Page 94 of Connected

“All right and no. No, I didn’t tell Darius, I didn’t see any reason to. This can just be our secret—keep it between us.”

“You know you’re gonna show and he’s gonna be able to tell. Kat, you won’t be able to hide this forever.”

“No, but I can for a while. But when I can’t, then I’ll tell him. Please, promise me you won’t say anything?”

“All right,” he sighs reluctantly. “All right, for now. But the minute you feel like it’s gettin’ to ya then you’ll say somethin’ and stop, right?”

“Yeah, I promise. As soon as I feel any kind of weakness, I’ll quit.”

“Okay then, I promise.”

“On this pup’s life—swear it. Swear you won’t tell Darius.”

“All right… all right I swear it. So, what are you gonna do if we get spun up?”

“I’ll deal with it. You’re right there with me, so I’m sure you’ll keep us safe. Digby, it’ll be fine, just trust me. I need to be with the team—with the pack—I don’t wanna be shut out and stay here at home.”

He smiles, leaning in placing his hand against her cheek as he kisses her again more passionately. “Okay, but just so you know, I don’t like it—but I do get it.”

Her eyes twinkle bright green in the light and she sniffs. “Urgh… You know you stink—expensive liquor and cheap perfume.”

“Yeah well, that’ll be Hudson’s aftershave.”

“What?” she tilts her head curiously. “What’s Hudson gotta do with last night?”

“Don’t ask,” he sighs. “Oh…I passed out and Rhys thought it would be hilarious to pose us naked and take pictures, that was until I pointed out people might think it was him—I guess he’ll delete them now,” he smiles.

“Naked? So, how come you were naked? I thought you said you were doing karaoke?”

“Yeah, I was. Kat… I wassofuckin’ drunk; we’d played that vodka waterboardin’ game—you know, the one you invented? And the last thing I remember was standin’ on the desk naked, singin’ karaoke—Y.M.C.A to be precise. Yeah—no… no, don’t go there. Trust me I am scrubbing my brain with bleach cleaner tryin’ to erase that image right now.”

“Really?” she laughs loudly. “Okay, well then I guess I’ll try not to imagine it either.”

“I’ll get showered,” he kisses her again.

“You could, or… you could get in here with me instead?” she teases a smile.

“Really? You want me to get in there with you?”

“Well, I was gonna shave my legs but I can hold off.”

“Or I could do it for ya? I mean shave your legs or anythin’ else you want me to?”

“You wanna shave me?”

“Uh-huh… Oh yeah, yeah I sure as hell do.” He grins as he begins to unbutton the white shirt he’s wearing.

Kat frowns looking at the expensive designer logo on the front. “Hey, that’s not your shirt, is it?”

“Uh, no. No, it’s Rhys’s, I don’t know what the hell happened to mine after the karaoke.”

“Oh right, yeah thenakedkaraoke,” she grins. “So, are you getting in here or not?”

“I sure as hell, am.”

He strips the rest of his clothes quickly—and his cock immediately springs to life—filled with a hard and lusting desire as he stares fixated on her breasts. Her small hard beaded nipples tease him as he looks over the side of the tub.

“What the hell…” she bursts into a loud fit of laughter. “What the fuck happened to you?”

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