Cy’s growl in answer had me shivering in his arms.
“Oi! What about my potatoes?!” I shouted on a laugh as he escorted me, bumping us both on things on his way, carrying me princess style, stealing heated kisses until I stopped protesting all together, to my bedroom.
“Cy feed my Pru after,” he rumbled out in that sexy, deep voiced way he did that made me feel all soft and gooey middled.
“So bossy,” I grumbled, if only to hear him rumble,“Mine.”
Chapter 5
“Bull crap. They couldn’t have ridden the eagles! I don’t care what anyone thinks. That’s not the point of the story at all. Who comes up with this crap? Plot hole, my whole ass,” I tossed back.
It took me a minute to realize he was just messing with me. I took my fantasy funsies movies very seriously, thank you very much.
“So easy,” Cy teased, blue eyes dancing.
My eyebrows shot up and I shot back, “So are you if you’re willing to take on your brother’s leftovers.” It was out of my mouth before I’d had a second to think about it. I’d gotten comfortable, and there my filter went, right out the window. My hand slapped over my mouth as I gaped at him. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled into my fingers. “I didn’t mean it.”
Cy leaned over me, getting in my personal space. Tugging my hand away, he stared me down. He didn’t look pissed but he wasn’t exactly happy either. Shit. Now I’ve gone and done it.
Leaning in more, he growled and then let out a huffing chuff that sent his breath tickling across my skin. Grumbling something I couldn’t make out, he pressed his lips to my forehead. His hand cupped the back of my head as he began torub his furry cheek along the spot he’d just place a sweet little kiss.
Pulling back, he glared down at me. “My Pru not leftovers.”
Sitting there, staring up at him, I blinked at him in surprise. That’s what had his panties in a wad? Not that he wore underwear but still. A sputtering noise left me when he continued to stare and glare, holding me captive.
“You’re completely, without a single doubt, absolutely bonkers fucking crazy, you do know that, right?” I couldn’t help but laugh at that madness.
“Good.” With a huffy puffy chuff and a loud grunt, he released me to retake his seat beside me. “We perfect then,” he grumbled as he dragged my legs into his lap and pinned them over powerful, thick, jean clad thighs.
With a pointed look my way, making sure I had a front row seat to his every move, he lifted a hand and let it hover near my sock covered feet.
The snorted laughs sputtering out of me died in my throat. He had that look on his face. “Cy…”
His hand moved close.
“Cypress Rowan Tree.” I was grumbling now, not quite growling at him in warning but pretty close to it.
The dingbat was grinning his fool head off. Thick fingers wiggled threateningly.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned.
My toes began to curl just thinking about it. The hand pinning my legs tightened.
“What think I do?” His voice was that silky, soft purr, but I knew it for the evil it was.
“I’m not buying that shit for a minute, Clarabelle, and you well know it.” My scowl just made him smile wider.
“Cy do. Cy know it,” he admitted, with zero compunction.
Instead of tickling my feet, like I’d expected, like I absolutely abhorred, he pinched the tip of the material at the toe of my foot and gave it a tug.
He’s clearly just messing with me, dying to get me to take the bait.
“What are ya gonna do, bite them off?” A loud, disbelieving scoff left me. Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms and glanced away.
I’d let him tickle me until I peed on him at this point, the way he set the challenge up. Battle of the wills may very well turn into battle of the wee if he wasn’t careful. It was the principle of the thing!
More tugging to the sock on my foot.
