“Okay, why am I here? Did we…?” I left the last bit off, I couldn’t voice it.
“You don’t remember? I’m crushed, sweetheart,” he teased. Of course we didn’t.
“Oh yeah, now I remember, I couldn’t feel your teeny tiny weenie. Hence why I forgot. I was reorganizing my closet the whole time. I decided to go with sorting by color, just so you know.” Yeah I went there. What?
“Some women find it cute,” he commented with sadness. Oh no, did he really have a tiny peen? Poor man, probably got made fun of in the locker room.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ve been banged so many times my meat curtains flap with the wind.” So not true. I cherished my vagina, so that would never happen. But maybe it would make him feel better.
“I’ll remember that for the spank bank.” He winked. This conversation had taken a weird turn.
“Okay, back to my question, why am I here?” I took a step back to give us some distance and was relieved when he didn’t follow me.
“Mary let me have you. She couldn’t carry you around, so I asked if I could take you to my place, that we were friends. She fought valiantly, but only for a few seconds. She said you needed a guy like me, but she made sure to follow us here and watch me put you in bed. She was the one that removed your pants. Sexy panties, by the way. I have a thing for lace.” His eyes drifted down to said panties. I wanted to cover myself from his perusal but I didn’t. I thought I looked good in my purple lace cheekies.
Mary was so fired. Not really, but I would at least give her bathroom cleaning duty or something.
“The jungle cat?” I had to know, did one of his creatures escape?
“Binksie? He’s an African Serval. Rescue. A woman thought it would be cool to have him as a pet but didn’t want to put in the time. She dumped him off in the middle of nowhere with his leash tied to a tree. I got the call from someone who saw it happen and went to get him. He’s fine now, he’s kind of adopted me so now he won’t leave the house.” Huh, that was an interesting story. I digested all of the information he had given me, but there was still one question that was burning in my head.
“Why are you shirtless?”
“Casey spit up on me so I needed to shower and change.” Casey?
“You have a baby?” The thought was oddly surprising.
“No, Casey is a baby tiger. She hasn’t been feeling too well.”
“Oh, poor thing.” We stood there with no words being exchanged. Yeah, I needed to go.
“Well, I’m going to get dressed when I find my pants, and get out of here. Good luck with Casey.” I turned and looked around for my pants. I heard a growl behind me, a sexy one. So when I spotted those pants, I made a little show of my walk and bending over grabbing them. Shoving my ass out like a stripper. I was a cock tease and I was enjoying this.
Then rough hands gripped my hips and pulled me back against a very hard, not teeny, peen. I felt my sex instantly start to quiver. I lifted my upper half and was flush against his naked torso. Yum.
“Presenting your perfect ass in the air like a cat in heat, that’s playing with fire, sweetheart,” he growled into my hair. I wanted him to bend me over the dresser and fuck me hard, but that would be it. It would be as simple as sex—hot sex—but just sex. As a couple, we would never work.
“Not doing anything. You’re just a horn dog.” I untangled myself from him and slipped on my pants. Totally wishing I had sweatpants.
“I made breakfast, come down the stairs when you’re ready.” He turned and left. My stomach growled. Food did sound really good. I left the room in search of a bathroom, which I found just across the hall from the room. So far this house was pretty pleasant. Not overly decorated, very simple. I used the facilities and checked out my face.
“Oh frock,” I muttered. I had troll doll hair and my makeup was smeared everywhere. I looked like I belonged out in one of the cages in the rescue. Wishing I knew where my clutch was, with my small bottle of makeup remover, I grabbed some tissues and moistened them with water. I did what I could, which was a miracle, in my eyes. I looked pretty good after cleaning up. Rinsing out my mouth to get rid of the bed breath, I felt refreshed. My stomach growled again, warning me I needed to get some grub.
Chapter Five
I walked down the stairs, toward the sounds of plates being shuffled. Jake had donned a shirt and was placing a few plates on the table, which was now paperless.
“My, my, are we showing off for little old me?” I teased. He didn’t reply, but went and grabbed two glasses of orange juice.
I walked over to the table and sat my butt down. Man, did he outdo himself! Eggs, bacon, biscuits, and hash browns. Lord almighty, this man was trying to undo me. I was about to ask if he had made coffee when he set down cups for us both with the pot in between. Sugar and cream appeared moments later. Okay, this was something I could get used to.
“So, Jake, tell me about the man behind the animals.” I poured some coffee and spooned in three scoops of sugar. I liked my coffee sweet. His large body sat in the chair opposite of me and made himself his own cup. Three scoops of sugar. Interesting.
“I own and run the rescue. Currently sitting on 200 acres. We take care of all sorts of creatures, including tigers, lions, and bears.”
“OH MY!” I couldn’t help myself. He smiled at me while I covered my plate with food
“I’m thirty-two years young. Virgo, don’t care for walks on the beach. I feel manscaping is a must, and I can make you come in two minutes with my tongue.”
