Page 8 of Bride of Choice

Pulling me off of him with some effort, Bum-bum cupped my chin, his eyes dark and unreadable, flashing with something I wasn’t entirely sure of. “Safe,” was all he offered, bussing his forehead with mine briefly before letting me go and all but shoving me at Rek, to take off towards the sound of all of those voices.

“What’s he doing? What’s he saying?” I barked at Rek, who scooped me up without a word and took off with me at a run.

Taking the back way into Yetidom, Rek had me back at my place, warming in my own little hut, cursing him out and scrambling for clothes, before anyone else was the wiser.

Wanting to hash this out but needing a moment, I demanded he fuck off and had myself a quick wash up with the small basin of water I kept handy. Redressed, I grabbed my purse, and was down in our little slice of cavedom where I knew I’d find him waiting, sulking, before he could blink.

“What the hell?! What the feckin’ hell was that?!” I demanded to know. “And what was that shit with Hector, hmm?”

“Who Hegged-ore?” Rek grumbled with a scowl.

“Don’t you play dumb with me, mister!” I bellowed at him, safe to shout it out in our den of debauchery.

Thinking it over as he glared at me and repeated himself, I guessed he probably didn’t know I called Bum-bum Hector. I’d compartmentalized my life so carefully, I highly doubted all the beings in my life knew much of anything about each other unless it was out there and obvious, like hang outs in public.

“Bum-bum,” I said in way of explanation.

His grunt of an “oh” had me scowling but it was more ‘well, explain yourself’ and less death in my eyes.

We both stood there, twin scowls, stubborn as shite. We appeared to be at an impasse.

The silence that lingered between us was full of what the fuck?!

“How could you?” I said finally.

“How Jojo not want Rek claims her? After all the times?!” Throwing his hands up, Rek went for broke, just let all that bottled up bullshit we tiptoed around out. “No want Rek, but Rek wants Jojoanie. Jojoanie wants all how Jojoanie wants, not how Rek wants! Rek wants! Rek WANTS!”

“Well, ya know what?! Jojoanie wants too!” I shouted right back. Reaching into my handbag, grabbing up the little white box inside, fingers clenching around it, I pulled it out and threw it at his fat, furry, stubborn arsed head. “Joanie wants too, you pig headed, self-absorbed, dirt crusted wad of dingleberries!!”

Rek snarled as the ring box pinged off his forehead, sending him clutching his tank of a noggin.

Rushing after the ring box, I dove as it landed in our love nest, eager to retrieve the item after I’d impulsively chucked it at him, but Rek appeared to have a similar plan.

“Give… It… Back… You… Can’t… Have… It… Now…”

“Rek… Haves… It…” he snarled and snapped right back as we wrestled over the tiny white box. “Frows at… Rek’s head…. means for Rek!”

“It just means… I wanted to… bean your dumb ass!” I shot back as my fingers curled around my prize and I made to roll away from him.

Several hundred pounds of Yeti landed atop me, my snarl of frustration ignored in favor of prying that box from my claw tipped fingers.

Forcing me to let go, if I actually wanted to make it out of this with all of my fingers intact, Rek growled triumphantly as he retrieved that little white box and rolled away.

“You can’t have it! It’s mine!” I insisted as I threw myself at him in an attempt to throw him off and recollect my precious.

Rek easily fought me off, cracking open the lid to peer inside with open curiosity.

My hands clapped over his eyes as I wrapped my legs around his middle, straddling his back. Cursing and snarling at him, it took me a full minute to realize he’d frozen in place, his arm held out, the bit of gold nestled inside gleaming like a beacon from the little jewelry pillows holding it in place.

“My Jojo,” he breathed, tipping me to easily send me flying off of him to plop backwards onto our bed.

Scooting away from me, he glanced from me, where I was glaring at him at the head of the bed, to where he sat at the end of the bed, admiring the gift I hadn’t really meant to give him yet. If ever at this point.

“It’s not for you,” I lied as he lifted the ring on the thin chain and pulled it free.

“Has Rek name,” he pointed out, turning the ring this way and that to notice our names engraved on the inside.

“Pff. No, it doesn’t,” I bluffed, huffing and puffing. “You can’t even read! How would you know?”

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