Page 33 of Bride of Choice

His brows tugged low, lips dragging down along with. “Yes,” he said after a lengthy pause.

“Thank god!” Jerking the jar to my chest, leaving him standing there staring after me, I disappeared inside my hut, slipping behind the bed sheet I’d put for a screen a few months ago with a bit of can do attitude and a little help from Booger.

“What Jo thanks gods for?” The confusion in Gopher’s voice was adorable. The pain radiating up my hip and backside, not so much.

“I don’t know how to say this any plainer, Gogo boots, but, uh, heh, I basically, erm, broke my butt. I needed me some miracle goop right about now.”

Instead of something like a gasp or choked sound, a WHAT?! from across that thin barrier, or perhaps scurrying off and shutting the door behind him, please and thank you, something to that effect, I got a nosy Lo denaii slamming my door shut to whip that curtain back so fast somebody got more than an eyeful of the mess that is my bruised ass and hip.

Hind end hanging out, panties jerked down enough my bum was out on display without jerking them all the way down, yeah, he got the whole show.

This had been meant to be a simple, private thing, two minutes, max, not a freakish peep show!

“Jo!” Gopher burst out, as I screeched, struggling to yank my panties up, but those stretched out comfy cotton grannies had decided to roll up on me, making this shit that much harder.

“What the fuck?! Get out?! What are you doing! Go- Go be weird or acting like I have cooties, whatever you’ve been up to that doesn’t involve me, somewhere else!” I hollered, then slapped at his hand gripping that curtain.

“Jo! Butt’s splotchies!” he burst out.

“It’s got whats now?” Shit. Was I having an allergic reaction to the cream? All the fight in me left me at his blurted words. I was going to have nightmares about that bug-eyed, horrified stare, I just knew it.

Trying to have myself a peek, I already knew how it felt, I’d seen enough of every other side of it but directly behind. Was my trunk really as bad as it felt? Were there welts now on top of it?

“Damn, I really did break my butt,” I mumble-muttered at the huge patches of dark marks and already blue looking skin surrounding it. Broke my butt, indeed. I was glad it wasn’t worse but damn. No welts or issues on that front, I was relieved to note, but still.

Before it clicked what he was on about, Gopher had a glop of paste in his hand and was bent, leaning over me, rubbing it into one of my exposed, generous bum cheeks.

A soft eep left me. I jerked forward, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. This just put my panty covered crotch that much damned closer to his face. “Jayzus! Avoid me, jump at me, goop my butt up, what next?! I-” A yelp left me and I froze, unsure how to proceed.

One whiff of the wares I wasn’t sellin’ and a deep, vibrate into me from stem to sternum rumble that bordered on a growl and had me shivering in all the right places left him.

“Jo,” he softly huffed and puffed. Both hands got in on rubbing that numbing ointment quickly taking effect in, long fingers massaging a butt cheek each.

My god, girl, don’t fart. Not the most eloquent thing to think at a time like this, but when he’s playing wax on, wax off, deep rubbing those globes, the thought does cross my mind.

His face burying in my snatch as a vicious growl left him snapped me right out of that silliness, a garbled noise leaving me as he boldly mouthed my sex through the thin barrier separating him from his prize, claws gently digging into my bruised up flesh holding me in place.

“I wouldn’t… do that if I were- Oh- Go-o-oh- You- We- Can’t! I- My tea has gone missing! And- And- And- I could get pregnant!” I finally burst out, wriggling in his hold, much as I may or may not really like it.

My hips jerked back, but with his hands full of my ass, he just jerked me right back to him, right where he was mouthing my sensitive clit in a way that made me want to jerk his head closer to me.

Holy fuck.

“We- I- I can’t,” I stuttered out, yet gripped his head and whimpered when he tongued my clit through my underwear. I was just getting out of one lopsided relationship, no need to jump right into another one. “I’m on the brink of Aunt Judy!” I burst out.

At the weird look he gave me, curious, questioning, I blushed ten shades of red.

“Seriously, we can’t-” I tried to tell him, a fissure of fear slithering through me that he might scent Rek on me and then, well, where the hell would we all be?

Like I’d thought it and it must come to fruition, Goph paused, grunted, pulled back with a frown, got one look at my face, however the hell it was looking, and I’d swear he had some sort of ah-hah moment.

Purring sweetly, one of his hands left my ass and he wiped it along the back of my pants. Lovely, he’d left me a prezzie— leftover paste crusties to scrub out. Ugh— men!

“We can’t,” I repeated, sounding much firmer, even though my sex was pulsing, knees knocking, and I’d love nothing more than to let him pleasure me with his mouth until I came like there was no tomorrow.

“I- Look, everything is complicated and I- I can’t do that to you,” I admitted. “It- It wouldn’t be fair. I’m…” Good god, how did I explain this? “I’m… You don’t want me. Not really. And there are, uhm, other things gumming up the works. It’s… super complicated. But, seriously, Go’, you don’t want me, not really. We can’t.” Clearing my throat, determined to sound firm, I shook my head. “It would never work.”

Gopher nodded along, looking like he was absorbing everything, even if his hand kept up with the rubbing of my now tingling, semi numb ass and his free hand was rubbing the side of my thigh in a way that made me all tingly and ticklish and I should probably demand that he stop.

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