Page 5 of Bride of Choice

My grip on him tightened. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to-”

Before I could finish that sentence, Rek had plucked me from my death grip on him, hoisting me up until he was holding me out and away from him, to dump me, making weird squawking noises at him punctuated by tiny little eeps, right into the damn warm watering hole he’d brought me to.

Tumbling in, I scrambled for the surface, screeching the bastard’s name the second crisp, chilly air smacked me in the face.

“OH! You fat headed, ridiculous-” I exploded as I shoved my hair out of my face, legs kicking wildly beneath me to keep me afloat.

Rek jumped in with me, splashing me liberally in the process.

His laughter as he snatched me up and began aiding me in divesting myself of my soaked clothes made me want to slap him and kiss him simultaneously.

“You as-” My words were cut off as his mouth met mine, a happy grumble of a rumble rattling his chest.

“Mine,” he muttered between stolen kisses.

One kiss led to another, heating quicker and quicker, until hands were grabbing, clothes tore, and moans and purred growls soon filled the air.

Rek had brought us far enough out I wasn’t exactly worried about us being overheard but there was still that slim chance.

“Jojo-mine,” he growled out softly, purring the words as he threatened to kiss , tempt, tease, every inch of me that devilish mouth of his could reach.

“Oh- Oh- Oh,” I kept muttering as he wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting me up to line us up, planting torture-kisses— as I called the sensuous onslaught of nibbling, biting kisses he peppered across my throat— as he went, and then slid right home.

He was like a male possessed, a beast man in the flesh, driving into me hard and fast enough to make my teeth rattle and my slit weep, pressing me into the muddy wall of the little hot spot we’d overtaken with abandon.

“Mine,” Rek kept muttering, going for broke, pounding me into a muddy side wall until we both flew over the edge.

Cuddling me to his chest, gripping the tall lip of our hot water spot, his toe claws dug into the sides kept us in place. He didn’t seem in any all fired rush to hop out, find me some dry clothes, and get me back to my place before anyone noticed anything was amiss.

This was kinda nice. It was a rarity for him to be all sweet and snuggly after a quickie romp out in the wilds.

My fingers played in his mane, sifting through the oddly textured strands. Some bits felt soft as puppy silk, others coarse and thick.

“What’s come over you?” I purred between stolen kisses, smiling against happy rumbling lips. “I mean, not that I’m complaining or anything,” I was quick to add.

“Mine,” was all he’d offer, taking my lips once more in a way that left nothing to the imagination about what, exactly, he had in mind for the next few hours.

I obliged, of course, because I’m a glutton, a masochist, the maker of my own hotmess-ery.

Oh, but it was so worth the potential chaos.

Chapter 3

When we’d finally exhausted ourselves, Rek’s arms and legs trembling like he might collapse where he clung to the side of the hot water pool we were lazily floating around in, still intimately joined, he’d just shake his head and repeat his whole Mine spiel whenever I voiced any concern.

“Yes, I’m yours,” I agreed, “but you’re plumb pooped out of this party, pookie,” I pointed out, smiling despite my exhaustion, “and what if-”

“We stay,” he grunted out with finality.

Finality I flipped my middle finger at.

“Yeah, no. That’s not gonna work for the Joanster, fart sniffer. See, I wrinkle like a prune if I sit in water too long.” Lifting my hand, I wriggled pruny fingers at him. “See? Dried out pale plums, like dead, wrinkled skin. Sexy, yes?”

Rek scowled but took in the sight of my waterlogged digits.

“Fewd more minutes,” he insisted, though he was waning.

“Any particular reason you’re being weirder than normal, sugar lips?” I inquired sweetly, frowning to lift up and peer over the edge of the lip of our hot water hidey hole. Was this spot special to him somehow? Was he- No, he wasn’t- No way.

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