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“I like to think she was,” I nodded. “I hope she was anyway. Memories supposedly change every time we think about them so I’m not so sure anymore.”

“I don’t know how much of that I believe. I remember things the same as they’ve always been,” Othoni shrugged. “If you’re anything like her, she was happy. Most of your memories were, mate. Sure, grief is there and recent change has kicked you around like a football but we all have those periods in our lives. I’m not trying to say you weren’t ready to sleep for decades. I just wanted to say your memories felt happy.”

“I’m glad I didn’t depress you,” I laughed and stole a kiss.

I was happier than I let on. My life had taken some bleak turns and I didn’t want my problems weighing Othoni down.

“You’re not,” he said, picking up on my thoughts. “And now you have to remember that I can hear some of what you’re thinking.”

I screwed the cap on the empty water bottle and tossed it into the trash before turn my attention back on him.

“Come here,” I beckoned to him with a finger even though he sat right next to me.

“Why?” he blinked, feigning innocence.

“Because I’m going to bite you---”

“Gotta help me pick my dick up off the floor first, mate,” Othoni laughed, and I caught him off guard with a kiss.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Othoni

I’d taken more showers in a day since meeting Teddy than I’d ever taken this close together before. Still, water conservation aside, there was something that sent tingles up and down my spine when he kissed me in the shower. Our open mating link made everything newer and fresher than ever before. I could almost feel my tongue inside his mouth as we kissed. His pleasure lingered on my skin along side my own as we cuddled and touched each other. Snuggling up so close in the shower made me hard again. I’d never stopped being slick. It was as if my body knew the other part of what it wanted and wasn’t packing up and heading home before it got it all. Even in the shower, my slickness dribbled onto my thighs and made the whole room smell like me.

“Do you want me to eat you in here or in the bed?” Teddy asked.

I stopped kissing and blinked up at him. I knew what he meant but the guys I hung around with never spoke so openly of things.

“Or I could suck your dick, if you prefer,” Teddy offered. “I’m not picky.”

I laughed despite the nerves suddenly dancing in my stomach again. We’d already had sex. I’d already been balls deep inside the man. What the hell could I blush about now? He pulled me in for a long, slow kiss, buying me time to gather up my wits and try to make my ducks sit in a row. Only I had a jaguar with no ducks in sight because he ate them all last night for dinner.

“I’m a little in awe,” I admitted aloud.

“Why? Because I’m not shy about oral?” Teddy leaned back to ask me.

“You just say it.”

“You taste good. We’ve already had our mouths and hands all over each other, mate. It is what it is. If you have something you prefer to call it, I’ll call it that instead,” he shrugged. “I promised to get you all hard and bothered before we moved onto the next part of the claiming vows and I’m just making good on that. Sure, I’ll enjoy that job but a promise is a promise. I don’t know who you romped with before me and I don’t need to but if they shied away from making sure you got off, I hope their dick gets clogged up or something.”

“Can that happen?” I asked.

“I don’t know but if it can, I hope it happens to them,” Teddy said.

“If we ever go to war, you’re in charge of thinking up hexes but for now let’s not think about it,” I said, reaching around him to turn the water off. I started to get out of the shower to grab our towels, but Teddy was already out and grabbing them. I wasn’t helpless but it did feel nice to stay in the warm shower and wrap up in a towel before stepping out into the cooler air of the bathroom.

“Besides, I’m already hard.”

“Are you saying tangerine to oral sex?” Teddy teased. “I mean, it’s okay but damn.”

“I’m not. I already feel like I’m on fire, though. Not heat fire. I’m not making any sense, Teddy, and it’s all your damn fault!”

“Thanks for the compliment, mate,” he teased and used his towel like a lasso around my middle to pull me in. His lips captured my mouth in a soft kiss and rested his forehead against mine. “You’re sensitive to the touch in certain areas, huh?”

“Yeah, that,” I nodded, trying and failing not to blush again.

“No more foreplay, then? Ready to be fucked?”

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