Page 38 of Ensnared
“I can shift and eat you for breakfast, witch,” he grumbles. “You shouldn’t poke sleeping dragons.”
The effect of his threat is ruined by the adorable way he rubs the sleep from his eyes. I tug on my panties and thermal t-shirt from last night, then lean down to kiss his cheek. I really should bring over a stash of clothes if I’m going to be sleeping in his room.
“You ate me for dinner last night,” I whisper in his ear.
He shivers, then moves so fast I can’t even track his movements. In a blink, I’m flat on my back on the bed and he’s looming over me, naked and glorious.
“Don’t tempt me,” he growls.
His kiss is scorching, bringing to light the memories of all he and Ty did to me in the dark. When he finally lifts his head, I’m clutching his shoulders and I have one leg wrapped around his waist, ready for him. My core is throbbing with need, and it would take no effort at all for him to tear off my underwear and sink inside me.
But he pulls away from me, grinning widely. “Run along now. You said you’ve got work to do.”
I lift onto my shoulders, gasping in outrage. “You—” My gaze falls to his cock, which is fully erect, thick and so mouthwatering. “You’re going to walk around all day with that?”
Jack’s grin turns evil. “Oh, no. I haven’t had my shower yet, remember?”
He squeezes his cock and gives himself a slow, deliberate tug.
I swear and call him several colorful names, but he’s right. I brought this on myself. And now I’m the one who’s going to be suffering all day, thinking of what will happen in his shower in just a minute.
He swats my ass as I bend down to tie my boots—maybe I deliberately turned his way to do it—then saunters into the bathroom, whistling.
“Ugh.”
For a brief moment, I actually debate stripping all my clothes again and barging into the shower, but I have things to do that can’t wait. If I want to become a contributing member of this little society, I have to get my butt in gear and do the work. Whatever is demanded of me.
I stop in the kitchen to kiss Ty’s cheek and steal a banana and a freshly baked blueberry muffin. “Mm, you spoil us.”
He points at me. “I have plans for us this afternoon.”
A grin stretches my lips. “Like a date?”
“Yep,” he says. “We’ll grab Jack and go together.”
“Do I need to wear anything special?” I ask.
There’s not a lot of variety to choose from since I have to be mindful of the weather, but I will definitely make an effort.
“You won’t be wearing your clothes,” Ty replies.
I put my hands to my hips. “I don’t know if having sex counts as a proper date, Ty.”
He grabs my shoulders, gives me a quick peck on the lips, and turns me in the direction of the kitchen door. “Don’t worry. You’ll love it. Come meet us here at five.”
I’m sure he’s right, but the lack of information has me squirming in anxiety. I hightail it to my cabin and spend twenty minutes going through every piece of clothing I now own. Then I smack my head and tell myself to stop freaking out in a very stern voice.
In the end, I remove my bracelets, put on my rose-gold headphones, blast Halsey, and sink into my meditative coding state to take my mind off Ty and Jack. There’s so much to be done, and I can’t even begin to grasp how massive this project I’m undertaking will really be.
My first order of business will be to convince Aiden that I need spell books from Alice and a heap of technical equipment from Anchorage. There’s got to be a YouTube video somewhere about how to connect a village to satellite internet, and I’ll need to access that. No use reinventing the wheel if someone has already achieved that. But the private messaging program—I’m thinking of a basic, exclusive version of one of the big social media platforms—will be a tougher nut to crack. I could reuse some of the security program I coded for fun before I ever got Aiden’s contract for the Lodge’s website, but it’ll need to be improved.
It’s past lunchtime when I finally resurface from my trance and realize Princess Penny is pawing at my leg, urging me to let her out to pee. I stretch, popping my shoulders, and open the door for her. She now knows not to run too far, so she circles the bushes closest to the cabin and smells the trails of woodland critters that have come by in the night.
I lean my elbows on the porch railing, watching her with a smile. She’s as happy here as I am. The sea dragons don’t seem to be overly fond of pets, but I think there’s a golden retriever in the village somewhere. Maybe I could go meet the owner someday soon to see if the two dogs want to become pals.
Princess Penny suddenly goes still, her ears twitching. Then she emits a series of loud, angry barks—though a Pomeranian’s angry bark still sounds kind of ridiculous.
“What’s wrong?” I call to her.
