Page 401 of Bride of Choice

Jeh-kal nodded, like he expected as much. “Jo not bite Buu back, Buu think Jo not claim him.”

“But I-” Frowning, stopping myself from finishing that thought, I stopped, blew out a deep breath, and nodded. It didn’t matter what I said. In some ways very similar to me, Buu was an actions speak louder kinda being. My gaze shot from Buu to Jeh-kal. “I should wait for him to wake up first, right?”

“Wake first,” Jeh-kal agreed.

“No want him wake by Rek, think Rek do it,” Rek grumbled, making a face as he glanced Buu’s way.

“Be nice,” I warned Rek, who was about to lift his hand and fan his nose like he though Buu smelled bad.

With a grunt, Rek hugged my purse tighter to him and mumbled, half under his breath, “Him… fur looks… very soft,” he finally finished. “Rek can see why my Jojomine let him dummy head talk my Jojo into trying to make Rek’s baby girl.” A loud grunt. I just waited for it. “But Rek’s fur softer. Rek better.” A loud harrumph followed.

“Rek head gets bigger, Rek ‘splode,” Gopher muttered softly through the side of his mouth.

“Odix fur softer,” Odix argued with a soft snort.

“Celuk think Jeh-kal’s softer. Softest all,” Celuk chimed in, fighting a smirk as Jeh-kal looked to him sharply with a What the fuck? Keep me out of this bullshit, asshole! look.

Smiling slowly, I nodded along thoughtfully. “Snow Patrol is plushy as a marshmallow fluff polar bear,” I agreed sweetly.

“No,” Rek barked. “Jeh-kal, Tor, Hyde, biggest penis. They not get softest too!” Glaring at Jeh-kal, he snarled, “Picks one!”

Odix scowled at that as Jeh-kal made an exasperated noise and walked off towards the kitchen, Celuk fought a smirk-smiling laugh, Rek bared his teeth at Jeh-kal as he left, and Gopher flat out laughed his ass off, not one single shit given, while I basked in the glory of this shit show.

“How him pick how big penis is?” Odix blurted, looking beyond perplexed. “Can’t make smaller.”

“Rek no know! No care! Rek say, him can’t have both!” Rek snapped.

“Rek softest then,” Celuk offered.

“Yesss,” Rek hissed out.

“The softest princess husband brother in Yetidom,” I just had to go and add.

Rek’s hiss died a very abrupt death. The look he gave me said I wasn’t funny, not at all. “Him bride,” Rek snapped.

“Jojo give Celuk ring,” Celuk added helpfully.

A sputtering laugh left me.

“Jo give ‘Luk ring? Like Rek’s? No! Rek know she no give ‘Luk ring! Rek want see,” Rek demanded as he unearthed the ring on the necklace he was wearing.

Celuk tilted his head. “Rek sure Rek wants see?”

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” I blurted between sputtering laughs. “Kookypants! Shut to the up, bossy boo!”

Celuk lost it then, laughing as I snort-laughed my ass off, all over Gopher.

“What?! Why laugh?! Rek know better! No funnies! Rek prove! Rek show!” Rek began digging through my purse and pulled out the special items I’d had made, right before I’d been taken.

Celuk’s laughter died as Rek held the rings out to him with a SEE, BITCH?! What now?! glare.

“My Jo?” Celuk moved in closer, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of all of those shiny pretties I’d put to good use. Well, most of them, not all of them. Each ring had a set of stones that made me think of them, my favorite pieces of jewelry melted down for the settings, mixed in so it was extra special. I had enough sparkling pretties extra to have a ring commissioned for Buu.

“Rek careful,” Rek grumbled, “make sure no one get my Jojomine’s purse. Keep my Jo’s special things safe.”

My purse, his stomach.

Kissing Gopher one last time, I slid out of his lap. “You don’t have to do that anymore,” I told Rek, holding my hand out for my purse.

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