And I lay in a stomach-down puddle on the table — somewhat concerned about staining the old wood with everything leaking out of me, but unable to do anything about it as puddles couldn’t move on their own. Only evaporate.
“Okay,” I admitted out loud with a sigh. “It wasn’t disgust.”
Sea and Wild laughed out loud at that.
And so did Dublin — before stopping to ask, “Hold on, what does that mean?”
Which made us all laugh even harder.
Three kings and their queen.
Dublin
We… all of us, had accepted that.
Sea
Finally.
Wild
For a few blissful moments, it was almost enough to make me forget the rest of the prophecy.
And what would come after the heat moon?
Naomi
So that washow Day 1 of our heat moon started.
No, it wasn’t disgust.
And it wasn’t heat.
I had no idea what label to put on what came next.
We managed to recover after ruining the kitchen table, and Wild threw a delicious-smelling stew together while I was in the shower.
“Right on time for this stovetop version of campfire stew I made,” he said as soon as I entered the room, even though I was too far away to scent, and he had his back to me as he ladled out the first bowl of thick brown soup. I assumed our mate bond must have a doorbell effect — letting him know whenever I was in the vicinity.
“That smells amazing! What’s in it?”
Wild ladled out a second bowl while explaining that he’d used the vegetables, meat, and flour I’d picked up when we stopped at thegrocery store.
Interestingly, it also included a can from the Norwolf six-pack Aidan had added after showing me what a stout beer was — or maybe that had just been a distraction so I wouldn’t notice him slip that bottle of lube into the basket.
With that new thought in my head, I eyed the City King suspiciously as he grabbed bowls of soup from the counter to set down on the kitchen table. The table now carried the strong antiseptic odor of cleaning products and had a lovely kelly green, linen cloth with lace borders placed over it.
“Made enough to last us a few meals,” Wild told me as I went to the sink to wash my hands. “After we eat, I’ll get some bread going in the oven, and that should be enough to keep us sustained over the next couple of days…”
He trailed off when he turned from the stove to see me wearing Aidan’s boxer shorts and another of his Norwolf t-shirts. A spike of territorial anger replaced his good mood.
“All my clothes are either still drying, ripped, or dirty,” I quickly reminded him. “This was the only option I had —”
One moment, I was explaining myself, and the next, I was being pushed into the counter. Wild’s heavy chest hit my back, and his strong hands tugged Aidan’s t-shirt off over my head. With no bra to be had, my breasts were exposed, and my nipples immediately tightened into pebbles in the cool air.
Another ripping sound. This time from below. Wild yanking apart the boxer’s front flap so hard that the entire bottom seam opened, exposing my core and releasing the smell of my instant arousal.
A distant crackle of outrage appeared somewhere beyond Wild’s sudden intense need to reclaim me. Then Aidan’s voice: “Jayzus Christ, man, at least let her eatfirst!”
