Jade’s eyes widen, and then he laughs. There is an awful lot of ice cream in the freezer. Brodie made the mistake of showing Lello how to order groceries online, and then he left the kelpie to it.
Eating it all is going to be a challenge. But a very fun one. I’m going to laugh and enjoy myself with my friends, and I’m not going to think of Monty at all.
It is a marvelous plan.
Chapter five
Monty
This is terrible. I can sense Pink standing just outside the boundary of my wards. His magic is raging, brimming and full. He is very ripe, yet for some reason, he is not approaching.
Does he hate me? Did I disappoint him so badly last time that he is dreading a repeat? Was my inexperienced fumbling truly awful?
Or, heavens forbid, despite his assurances otherwise, did I hurt him?
Oh goddess, this agony of not knowing is unbearable. As is this indecision over what to do. Should I open the door and invite him in, or is it better to continue pretending that I don’t know he is there?
This is impossible, and it is making me feel quite nauseous. But wait, what is this? My wards just pulsed. Pink has stepped forward. He is approaching.
He knocks on the door and never has a sound made me happier. I run forward and fling it open. Pink stares up at me in startled surprise.
Oh dear, I really need to calm down before I frighten the poor boy away. Gingerly, I step aside and beckon him into my home.
He walks through the doorway and freezes, bright eyes darting all around.
“You’ve remodeled,” he says as his gaze fixes on the double bed.
“Ah yes, well, I thought this was more practical,” I explain hastily.
My workspace and work table is half the size it was. A good portion of the van is now occupied by a double bed. The space above the cab is now used for storage. All things I should have thought of before. I am living here for the very purpose of emptying Pink. A bed that fits two and is easy to access, is a very fundamental tool.
“It is very thoughtful,” says Pink, and he looks genuinely taken aback.
Guilt twists in my gut. He shouldn’t be grateful that I have done the bare minimum for his comfort. It speaks volumes about how he is used to being treated. I hate it. Pink deserves better, so much better.
“Has it left enough room for your work?” he says anxiously.
Oh my heart.
“Yes! No problem at all!” I assure him. It is mostly the truth. It is a bit of a poke and a squeeze now, but nothing I can’t manage.
Pink lowers his trousers to his ankles and steps out of them. What is happening? I stare in complete and utter befuddlement. He gracefully picks up his discarded trousers, folds them and places them neatly on the side. He isn’t wearing any underwear. From the waist down, he is quite naked. I missed him taking his slip-on plastic sandals off, but I see them now, neatly placed by the door.
The only thing Pink is wearing is a faded cream colored tee shirt. I can see all of his slender, lovely legs.
A swallow gets stuck in my throat.
Pink walks over to my bed, climbs onto it and proceeds to adopt a kneeling position. Then he drops his head to the mattress, leaving his beautiful ass up in the air.
Oh goddess help me. He did all that with absolutely no preamble whatsoever. Presumably, it is a very clear message that he wishes to get on with things.
Hastily, I scramble forward while simultaneously trying to get out of my own trousers, socks and shoes. Somehow, I make it to the bed without tripping over.
I clamber onto the mattress and kneel behind Pink. His plain chrome butt plug seems to wink at me. Heavens.
“Same as last time?” I croak.
“Yes,” says Pink.
