thought jumped on track again. What can I do to get you, Hood?
I have no idea what Jack and Fera talked about while I was in the shower. I took my time, but I’ll tell you, the smell of sex was unmistakable when I returned to the main room of the suite. He’d convinced her of his affections? Or she’d staked a claim? It was a little funny. They were across the room from each other. He had the TV on. Discovery channel? She was flipping through a magazine. Fashions and hairstyles?
Rubbing a towel through my hair, I mumbled, “I bet I look great now.”
Jack glanced up, a feral appreciation in his wink. “Not too bad.”
She tensed, pouted her lips and held her tongue.
“I wasn’t fishing for compliments.”
Fera slapped the magazine shut and asked, “Just exactly what does that expression mean?”
Okay. I realized, then, that there was nothing I was gonna say that would not be misconstrued.
Jack thought it was funny. The smirk on his face said it all. He was glancing between us, waiting for my reaction.
It was getting closer and closer to dark. I was damn hungry, working up a bloodlust of an appetite, and not about to back down--although I wasn’t quite up to the fight. Let me tell you, it was all I could do to take an inhale there before opening my mouth on a retort. I took the safe way out and without warning, smacked Jack in the head with my towel, announcing, “You are enjoying this too much!”
Neither of them was expecting it. And to tell the truth, I don’t know where the reaction came from. I needed to hit something, and he was the safe bet?
Fera had to laugh at his expression, too.
Of course, he snagged the towel and came out of the chair--after me. Chasing me, as I ran giggling. It was fun. Even Fera was enjoying it, squealing, “Run!”
Since it was a Lobos investment property, the place was pretty good-sized. There were plenty of things to scoot around and leap over. It was nice to let loose, be a girl again, running from the big, bad, boy--who was laughing, too, by the time he caught me and threw me down.
Pinning me with his body over my belly, grabbing me by the wrist with each of his hands, I let loose with a squealing cackle, “Jack! No!” I just knew he was going to tickle me, as soon as he got both hands in one hold.
The door flung open, then. And there, in the doorway, stood Hood.
We all jumped.
Okay. Jack and I froze--looking pretty guilty.
Fera recovered first. In seconds, she was hanging off Hood, hugging him, kissing his jaw. Thanking Gaia. Telling him how glad she was to see him.
His eyes were on me and Jack, though, deadly black, flashing red. His back was stiff. And his fists were clenching--clawing in semi-crinos on my shirt--which he tossed the minute he set eyes on me.
The slinky number I had on was climbing, barely covering anything. Not that Jack was noticing that. He had his fat butt squishing my belly, couldn’t see the exposure behind him. Hood got the full twat view. Okay, Jack doesn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere, except maybe in his head. But you know what I mean.
So, it took Fera a minute to figure out that Hood was not reacting to her at all. To realize that he was blinking in a freaking shift strobe of some unnatural thing.
She kicked the door shut, backed against it and looked pretty scared.
Time sort of stood still, there.
Jack and I were afraid to move. At least, I sure was. Maybe Jack just knew that it wasn’t his turn on the playing field?
We waited for Hood to do something, anything, besides fight that crinos rage. Finally, he managed a growl. “Get the fuck off of her...now.”
Jack obliged him, climbed off immediately, pulling me up as he went.
Call me an idiot, I wanted to giggle. At least you’ve got your shirt back on,
I have no idea what Jack and Fera talked about while I was in the shower. I took my time, but I’ll tell you, the smell of sex was unmistakable when I returned to the main room of the suite. He’d convinced her of his affections? Or she’d staked a claim? It was a little funny. They were across the room from each other. He had the TV on. Discovery channel? She was flipping through a magazine. Fashions and hairstyles?
Rubbing a towel through my hair, I mumbled, “I bet I look great now.”
Jack glanced up, a feral appreciation in his wink. “Not too bad.”
She tensed, pouted her lips and held her tongue.
“I wasn’t fishing for compliments.”
Fera slapped the magazine shut and asked, “Just exactly what does that expression mean?”
Okay. I realized, then, that there was nothing I was gonna say that would not be misconstrued.
Jack thought it was funny. The smirk on his face said it all. He was glancing between us, waiting for my reaction.
It was getting closer and closer to dark. I was damn hungry, working up a bloodlust of an appetite, and not about to back down--although I wasn’t quite up to the fight. Let me tell you, it was all I could do to take an inhale there before opening my mouth on a retort. I took the safe way out and without warning, smacked Jack in the head with my towel, announcing, “You are enjoying this too much!”
Neither of them was expecting it. And to tell the truth, I don’t know where the reaction came from. I needed to hit something, and he was the safe bet?
Fera had to laugh at his expression, too.
Of course, he snagged the towel and came out of the chair--after me. Chasing me, as I ran giggling. It was fun. Even Fera was enjoying it, squealing, “Run!”
Since it was a Lobos investment property, the place was pretty good-sized. There were plenty of things to scoot around and leap over. It was nice to let loose, be a girl again, running from the big, bad, boy--who was laughing, too, by the time he caught me and threw me down.
Pinning me with his body over my belly, grabbing me by the wrist with each of his hands, I let loose with a squealing cackle, “Jack! No!” I just knew he was going to tickle me, as soon as he got both hands in one hold.
The door flung open, then. And there, in the doorway, stood Hood.
We all jumped.
Okay. Jack and I froze--looking pretty guilty.
Fera recovered first. In seconds, she was hanging off Hood, hugging him, kissing his jaw. Thanking Gaia. Telling him how glad she was to see him.
His eyes were on me and Jack, though, deadly black, flashing red. His back was stiff. And his fists were clenching--clawing in semi-crinos on my shirt--which he tossed the minute he set eyes on me.
The slinky number I had on was climbing, barely covering anything. Not that Jack was noticing that. He had his fat butt squishing my belly, couldn’t see the exposure behind him. Hood got the full twat view. Okay, Jack doesn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere, except maybe in his head. But you know what I mean.
So, it took Fera a minute to figure out that Hood was not reacting to her at all. To realize that he was blinking in a freaking shift strobe of some unnatural thing.
She kicked the door shut, backed against it and looked pretty scared.
Time sort of stood still, there.
Jack and I were afraid to move. At least, I sure was. Maybe Jack just knew that it wasn’t his turn on the playing field?
We waited for Hood to do something, anything, besides fight that crinos rage. Finally, he managed a growl. “Get the fuck off of her...now.”
Jack obliged him, climbed off immediately, pulling me up as he went.
Call me an idiot, I wanted to giggle. At least you’ve got your shirt back on,
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