Page 382 of Bride of Choice

My penis statues were lined up on a shelf over a large dresser, by size from biggest to smallest.

My suitcases sat in the bottom of the closet. Several white pelt belts hung up next to my clothes.

“Babies rooms here. Need make door.” Rek pointed to the last room before his.

“You thought of everything, didn’t you,” I murmured appreciatively.

“Rek think everything but not have everything. Not have my Joanie,” he croaked out.

Sitting on the bed, I motioned for him to join me. The second he did, I turned, crawled into his lap, straddled him, and kissed him senseless.

A shiver racked his frame. “Oh, my Jojomine. Rek miss my Jojo so much.”

“Missed you, too,” I whispered against his lips, then dove right back in.

Rek shook as I kissed him and kissed him. Once we started, it was like we couldn’t stop.

Scooting further back on the bed, he dropped us to our sides. Our hands were everywhere but we made no move to take things any further than that. I just needed him, this closeness.

“Rek so sorry. Never want hurt my Joanie’s heart, ever ‘gain. Want Joanie with Rek, always,” he got out between hot and heavy smooches.

“I love you,” I mumbled over and over against his lips. “I love you so fucking much. Oh god, I’ve missed you. I-”

A rough throat clearing had us breaking apart long enough to watch as Jeh-kal held out a cup, then brought it to his mouth to press on it. He winced as he did it, but a thick, clear substance slowly began to dribble from his fangs and into the cup.

Once he was finished, he set it on the nightstand, grabbed the smallest dildo statue on the shelf, and tossed it to Rek.

Rek hesitated before calling out to Jeh-kal, right when he would have left. “Too weak,” Rek admitted with a slumped-shouldered scowl.

Nodding, Jeh-kal called out down the hall.

The sound of the front door closing pricked my ears.

Celuk came down the hall moments later and softly closed Rek’s bedroom door behind him. Without hesitating, he walked over to the bed and started to crawl towards me.

Crawl wasn’t quite accurate. Prowl was more fitting.

Though he only had eyes for me, he spoke to Rek.

Rek glanced from Jeh-kal to Celuk uncertainly.

“She be ‘kay,” Celuk assured him.

Feeling another set of eyes on me, I glanced up as Jeh-kal prowled towards me from the foot of the bed.

“I don’t know if right now is the best time to pile on Joanie,” I blurted with a nervous chuckle.

Celuk smiled, kissed me, then rolled me to my side, to face Rek better, as he snuggled up behind me. “Be ‘kay,” he swore, nuzzling my throat.

Snagging one of my boots, Jeh-kal started to pull it off, then the other. My pants were next.

Okay, so we’re going to all be dressed the same for bed, then— birthday suits for everyone.

Jeh-kal said something to Rek that had him glancing towards him briefly before leaning in to press his forehead to mine. “Love my Jojomine. Love so much. Rek has all the loves for my Jojo.”

“I love you, too- Ah-” A squeak left me as Jeh-kal, having tugged my pants free, leaving my lower half exposed, dipped his large frame and made as if to make himself right at home, playfully nipping at my inner thigh.

I knew I was dead when I squeaked out, “Should we be doing this?” and Jeh-kal began to rub his thick fingers caressingly over the scar on my calf.

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