Page 208 of Bride of Choice

Rek’s O face hit him and he shuddered, warmth smacking my lower back.

“Mine,” he growled out viciously, before slumping against me, pressing the semen that had slipped free of its thin plastic wrapped imprisonment to wet my lower back.

Last night came rushing back to me like a nightmare on steroids.

My face made its own kind of O face, though it was more of the Oh shit variety. Slipping free of his hold, I tiptoed my way over to his chairs, picking my clothes dangling over them up piece by piece.

Rek snuffled awake two pieces in. Lifting his head groggily, he frowned at the wetness staining my back. One peek down at his buddy’s head poked free from the plastic wrap and he shot up, gaping, pointing at me accusingly. “Rek say no make babies, Jo not know it! What Rek say?!” His hand jerked down his person, pointing at his dick accusingly. “No make baby with Rek, Rek not know it, too! Rek want know it!”

A choked noise left me. “You- You think I mauled you in your sleep to get pregnant by you?” I had to pinch myself to double check on that one. “What alternate universe have I fallen into?” I breathed.

“Pull Rek penis free, have all the funs with it! Not even wake Rek up so Rek have the fun, too! Just take!”

My face reddened as my jaw about hit the floor. “Are you fucking high?! You humped my ass, you walking turdlet! I didn’t do anything to you! You did it to me, in your damned sleep! What kind of person do you think I am?!”

Snatching up my clothes, balling them up in my hands, I marched to the door, determined to stomp out of there, halted by a locked door I didn’t have the puzzle key shit to unlock. Stupid upgraded door! “Let me the fuck outta here or- Or-”

“Or what?” Rek muttered, eyeing me thoughtfully.

“Or I’ll climb through the fucking window!” I burst out.

Rek stood back with a shrug. “Go through window. Rek no care.” Peeling his pants from his body, he shucked them, then began the process of unpeeling the plastic wrap from him.

Storming over to a window, I undid the latch and threw it open. Dumping my clothes out, I scooted a small stool near the fireplace over and used that to boost myself up. It was his biggest window, the other too lower but not big enough to fit my caboose through.

Careful of my arms, I managed to get my upper half through. It was these hips that were the bitch.

Just a little more, I told myself, wriggling that much closer to freedom.

A snort sounded from inside Rek’s and he chuckled, “Jo stuck.”

“No, I’m not!” I refused to believe that. Like hell would I get myself into that kind of mess.

Wriggling my hips, sucking in my stomach, kicking my legs, yeah, no dice. None of it was working. Nothin’ doin’.

“Jo big butt stuh-uck,” he singsonged at my backside, like this was his version of a big butt song.

I kicked my legs harder, satisfied when my left foot made contact and a grunt sounded.

“Jo?” Doogie rounded the corner, looking like he’d slept outside Rek’s front door all night.

My hand slapped to my chest, keeping the girls in their assigned seating. My nipples were hard points, it was so fucking cold out.

“You stuck,” he blurted, frowning up at me.

“Uhm, yeah, ya think,” I huffed sarcastically. When he gave me a look, I rolled my eyes at him before deciding better of it. “I tried to crawl out the window,” I admitted as I strained to hear what the hell Rek was doing in there, brushing my legs every so often.

“Jo not know how to use door?” Doogie’s lips twitched, humor lightening his tone.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Look,” lifting my hands, I wiggled my fingers, “could you just, I don’t know, give a little tug and pull as I push?”

“That’s what she says,” Doogie deadpanned.

Bursting out laughing, I swiped at him, trying to growl but ruining it by giggling my ass off. “We hang out far too fucking much,” I got out between wheezing laughter.

Rek grumbled something from the safety of the inside of his hut but hell if I had a clue what it was.

Loud scraping sounds from inside his hut had me wiggling my fingers, reaching out to Doogie in alarm.

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