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“And what are you doing?” I whispered as he got to work kissing every inch of my body.

“Clean my Jo,” he purred, lifting his head.

“I won’t say no to that,” I whispered.

And when he was finished with that, he started at my hands, massaging them until they didn’t feel like swollen sausages threatening to explode, and then started in on my feet.

I fell asleep moaning in pleasure in an entirely different way than I had started off not so very long ago.

I’d thought our reunion was bad? Musta been outta my mind.

Chapter 47

A loud crunch had me snuffling awake. Glancing around, I was confused for a solid minute until I recalled just where I was.

Sitting up, I blinked and frowned. Wow. Not an ache to be had. Not one single one. Curling my feet up as I sat up, dragging the furs tucked in around me up along with me, I blinked down at the furs.

“She wake.” Tor grunted out. There was a difference between Jeh-kal, Hyde, and Tor’s grumbling voices. I was starting to pick up on it more easily now.

Sunlight had lightened the makeshift tent. Squinting, I glanced up towards the pointed tippy top but quickly had to look away. Too bright. How did I manage to sleep through that? Man, I was wiped out.

“What time is it?” I called out hoarsely, feeling around for my clothes from last night.

It was so weird, fully expecting to be so sore you can barely walk but you’re not. In fact, I felt oddly refreshed.

Not even a hint of morning sickness. So weird.

Tor popped his head into the tent, got one look at me, and dropped to the ground to crawl towards me. His rumbling purr and that look in his eye had me putting a hand out to halt his advance. “Hold your horses there, big guns. I’m still sleep-loopy, I need to pee, and Bump demands sustenance.” My stomach began to growl as if to give proof.

With a grunt, he reached behind him and brought a bowl shaped, carved gourd closer to me.

“Uhm… thanks?” What the hell was this for?

“For pees,” he said simply. “Too snowy walk behind trees.”

Eyeing him, he gave up on holding it out to me and set it off to the side of me but close enough by. “Jo use peed pot ‘tween sleeps,” he said with a shrug.

A small laugh left me. “No, I didn’t,” I got out on a startled cackle.

When he cocked his head to stare at me curiously, a frown marred my brow.

“What do you mean I used it between sleeps? I had one sleep, this one, last night.”

“My Jo tired. Long sleeps. Say, ugh, needs to pee, but Celuk say snowies too much. Not safe. Snow ‘lanches. Snow drops. Jo sleepy pees in this.” He jerked a finger to the bowl.

Glancing from me to the bowl, my eyes widened in realization. Those odd dreams I’d had, there and forgotten just as fast, revolving around water and needing to pee, they were real?

“How the fuck long was I out?” I squawked.

Tor held up two fingers. “Almosts this many.”

“Two days?! You mean to tell me I was out, but for pee breaks, for almost two days?!!” I burst out.

“Jo need sleeps. Tired,” Tor rumbled reasonably.

Slapping my hands about the tent floor, I muttered, “Has Buu found us yet? Is he here now? How bad is it snowing? I- Damn it. Where the hell are my clothes?”

“Clothes sticky. Tor try to fix. Snowies freeze Jo clothes.” Tor grimaced guiltily. “Celuk bring things for our Jo. Celuk fix. Tor fix Jo clothes from Buu-mate, no longer frozen.”

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