Page 402 of Bride of Choice

Rek looked rather loath to be separated from it but his skin needed the break.

“I was thinking about asking Celuk to make me one and he told me about how you two made my beautiful dress-”

“Dresses,” Rek cut in. “Rek make my Jojo lots of beautiful dresses. For my beautiful Jojomine.”

Nodding, grinning at the conviction in his voice, I went on. “I thought about asking you two to make me a new purse, just like that one but in a much… softer, nicer material. You are the princess of softness, right?”

“Pfft! Think butter Rek up, Rek let my Jojo use stupid silly lovey names and ‘stract Rek with new purse idea…”

Cutting the shit, I smirked. “Is it working?”

Rek grumbled, smoothing his hands down my purse. “Maybe… Little.”

Sidling over to him, I took the rings he was holding out for all to see from him, pecked a kiss to his cheek that had him purring, scooted my purse towards me until he let that mangled, seen better days thing go, and rested my head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Rektal, you’ll always be the softest princess in the land to me.”

Rek’s purr had Celuk shaking his head as he squished in on the other side of me.

“Rek still want know what ‘Luk mean, Jojomine gives him ring that Rek know she not,” Rek muttered under his breath.

Fiddling with the rings in my hand, I stole a peek at Celuk to find him eyeing me like he was more than willing to put on a repeat performance, he didn’t care who saw me “put a ring on it”.

“What they do ‘fore we go into wash room?” Jeh-kal barked at Rek.

Rek’s face pinched like he’d just sucked a lemon. “That not count.” Rek lifted a hand to wave Celuk off. “That counts, Rek’s Jojomine puts ring on Rek lots of times.”

“Rek!” I spluttered, yet laughed.

“What?” Rek shrugged his wide shoulders. “What Rek say? Joanie claims Rek with sex all the times. Lots of times. Rek claims Rek’s Jojo with sex lots of times, too.” Thinking about it for a moment, Rek conceded, “Celuk Bride, Jeh-kal big penis, but Rek claims Jojomine most out of all.”

“What Gopher do?” Odix asked, looking wary of asking about himself.

Rek lifted a hand as if to fan the question away. “Goober stupid, Odious fat head.”

“Rek!” I snapped. My hand lifted and I swatted at him much gentler than I used to.

“What?” Rek barked right back. “Him head is big. It huge!”

“That what my Jojomine says,” Odix snarked back smartly.

“OOOO. Odix comin’ in hot with the slick burns,” I cackled out.

“Who stupid now?” Gopher chortled out, pointing a finger at Rek.

“No point at me. Goober still biggest stupid,” Rek muttered as he snatched me up and hugged me to him. In my ear, he whispered, “Rek feels naked without my Jojo’s purse.”

Eyeing him, I waggled my eyebrows. “You do look rather dashing with the man bosom out on display,” I whispered softly back.

Rek blushed, from the top of his head clean down to his belly button, the flush of his skin visible without all that fur hiding it. “Quiets, you,” Rek grumbled, making me laugh harder. “Think you funny? Hmm? Rek make my Jojo laugh,” he threatened.

A soft gasp left and I began to squirm in his lap. “And in front of my purse and everything?! You wouldn’t dare!”

Rek nodded, a calculating look on his face as his arms tightened around me and I struggled for freedom. Weak as he was, he was still a hell of a lot stronger than me. “In front of all Jojomine’s mates, purse, my Jo’s god she talk to, her Buu, EVERYONE.”

“You bastard!” My softly gasped exclamation was met with a feral grin. My gaze darted around the room frantically. “What are you all sitting around staring at us for?! One of you save me!”

Gopher and Odix glanced to Celuk, who was watching Rek with a questioning look.

“What are you looking at him for?! Hello, your mate is right here!” I caterwauled.

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