“Okay…and that means…?”
“It means makeup sex! Which is always more amazing than normal sex!”
Harlow snorted, before seconds later bursting into laughter. “And our normal sex isn’t amazing?”
Foxx opened his mouth, closed it, and then pouted. “Well…I mean, it is… But…like maybe it would be better somehow?! It’s just a rule of couple sex, okay, old man! I don’t make the rules!”
“Could you even handle it being better than normal?”
He whined. “I’ll have you know, I could handle two of you, if I wanted!”
“Two of me?”
“YES!”
“Sure you could.” Harlow patted his shoulder and started walking again.
Foxx glared at his broad back. Stupid condescending asshole. Why the hell was he so good in bed?! No, but makeup sex was supposed to be better! He’d been promised! Alastair had assured him that the media hadn’t lied to him, and that it was a thing!
It was just, Foxx usually never got past the first fight…as most of his first couple fights had ended in death… Self-defense, of course. Like, what had he been supposed to do when they attacked him? Not fight back?
“Come on, brat. It’s up ahead!” Harlow yelled back.
Sighing, he rolled his eyes and caught up to the man. Right as they crested a hill, the house came into view. The large three floor home was situated in a valley, with a small lake out front.
Looking at what had to be a massive craftsman’s style mansion, the ground floor was mostly stone, including the steps up and the floor of the porch, while the pillars and the upper two floors were wooden. With exposed beams and arches, with overhanging black roofs, there was a first-floor balcony, and windows were everywhere. Size wise…the house was big… Big,as in, three of Foxx’s apartments would likely fit inside, with plenty of room to spare.
To be honest, it kind of reminded him of a lodge. He imagined that the heating bill would be painful with that many big windows. Hell, his was nothing to sneeze at, with the windows he had on his ground floor.
Eyeing the home as they made their way down the hill, he rasped, “Beautiful.”
As it was… Though, so far, Foxx hadn't seen anything out of sorts.
“What? Is it your style?”
“Yes…it’s lovely.” Foxx beamed. “Santiago has good taste.”
“It’s a bit large, isn’t it?”
“I mean, he’s no doubt a rich werewolf, considering he said he had over a hundred in his pack… You knew that they were there, back before we were legal…I’m kind of surprised you didn’t go after them, considering how many there were. Either way, I’m sure he has people staying with him periodically, even if most of the pack doesn’t live with him. Though…I agree, three floors in a house that would have been considered sizable, even without the upper levels, would be a bit much for one person. I suppose, regardless of the pack members that could be staying with him, it’s possible it’s never just him… I mean, you know him better than I do. In your conversations, did you happen to find out if he is seeing anyone?”
“First of all…I didn’t go after people that didn’t bother me. Second, they kept to themselves, stayed out of trouble, and were pretty well hidden, even integrated with the community.
“Third, when you were revealed to the world and your existence was illegal, that was before I, and Tony, for that matter, even joined the still in the works, fully government connected, publicly known Hunters Guild. Then again, that formed fully only months before you were legal. From what Tonytold me, they kept holding back from establishing it on realizing where the tides were going.”
“I imagine, even if it was legal at the time, having records of them murdering indiscriminately would have been bad,” Foxx added.
Harlow snorted. “No doubt. It was already known what old school hunters had done on the downlow, there was no point putting it all out in the open with how fast the laws were changing. Either way, the wolves didn’t cause trouble, so we had no reason to go after them. At least, that was Tony’s rules. Others, not so much.
“As for the last part, I don’t know him at all. I’ve had no conversations with him outside of what you heard, and the brief moments when I talked to him about finding you.”
Foxx sighed. “You could make him your friend. Seems like an almost seven-foot werewolf would be a good friend to have. Let’s walk around.” Foxx added the last part as he started walking around the outside, sniffing the air as he did.
Following behind him, Harlow grunted, “Don’t need any.”
Of course he didn’t. Which was too bad… Foxx kind of wanted to know what the world would look like from that height, and if he could convince Santiago to pick him up just so he could see. But like, how could he even ask without Harlow first making friends with the guy?!
Foxx’s nose wrinkled as a smell caught his attention, or rather smells. The interesting one being this odd metallic scent that almost burned his nose with the bitterness that came with it. It was like the darkest black coffee one could ever make was being shoved up his nose.
