A warm, syrupy feeling wells up in my gut. I swallow down the emotion and smile.
“Thanks a bunch,” I say.
Bastian cracks an eye and looks at me scrupulously as he grunts.
Flashes of him fisting his cock while he leans over me fill my mind. The sounds he made as he spilled himself all over me…
Clatters of a dozen kibble hitting the floor draw me back to reality. I look down at the scoop I’d carelessly tilted in my daydream, then dump the rest back in his air-tight bucket. I pick up the pieces with a nervous chortle as Bastian watches, a flicker of amusement on his lips.
I run to my bag for fresh clothes and grumble at the sight. My least favorite outfit of the bunch is all that’s left. I waited too long to do laundry. I open my phone and check on the progress of my cross-country bulk shipment.
Everyone’s shit gets rammed into one shipping container that drives all over the place to drop things off. Super cost effective, and I figured with how much work the place would need, it would be a good thing to be without my stuff for a while. But now I’m really wishing I had some more clothing.
“The dust mites have been fully banished from the shop,” Bastian says as I gather up my clothes. “I could lend my assistance with construction?”
That saccharine warmth overflows into my chest. “Yeah, that would be great.”
He nods, closing his eyes again. There’s a little smile on his lips. This one isn’t salacious, or rude, but grateful. Like the joy of being accepted.
My phone buzzes in my hand and I flip the screen.
Renee: Five minutes seems a little fast ;) you should take…
The message cuts off and I scoff. Freakin’ Renee, thinking we’re intimate or something. The moment Bastian came flashes in my mind’s eye. His opened mouth gasp, the pinch of his brow, the flex of his bicep, his dick gripped tight in his hand.
I growl and run into the bathroom, slamming the door. I power-wash in the shower, pits and slits only—and no I don’t spend any extra time rubbing anyplace in particular—then get dressed in a hurry. I don’t want Renee to think anything is going on, because itisn’t.
I fly out of the bathroom and toss my sleep clothes in the dirty bag on my way to the door.
“Coming, coming, coming,” I murmur as I run down the stairs, as if Renee can hear me. Then I rethink my murmurings, chastising myself because if shehadheard me, she would definitely be making a joke.
I unlock the back door and throw it open with as pleasant as an expression I can muster for being so late, and tired. Renee and Dreware unloading the back of their truck, and she stops to run up to the door.
“Hey hey, sorry forinterrupting,” she says, waggling her eyebrows.
“I was just sleeping,” I say, letting her give me a brief hug.
“Sleeping in because you were so worn-out from last night, right?” she asks.
My brain stutters as I remember what happened last night, and I hesitate before I squeeze out a, “No! I mean yes—”
Her eyes go wide and she grins at me open-mouthed.
“We were doing spells!”
She grabs my arm and tugs me into the shop. “What happened!”
“Nothing…” I say, and I know it’s even less convincing than my last refusal.
She only stares at me, waiting and expectant.
I close my eyes and heave a huge sigh.
“Yesss,” she squeals. “Tellmetellmetellme.”
“It was really not much at all…” I start, my body getting hot at just the memory of what little there was. “He caught me masturbating,” I whisper.
“And?”
