“Come on, dude, you’re fine. I know you’re tougher than this.” I moved to the end of the porch, where a massive tree trunk stretched up into the canopy overhead. Holding him out, he perked up and leaped from my hand, scrambling up the tree and sending bark flying in his wake.
“That thing was alive?” Sybil asked. I glanced back at her.“Yeah, he’s just... Larry.”
Her hands flew to her gaping mouth.“He was so cute!” she exclaimed.“Was it a ferret?”
I shrugged,“Sort of. You could call it a ferret, I guess.”
Moving towards the door, offering Nash one last scrutinizing glare before kicking off my boots and stepping inside.
As soon as the door clicked shut, I let out a long sigh. They were going to mess it all up, weren’t they? The couple’s muffled bickering was already audible on the porch behind me. Family always complicated things; at least it seemed that way to me.
Gathering my courage, I walked over to the bed and found Betty just as I’d left her. I slipped beneath the covers, pulling her close and kissing her neck while I hummed against her skin.
She stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as her fingers wove into my hair and traced my scalp. Despite everything, I grew hard, always in need of her.
She gently took hold of my beard, pulling my face to hers for a deep, lingering kiss. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pressing her core against me. She gasped at what she felt there.
“Gray,” she simpered.“Still not satisfied?”
“Never,” I whispered, then chuckled against her lips.
She shook her head.
I pulled back, tucking a strand of her chocolate hair behind her ear.“Though… as much as ravaging you is my number one priority, we have a bit of a situation.”
Her brow knitted together.“Did a pump break in the greenhouse again?”
I really appreciated where her mind was at, focused on our simple everyday problems and not the bigger ones.“No, not a pump.”
A few barks came from Bill on the porch. Betty froze.“Damn it, Gray. Are those wolves?”
I chuckled at her terrified expression.“Not a wolf.”
“Well, what else barks, Gray?” She was not amused, face leaching of color. It was adorable.
“Did you know wolves don’t actually bark?” I said.
She gave me a derisive glare, slapping me playfully before gripping my collar.“Then what is it, Gray?”
I breathed in, elongating the suspense, then breathed out.“It’s Nash.”
Her eyes widened to an impossible size as she slid out from under me. Sitting bolt upright, she clutched the comforter to her chest.“No. You’re joking.”
I shook my head.“I wish I were,” I mumbled.
“Nash? As in... my brother? My actual, human jackass of a brother?”
I nodded.“And a dog named Bill, and a Sybil.”
“Sybil!” she shrieked, a wide grin spreading across her face as she threw back the covers and leaped out of bed.“Sybbie! She’s here?”
She was off again, her spectacular body bouncing with pure joy, completely unaware of the sensual power she held over me. Damn it, why did they have to show up?
“Yes, they found us… somehow.” I glared at her in accusation, while also drinking her in.
She halted.“It wasn’t me!” Her foot stomped the floor, hands and arms attempting to cover herself as my gaze swept down her form.“I never told him where I was.”
“Did you get a phone signal on that cliff?” I asked, my voice tight.
