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“Shithead?” I ask, laughing.
“Yup,” she replies, bopping my head playfully with a pillow before trying to get out of bed. I catch her and pin her to the bed.
“How about if I make it up to you? I’ll makeyoubreakfast today.”
“You ever make a woman breakfast before?” she asks.
I wince.Shit.
“Lie to me,” she demands.
“Never,” I immediately say.
She hits me with the pillow again.
24
CICELY
Several Days Later
I’ve always loved camping trips. But this is a whole lot more convenient. I don’t mind roughing it, but not having to go without power, running water, and air conditioning and an ice maker in the fridge? Way better.
“The only thing this camper is missing is a television,” I say. It’s another rainy day and I’m feeling like cuddling up under a blanket and vegging out. “We should grab a TV from my apartment.”
“There’s a TV here,” Jared says.
“Where?”
“Under the bed.”
“Under the bed? What good is it under the bed?”
He smiles. “Smart ass. Don’t use it often, never bought a mount for it so stash it under there for travel days and just haven’t watched it lately.”
I gasp. “Let’s watch a movie in bed. Oh… do you have anything we can watch a movie with? A streaming box or…”
“I’ll hook us up,” he says and walks into the bedroom and does something on the side and the bed lifts up with a motor at an angle revealing a storage compartment under there. There’s more of his clothes, some of his technical gear like goggles, atelescope, and a gun case, plus a few piles of books, a small safe, and a small TV.
We’ve spent a lot of time in this bed, exploring one another’s bodies for hours on end. He’s been intentional with his touches, dominant, and filthy dirty – kissing, licking, touching, and fucking me everywhere. Often. For hours. He manhandles me without worrying I’m too fragile. He makes me beg to come sometimes and other times he makes me beg him before he’ll stop, wringing me dry, leaving my vagina achy and sore. And I fucking love it. Every bit of it. His appetite and sexual tastes are right in line with mine.
My mate is feral even when he’s man-shaped. Feral for my body. Feral for me.
The last few days have also been spent getting to know one another. On my part, mostly. I’ve talked about my family, the pack, the adventures I’ve gone on.
He hasn’t been super-forthcoming about personal stuff, but I suspect it’s because there’s not all that much to share since he’s been on his own for seventeen years. He told me how he met Linc, about some of the jobs they’ve worked on together and how they’ve saved one another’s asses. He told me all about how things went in Silver Hills and how he did recon work at the massage parlor where those poor girls were being prostituted.
His outrage as he told this said good things about his character. I brought up that Linc told me how he found out about me. He changed the subject and started talking about some coastal and mountainous regions he’s visited. He tells me where he caught his favorite sunset. His favorite sunrise. He wants to show me both.
I suspect revisiting how he found out about me would be triggering, putting him at risk of shifting.
One of my favorite things about Jared is that we don’t have to talk constantly when we’re together. The silence is comfortable. He hasn’t worn the mask in a couple days, but we’ve kept it and the weapons close.
We ran out of pre-cooked meals two days ago, so I texted my wickedly awesome stepmother who sent three more days’ worth of meals as well as a few days beyond that of groceries over within a couple of hours, with an offer to do our laundry. I didn’t take her up on that, but will probably run to my apartment tomorrow for a quick switch out of clothes.
Ivy and Amie have both texted a couple times to see if I need anything or to ask how we’re doing.
I finally talked to Bailey briefly yesterday on the phone and things with her and Jase are definitely strained. When she ran down the list of reasons she’s furious with him, I certainly understood. And I admire her strength. I’m not sure how long it’ll last; I can see her caving with how long she’s wanted this. Though, by the sounds of it, Jase isn’t doing himself any favors with how he’s handling things right now. The guy has no experience trying to woo a female since they typically drop their panties at the first sign of interest. He’s got work to do to get out of the proverbial doghouse, that’s for sure. Hopefully he puts in the work and demonstrates he’s worthy so my best friend can have what she’s wanted for so long. I’m proud of her for realizing her worth.
