“I don’t trust that manager of yours. I didn’t like him. He wants you back.”
“No, he’s worried he’s going to lose his source of profit. He didn’t appreciate what he had, and now he’s concerned. Enough talk.” Her fingers went to his ears, and she yanked them.
“Hey,” he protested, freeing himself.
“Just getting your attention. This has been a horrid day. Kiss me. Make me forget.”
“I could do that if you stop talking.” Challenge emanated from his stare.
She struggled to contain an improper giggle and made a buttoning motion against her lips.
“Good,” he said and kissed her.
Instead of an aggressive kiss, she received gentle. Every nerve in her body seized, relaying messages. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Hone was right. They’d almost died tonight. Celebrating life was a much better than dwelling on June…
She shuddered, recalling the crazed expression, the determination. And Emma.God!
“Stop thinking.”
“I…June…it’s hard to switch off my brain.”
“Then I’m not doing a good job.”
His busy fingers tweaked her nipple.
“Excellent moves, mister.”
“Pleased to be of service.” He continued to kiss and fondle her before moving down the bed and parting her thighs. “Let’s see if this rings your bell.”
A half-laugh emerged as he tongued her folds, grazing her clit with his tongue. Just enough to send her crazy. A puff of warm air had her mind readjusting, her thoughts realigning with his.
With fingers and mouth, he drove her high and fast, but not enough to let her come. She lifted her hips for more stimulation, not above pleading. “Hone, please.”
“You taste sweet,” he whispered. “So sweet. You please us both so much.”
“Us?”
“Me. My taniwha.”
“Oh.” She glanced down at his cock. It seemed normal enough. “You don’t have a weird cock, do you? I haven’t noticed any barbs.”
Hone barked out a laugh, the warm air feeling great puffing against her swollen flesh. “You’ve seen me, touched me, tasted me. Am I any different?”
“Now I’m not sure. I’m second guessing every bit of knowledge.”
Hone chuckled again, the hoarse sound bringing a wash of humor to her.
“I’d better check.” She wriggled from beneath him and crawled over him. With a laughing grunt, he allowed her to push him onto his back. “My, what a nice erection,” she purred. “Better get a condom, so I’m not wasting time.” After pulling a foil packet from the strip on the nightstand, she gripped his shaft, measuring the breadth with her hand. “Feels like a cock.” With her gaze on his, she licked the bulbous head. “Hmm, tastes like a cock.”
“It acts like a cock too,” Hone said as a drop of pre-come beaded at the top. “Therefore, it must be a cock.”
Cassie took him into her mouth, sucking and licking. Tasting and savoring the amusement and rightness that bubbled through her.Therefore, it must be a cock. She snorted through her nose, and Hone jumped.
“Hey, watch the teeth.”
She pulled off him. “Sorry.”
“Put on the condom,” he ordered.
