My cheeks flame. “I am. Very.”
A child runs up, her basket without eggs, tears in her eyes. “Mister Easter! Help! I need eggs!”
Jack salutes her, and hops off, promising to help her find so many chocolate eggs that her basket is overflowing. I smile as I watch them go, then abruptly run into my sister when I turn around.
“Hi,” she greets, still limping around in fake bandages and crutches, so no one else figures out she was faking. She follows Jack and the little girl, watching them collect eggs in the field. “So tonight’s the night, right?”
After getting home last night, I let my sister ask any questions she might have. Truth be told, we’re both so well read that she didn’t have many, except when our official mating ceremony was going to happen.
I nod. “Yep.” Chewing my bottle lip, my fears jumble up on my tongue. My sister places her hand on my forearm, and smiles. “Scared?”
“Yeah,” I admit, stomach roiling as I watch Jack collect the girl on her shoulders, her blonde hair dancing in the wind as she tosses her head back in laughter.
“I don’t think there’s a version of Hopper that could ever hurt you,” she assuages, smiling.
I shake my head. “Oh, no, not that. I’m not afraid of Jack in any form.” I face her, and drop my voice to a conspiratorial whisper since the entirety of Carrot Creek lingers around us. “It’sjust… Jack was super nervous that he’d shift uncontrollably at the festival today, and wanted to get it out of his system.”
Chelsey squeals. “You guys did it?!”
Twenty different quickies flash through my mind, Hopper on his haunches, fucking me ruthlessly as he drapes me over the couch, Hopper bouncing me on his cock in the kitchen, Hopper thrusting his paw over his cock as I fuck myself with a carrot—and so much more. We’ve been at it like bunnies this morning, trying so hard to make today as easy as it can be for Jack. The bunny suit and mask is protection but he really doesn’t want to shift.
I’m just such a turn on to him that he can’t help it.
“We’ve been humping like bunnies to try and prevent Jack from shifting at the festival.”
Chelsey frowns. “And you didn’t tell me?”
I drag my palm over my forehead as the sun beats down on us, laughter heavy in the air. “I haven’t had time. Jack’s had me completely wrapped up,” I tell her, swallowing thickly against the memory of Hopper’s whiskers keeping my wrists bound above my head while his tongue fucked me.
“So what’s left tonight? If you guys have already done it?”
I smirk. “Tonight is the official mating ceremony.” I waggle my brows. “After he makes me his, the random shifting should stop.”
She makes a sweet pout. “Because he’s finally complete.”
I nod. “Yep. I complete him.”
She beams, and we’re about to embark on a thoughtful conversation when Mayor Goodall approaches, chocolate smudges in the corners of his mouth.
“Ms. Basquettes,” he greets us in plural. Chelsey gives half a smile, and sets her focus on the horizon, where kids are still hunting for plastic eggs filled with toys.
“Hi Mayor Goodall.”
He peeks around the busy pavilion, then sets his beady gaze on me. “Is it smaller this year? Seems smaller. Less folks.”
I shake my head. I know for a fact that more people are here this year than last year due to ticket sales. “Actually, no. The turn out is better this year. I guess the Basquette sisters are really a great team.”
He ignores this information, and closes the small gap between us, making us nearly toe-to–toe. “You think you’re so special, some big city girl coming to our small town to save some stupid Easter party, is that what you think?”
I blink madly at him, trying to calibrate to this weird aside conversation. “What? No, I love Easter, Easter’s great.” I take a beat and replay his words. “Wait, what?”
“This is the perfect weekend for my election campaign and you ruined it. You and your sister and stupid Jack Hopper.”
“Jack’s not stupid,” I protest, thoroughly confused as to what’s happening. “Easter is Carrot Creek’s favorite holiday, Mayor. I think you’re being unreasonable about your campaign.”
“No one is thinking about an election during Easter, Mayor.”
His cherub cheeks deepen in color, and I think steam even puffs out of his ears. “Carrot Creek should adore their mayor, not some fictional bunny!” he hisses, ears turning pink, too. “If you don’t cancel this event, I willoutJack as the monster that he is.”
