“The only thing that doesn’t make sense is that he doesn’t have the funds,” Amos said. “I’ve checked his accounts and business dealings. He’s been in debt for years. Someone else is in charge.”
“What if it’s not a highborn?” she mused. “What if it’s a wealthy lowborn who wants to rule?”
Amos contemplated her suggestion. “You might be right.” He leaned his head against the headboard. “Not many lowborns agree with the crown, and we haven’t focused much of our attention there.”
Clover grunted. “That’s stupid. The commoners are the backbone of any kingdom. There might not be many loyalists there, but they do exist. It’s obvious loyalists are using the rebel factions to cause havoc.”
“Are you going back to Dragon Village before returning to Friya?”
The change of subject gave her whiplash. “I am…”
“Can you speak to the Hydra about this when you return?” he asked, lightly running his fingers along her bare back.
Oh. Clover had been more active in the Hydra, getting frequent updates from Ruth and sitting in on meetings when she visited. “I had already planned on it. You need to write them a letter as well after you've looked into the wealthier lowborns in the area.”
He kissed the top of her head, and she felt him grin. “I’d already planned on it.”
An orange glint on her husband’s cock caught her eye, and she sat up, running her fingers over the orange beads near the head. They’d been ravenous when they’d arrived at the house, and she hadn’t paid much attention. “You changed your piercing.”
His cock hardened under her perusal. “Today, actually. I wanted to surprise you when I saw you next.” He touched one of the balls. “Only the ends are orange. They advised against putting painted metal inside my body.”
She continued to rub the head of his cock. “You remembered my favorite color?”
His brows bent together. “Why wouldn’t I?” Amos sat up quickly, causing Clover to flop onto the mattress with a squeak. “I have something for you.”
She sat up and eyed him warily. “It’s not another heart bouquet, is it?”
He got out of bed, his heavy cock bobbing between his thighs. “You said you liked the heart.” Amos grabbed his pants off the ground and dug into the pocket.
“I did,” she agreed, “but one heart is enough.”
He walked back to the bed and held out a small box. “I’d planned to send it to you with my next letter.”
“Why are you carrying it around?” she asked, taking the small box. She squinted at the wood. “Is this my ring box?”
“Because they switched it out for me at the shop today and I hadn’t gone home yet, and yes, it is.”
Switched what out?Opening the box, she stared at a small, curved bar with a silver ball on each end. She blinked. Then blinked again. “Is this your old dick piercing?” Surely not.
He sat beside her on the bed with a proud smile. “It is. You have a piece of me to carry with you.”
Clover carefully closed the box, struggling to find the words to say. Absolutely nothing came to mind.
His smile dropped. “You don’t like it.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s that you gave me yourdickjewelry.” She burst out laughing. “What is wrong with you?”
Amos scowled at her. “If you gave me something that had been in your pussy, I’d carry it everywhere.”
Holding back her laughter proved nearly impossible. “You think highly of your dick if you think I’d want to carry these around everywhere.”
He stood quickly. “What is that supposed to mean?”
She hiked a shoulder, loving how easily he took the bait. “Nothing.”
Large hands wrapped around her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Amos pulled her to her feet and flipped her around, bending her over the mattress.
His hand came down with a loudsmack, followed by a sharp sting on her ass. She screamed and tried to turn around, but he pinned her to the mattress and spanked her again. “You hurt my feelings.” Another slap.
