Smitty took the kind of deep breath he took only around his daddy. “Fine.”

“You’ll regret it,” Sissy sang under her breath.

“One drink, Sissy. That’s all I’m having.”

She heard her full name yelled at the same time that big hand cracked right across her ass, snapping her out of a sound sleep.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jess sat up straight and saw Smitty standing at the end of the bed, sort of swaying. “Smitty? Christ, what time is it?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It’s three in the morning? Why are you waking me up at three in the morning?”

He muttered something that sounded like “The hypocrisy.” But Jess chose to ignore it.

“Bobby Ray Smith... are you drunk?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? Maybe you’re drunk?”

“Don’t try and distract me, woman.”

“What happened to ‘I’m only having one drink. I’ll be back in an hour’? Isn’t that what you said to me five hours ago?”

“I’m drunk because my daddy is still in town. We started off in Uncle Bart’s room. Went to Momma’s. And then we left the building. At some point, I believe we left Daddy passed out somewhere in Battery Park—but I’m not really sure.”

“Isn’t your mom going to take care of him?”

“Her exact words were ‘Leave his big drunk ass right there.’”

“Oh.” Her head cocked to the side as she stared at him. “Did you know someone scrawled ‘Omega’ on your forehead?”

He growled. “Damn, Mace.” He rubbed at his forehead, which only managed to smear but not wipe away the wolf-offending words.

“Did I get it?”

“Sure,” she lied.

“So,” he said, still swaying, “my daddy says I ain’t good enough for you.”

Jess blinked in shock, her hackles rising. “He said what?”

“He says you’re a nice little gal with a lot of class. He says someone cultured like you deserves better. He says—”

Fed up, Jess cut in, “Your daddy fucked your momma on the hotel staff kitchen floor.”

Smitty stared at her for a very long time. She stared back.

“I’m sorry?” he finally said.

Jess leaned forward a bit and slowly repeated, “Your daddy fucked your momma on the hotel staff kitchen floor.”

Another long silence, then, “And you know this because... ”

“Sabina saw them. My Sabina is many things, but a liar is not one of them. Besides, I don’t think she could make that up. Do you?”

“Nah.”

“So I wouldn’t really worry about whether your daddy thinks you’re good enough for me. You should only worry whether I think you’re good enough for me. And I don’t. But I’m willing to lower my standards.” She gave him a big, cheesy grin. She’d perfected it over the years.

“That’s real big of ya, Jessie Ann.”

“It is, isn’t it? ’Cause that’s how cultured and classy I am. I’m all about the class. And don’t you forget it.”

He glared down at her, or the tequila was hampering his eyesight. She couldn’t really tell.

“Why ain’t you naked?”

“I could be.”

“Get naked.”

Jess pulled off her T-shirt, the only thing she’d worn to bed. “This work for ya?”

“Yup.”

Smitty proceeded to start stripping off his clothes. When he got his elbows caught in his sweater and started to turn in circles, Jess sighed and crawled to the edge of the bed. She grabbed hold of Smitty’s sweater, trying to get it off him. Whatever the man was doing, however, was not helping. And when she finally yanked the damn thing off, they both fell back on the bed, Smitty on top of her.

“Ain’t you just the prettiest little thing?” he mumbled, gently pushing her hair off her face.

“Thanks. You’re not half bad yourself.”

He kissed her, lips moving slowly over hers. She knew she’d never get tired of kissing this man. When he pulled away, he asked, “Jessie Ann?”

“Yeah?”

She never heard what he had to say, though, as the wolf dropped his head in the crook of her neck and started snoring instead.

Smitty woke up with a dog on his chest. Not a wild dog, but a mutt he did not recognize. For some unknown reason the damn thing seemed real comfortable lying on Smitty, staring at him like he held the keys to the universe.

Hell, he didn’t even hold the keys to getting rid of this hangover.

“You mind gettin’ off me, hoss?”

The dog “moofed” at him but didn’t move.

Smitty patted Jessie’s bare thigh. She was naked. Good. He liked that. “Could you call off this animal?”

Jessie’s eyes slowly opened. “Which one?”

“Do I throw him across the room or do you?”

“Okay. Okay. Calm down.” Jessie reached over and picked up the dog. He clearly liked Jessie too. Couldn’t blame him, though, with the way she seemed to enjoy cuddling the little bastard.

“Where did he come from?”

“Found him behind the hotel last night digging for food in the trash. I couldn’t leave him.”

“You and strays.”

“Yeah. Look at you.”

Smitty bared a fang and sat up, dropping his legs over the side. Immediately everything in the room spun and he carefully stood, heading toward the bathroom. He managed to use the toilet, brush his teeth, and not throw up, but that was about it.

When he returned to the bed, he sat down on the edge and placed his head in his hands, moaning in defeat.

“Oh, my poor baby.”

He thought Jess had been talking to the dog. She-wolves had no sympathy for drunks. But then Jessie’s arms went around his shoulders and she kissed his neck. “I’m so sorry you feel miserable.”

Smitty tensed, waiting for it. He didn’t know what, but “it.” She-wolves came to you with sugar, but then made sure you ate a mouthful of salt. But Jessie simply rested her head against his and her soft hands stroked his chest. Then he looked down and saw the mutt had placed his head on Smitty’s thigh, staring up at him with big eyes, not expecting anything but giving himself completely. Just like Jessie.

Putting one hand on her arm and the other hand on the dog’s head, Smitty said, “Marry me, Jessie Ann.”

The stroking hands stopped and Jessie pulled back enough to look him in the eye. “Pardon?”

“Marry me.”

She scrunched up her face in that way she had when totally confused. “I thought you were dead set against it. Something about ‘not as long as I breathe’ was muttered.”

“I did not say that.” Smitty brought Jessie’s hand to his mouth and kissed her palm.

“Then why?”

“Two reasons. One, because you deserve everything you want.”

She shrugged. “All I ever wanted was you.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “And you’ve got me, darlin’. You’ve always had me.”

Smitty kissed her. She groaned and pressed her delicious sheet-covered body against him.

“And the second reason?” she asked, breathless.

“Because you’re crazy about me and I’m afraid it’ll crush your delicate little heart if I don’t marry you.”

“You are such an arrogant ass—”

He kissed her again, both of them laughing.

“Marry me,” he repeated, against her lips. “Marry me, Jessie Ann.”

“Okay. I’ll marry you.”

“Good.”

Smitty slid his hands around her waist, pulling her toward him, when the sound of bodies colliding with the door cut into his next move.

“Auntie Jess! Are you up yet? Mom said to come for breakfast.”

“O—”

Smitty covered her mouth with his hand.

“Tell your momma we’ll be down later.”

Jess pulled his hand away. “What are you doing?”

“Gettin’ my morning Smith greeting.” He tugged on the sheet covering her body and Jess slapped at his hands.

“Stop that! They’re right outside!” she squeaked.

“Y’all get away from that door!” he yelled.

“They must be tusslin’,” a pup complained.

“Well, hurry up,” another barked.

“We’ll be down in a minute,” he promised, giving her a healthy leer as he went to his hands and knees and rose over her. “As soon as we’re done tusslin’.”

Jess slapped at his hands again. “Tussling? Have you been teaching them that?”

“Oh, you want me to be more specific?” he asked, finally snatching the sheet from her body and sighing happily as he stared down at her. “Lord, you look good in the mornings.”

“I thought you had a hangover.”

“It’s gone,” he said, pushing her onto her back. He brushed his fingers against her mark, unable to stop touching it. She arched into his touch, her arms reaching out for him.

“We can’t do this now, Smitty,” she protested, even as she opened to him. Even as she took him into her body. “They’re waiting for us for breakfast.”

“They can wait,” he groaned against her neck.

Poor thing, she had no idea he’d be waking her up most mornings like this.

Jess wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He rocked into her slowly, taking his time, his lips resting against her temple.

“Mornin’, Jessie Ann,” he murmured against her soft skin.

He felt her smile, her breath catching in her throat. “Mornin’, Bobby Ray.”

EPILOGUE

It was bad enough he was in a tux. It was bad enough they made him cut his hair. But the sobbing had to stop, and it had to stop now.

Smitty started to stalk across the room, but Mace stepped in front of him and held him back. “No, you’ll regret it in the morning.”

“But it’ll make me happy now.”

“As soon as the wedding is over, I’m sure he’ll stop.” They both looked at Smitty’s father. Bubba had been crying for nearly two days straight. He said it was because the “boy” was bringing shame on the Smith Pack by actually marrying someone. But at the same time he clearly adored Jessie Ann. He kept hugging her, telling her how pretty she looked. Then Jessie assured herself the lifelong love and protection of Bubba Smith when she asked him to walk her down the aisle because her own daddy wasn’t there to do it. After that everything had to be perfect for Jessie Ann, and anyone who looked like they might even think about annoying her had to face off against Bubba Smith. They’d already changed caterers three times. At least one was filing charges for assault.

Lord, the man would be an absolute mess during the ceremony.

“Why don’t we get your mom to handle him and you go for a walk. The ceremony doesn’t start for another thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, okay.” Smitty glared again at his father before walking out through the sliding glass doors of the lower floor bedroom. The dog, he’d named him Shit-starter after Sissy Mae, right by his side. He finally had to start bringing the damn mutt to the job since wherever Smitty went the dog went too. He seemed to think of himself as more wolf than dog and refused to hang out much with the other dogs of the Pack house. As far as Shit-starter was concerned, he was a Smith Packmate and expected to be treated as such.

Not that Smitty minded. He liked the little bastard, although he’d never say it out loud.

He had no idea how this wedding got so out of control. He’d thought Jessie had been exaggerating the first time they talked about it when she said 300 guests. She hadn’t been. Between the Kuznetsov Pack’s business contacts, the Smiths from all over the Southeast, nearly half of Kenshin’s entire Pack, and an unhealthy number of geeks, they were nearing 400. They actually had to rent a castle on Long Island. A real, honest-to-God castle. Smitty thought you had to go to England to find those.

In the end, though, Jessie and Smitty had little to say about the entire event. Momma, Sabina, and May had taken over, the three of them getting along like they’d known each other for the past century. They went mostly for traditional except they couldn’t have groomsmen or bridesmaids. Sissy and Ronnie Lee had every intention of standing up with him. Phil and Danny with Jess. They ended up with the more politically correct “grooms-people” and “bridespeople.” Smitty still thought it sounded ridiculous, but he was glad his sister would be with him while he stood there in this stupid monkey suit waiting for the torture to end.