Tossing her head back, she dramatically groans. “Please, no.”
“Too late, firefly, it’s been decided.”
With a long-suffering sigh, she rounds to the next aisle, grumbling, “I suppose it could be worse.” But she doesn’t turn fast enough to hide her amusement, or the flash of something that looks suspiciously close to joy.
Once we’re full to bursting on the grocery front, we move over to the clothing department. While she flicks through the racks searching for a few basics, I nonchalantly spy over her shoulder to get her sizes and discreetly stuff a few things in the cart when she’s not looking. “You know, you’re weirdly reluctant to let me buy you more than the bare minimum necessary to get by. Until I wear you down, I think I have a solution.”
She doesn’t even look up from where she’s flipping through shirts as she deadpans, “I’m sure you do.”
Raiden’s rubbing off on her already.
I grin like a fool. “Technically,our clothes offer you an extra layer of protection from anyone else that might be sniffing around. So to supplement your lack of wardrobe, you should raid our closets. Best of both worlds.”
Each shifter race has their secrets, but several have huge hard-ons for scent related issues, getting into territorial fights over the faintest whiff of something out of place. Dragons may not struggle with that particular hang up, but I’m starting to understand the desire to cover Amara in our scents, ensuring that anyone that crosses her path will know that if they bother her, they’re signing up for one hell of an ass-kicking. Heck, just seeing her in our clothes does something for me.
It makes her look like mine; ours. And it’s a fan-fucking-tastic look on her.
“We’ll see,” she hums.
Tossing a pair of jeans and a couple of plain shirts into the cart, I also snatch a burner phone on the way to bathroom supplies. While she covers the basics; toothbrush, deodorant, tampons, a hairbrush, and shampoo, I lean an elbow on the cart and contentedly watch her as she silently mouths her way down the checklist, ticking things off with her fingers. I don’t think she even realizes that she hasn’t looked over her shoulder once the entire time we’ve been in the store.
“Pretty sure that’s it,” she announces. “Anything else you need now that you suddenly have three unexpected houseguests? Extra towel or two? Dish soap since you won’t always be eating straight out of the cereal box?”
“Like you’re one to talk. I saw the trash pile on the floor of your car; no wonder it lit up like a box of matches. I’m pretty sure there were enough empty bags of chips to put my room to shame.”
She falls into step beside me as I cruise the aisles, not wanting our trip to come to an end yet. “That doesn’t count. What was I going to do, tell Avery to fuck off and come back with a bag of carrots instead? Beggars can’t be choosers, and I like my eyeballs to remainintheir sockets, thank you very much.”
Chuckling, I scan the wall and promptly frown. “All the necessities, my ass. They sell condoms and lube, but no vibrators?”
She snorts. “I don’t think vibrators count as a necessity.”
“We clearly have different priorities. I know I jack off at least once a day, twice on Sundays. Are you seriously going to pretend that you don’t?”
She narrows her eyes. “Just how closely were you watching me this past month?”
“Notthatclose, but nice to know that I’m right.” She rolls her eyes as I raise my hands in surrender. “I’ve never understood why people pretend women don’t masturbate as much as guys do. Heck, probably even more since we can only come once, is all I’m saying.”
Dropping the subject, we checkout and load up the car. As I’m clicking my seatbelt into place, I notice a bulge in her pocket that definitely wasn’t there when we left. For the life of me, I can’t figure out when she could have stolen something without me noticing, or why.
Catching me looking, she squirms in her seat before withdrawing a mini back massager, the little battery operated kind. “You win; happy?”
It takes me a second before it clicks, and I burst out laughing. “You could have thrown it in the cart, you didn’t have to steal it. I’m definitely on team orgasm, firefly.”
She flips me off, sticking it back in the pocket of her borrowed sweatpants. “Like you wouldn’t have tried to take credit for getting me off if I did.”
“Damn straight. But think of how much fun it would be to see Raiden and Stone finally snap when I told them I was the first to make you come. Patient dragons break spines, but jealous ones break bed frames.”
