Finally, I nodded and meowed my consent.
Yes, I’d like that. I’d like that very much.
3
“You’re going to have to be a man to leave with me, okay, pretty boy?” I said, gently reminding Harley that he could be a human too. Some pups transitioned roughly, even went into a mood spiral when they were forced back to human before they were ready. Animal-play enthusiasts enjoyed being their animal so much that being a human, with human rules, could put them in the dumps. I did everything possible for Harley to make the switch from cat to man less of a hardship. I caressed his cheeks softly, far more aware of my own actions than I’d ever been with a partner, and got more of those addicting sweet purrs from him as a reward. I brushed my fingers through his dark brown hair and scratched at his scalp, which wasn’t much different from something I might do to a pup, but I kept my touch lighter.
Almost like an explosion went off in his body, he shivered and shook his head around before smoothly rising to a stand, while I was still kneeling on the floor. His package ended up right in my face, and I loved the up close and personal view. It seemed like he had a nice fat cockhead that would be fun to tease and suck. It pushed enticingly against the front of his tiny shorts. He stretched with his hands over his head, his fingers still kneading the air a little like they were paws.
Harley with his body bowed, sporting a hard-on, was heart-stopping. His naturally full lips gave him a permapout that had my own dick on alert for action. Damn, would a kitten like to play with a good hard bone the same way a puppy did?
His shorts didn’t seem like they were built to contain his thick cock, and I’d love to see him without them. He so obviously needed a full-body rubdown; the way he’d gone from prickly to soft and sweet under my touch made that much clear. I was sorry to see him preparing to put his human clothes back on, but him walking from Black Out with his chubby on display would have drawn us the wrong kind of attention.
I reached past the forgotten cat toys on the floor and dragged Harley’s pants toward us. He dipped his head until his chin almost touched his chest and carefully stepped into the pants as I held them up for him. My stomach fluttered. This was what I loved about having a pet. I enjoyed taking care of my pet, and I loved being needed and having someone else to be the focus of my energy.
“Thank you,” he whispered, or at least I thought that might be what he said in his soft, silvery voice because I couldn’t hear the precise words over the music.
As he worked his suit pants back up his legs, he stopped to blink at me, almost like he was looking for approval, which was a nice turn of events. I’d worried he might be the type of cat who was always prickly. This typical submissive behavior, even if it wasn’t strictly feline play, had my world righting itself. I loved the intense way he wanted approval because I loved giving it. I got to my feet and sort of bounced there, beaming at him.
“Yeah, get dressed. I’ll drive you, unless you’d like to follow me. I live outside the city.”
He blinked at me fast. “You would let me drive?”
Ah, he sounds like he’d rather do that himself. Shrugging, I shoved my hands into my pockets while he finished getting his pants on. “You don’t know me, and you’re a kitty cat. I didn’t think you’d appreciate feeling trapped.”
One corner of his lip raised and he lowered his brows and scowled at me, which was adorable, almost like he was subconsciously channeling his inner feline. Above the music another crack of thunder had everyone raising their eyes toward the ceiling, but the lights stayed on this time.
“I appreciate the consideration for my… my preferences.” Harley slanted me a look that made me think I was missing something, but I wasn’t sure what.
“No probs, kit-kat.” He scowled at me again and it was so precious. I’d have to save that nickname.
“Tonight, I’ll take you up on your offer.” Harley’s voice sounded rusty, even though it hadn’t been that long since he spoke. Maybe purring abused his vocal chords? Barking could hurt the throat, so why not? I made a mental checklist. Would he stay the night? I had tea and honey at the house for later, assuming human Harley enjoyed such things.
Once he had his clothes situated, he didn’t bother putting his jacket or shirt back on, which I found interesting—so he was shy, but not embarrassed about his evening activities? Or maybe he was beyond caring, because the nice bulge at his groin hadn’t gone down. Easing closer, I rubbed my hand down his neck, and he tilted it back for me, his eyes sliding shut. His breath came shorter, and I intently watched the pace of the rise and fall of his chest. My own heart slammed faster. I slid my hand down his chest to his bare belly, and he smacked his hand over mine when I hit his belt.
I held out my free hand for his phone. He stared at my fingers curiously for a second, almost like he thought he should destroy them, and then raised those blue eyes to me with a questioning hum that sounded a lot like that little chirping noise cats sometimes made. Bending down, I scooped up the cat toy he’d seemed to like from the floor and used the end of the wand to boop his nose. He startled and glanced away from me.
“I need your phone. To put in directions.”
Harley shivered and gave one nod. Maybe he was having trouble shutting off his kitty brain. But about thirty seconds later I could tell he was firmly a man again as he fumbled his shirt back on, eyes darting from me to the other people in the room as he did so, all while awkwardly holding his jacket too. He wouldn’t take any help from me when I lightly tugged on the jacket, only stumbled back a step, and finally, after a minute where I watched his face flush rosy, he had his clothes on again. His eyes glued themselves to the floor as he did up the last button on his shirt, and he flinched as his fingers brushed the leather at his throat.
“Maybe this isn’t—”
“Give me your phone.” I didn’t mean to sound so bossy. He skittered back a step while still managing to glare, but he did slip his phone out of his pocket and inch closer to me again with it held toward me.
In less than thirty seconds, I had my number entered into his contacts and had directions to my house pulled up for him on Google. I hit the green Start button and handed his phone back. He stared at the screen, his mouth twisted down to the side, those beautiful angular lines of his face highlighted in shadows created by the lighting in the room.
“I’ll see you there.” I raised the wand with the fluffy ball on the end and booped him on the nose again. He smacked it away.
“Do not do that,” he hissed, and managed to sound perturbed, but I laughed and made my way out of the room, the toy tight in my hand. Part of me didn’t expect him to follow, but I was excited, and somehow I already felt fond of him. Possibly it was the fact that he’d let me put my grubby man hands on his pretty kitty skin without running away or scratching me all to hell. I suspected he might have been able to wound me even without real claws.
Harley hadn’t given me his phone number, but I didn’t bother worrying about it as I made my way out through the entrance of the club. Whatever he needed to feel safe was fine by me. It was completely dark now, and I went on outside into the bucketing rain. I laughed and raced to my car but was still soaked when I got there. My kitty would hate the rain. For a few seconds, I stared at the rumbling sky when I made it to my car and appreciated the smack of the cold water on my overheated face.
The Saturday night traffic was a monster to get through downtown. I had to actually pay attention to the road instead of getting lost in the bouncy strains of “For the Longest Time” on the radio. My windshield wipers squeaked away at high speed, and I blew out a shaky breath as I adjusted the heat vents toward the windshield to get rid of some fog on the glass. Behind the waterlogged world directly in front of the vehicle, the lights of the city were vibrant watercolor splotches.
Either Harley would follow me, or he wouldn’t. I hated the city, or at least I hated being here when I wasn’t working or actively playing, much preferring my little spot in the country on the edge of civilization.
Blowing out a long breath, I directed the car back toward the lonely stretch of highway that would take me past Lincoln Field, wind between a few cornfields, and empty onto a country road.
