Page 22 of Titan’s Mate

Remy: She has no clothes?

Colt: And you think this is a bad thing?

Brandon: (facepalm emoji) Did you invite a stripper for Thanksgiving dinner? You did, didn’t you?

Remy: It’s better than turkey with Brock followed by drunken sex with Mr. Hand

Callie: Is Brock even there?

Kitty: Does Brock have a stripper too? Asking for a panther friend

Jaeda: You guys stop being assholes, he has a DATE!

Callie: Pictures! We want pictures!

Brock banged in from the back porch. “What the hell just happened on the group message?”

Titan sighed. “I only asked Jaeda if Mari could borrow one of her sweaters. She wanted to dress up. And now they think I’m having either a stripper or a date, and they want pictures.”

“Are you going to send one?” Mari asked. He couldn’t tell how she felt about that. It didn’t matter, really, because he wasn’t sending a real one.

“Yes. They won’t leave me alone if I don’t.” Titan opened the browser on his phone, found a picture and sent it. Brock, looking at his own phone, cracked up.

Mari pulled Titan’s phone over to her. Her hand made the skin on his arm tingle. “What did you send?”

Trying to ignore the little shivers emanating from where she was touching him, he showed her the message. It was some ancient black and white photo of a toothless backwoods woman dressed in buckskins and toting a rifle, hair in two braids that stuck out on either side of her head.

Mari started to giggle as the disgruntled messages poured in, all along the lines of very funny and real picture, dude.

“Should have sent them a porno,” Brock said.

Titan felt himself flushing. “I can’t tell them Mari is a porno queen!” His bear growled agreement.

He looked at her to see if she was offended, and saw the glint of mischief in her eyes. “Dooo iiiit,” she murmured, standing on tiptoe to try to talk in his ear like a little devil on his shoulder. She couldn’t reach high enough, so she climbed up on a chair, leaning in. “Dooo iiiiit…”

“You seriously want me to embarrass you like that?”

“I’m not embarrassed.” She already had her own phone out, leaning on his shoulder as she searched the internet for pictures. Swipe, swipe, swipe, yikes, swipe, holy hell. She turned the phone sideways, then turned it back upright. “People can really do that?” she murmured.

Titan didn’t think so, but it seemed they were doing it. “Maybe it’s a circus porno? And they’re contortionists?”

Shaking her head, Mari swiped through a few more photos. “This one!” she said. “I’ll send it to you so you can send it to them. Give me your phone.”

She tapped their phones, sharing it with an instant transfer. Brock, watching them, said, “Do I even want to see that?”

“It will come up in the feed.” Titan couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he sent the picture.

In seconds, both his and Brock’s phones made the little bubble-popping sound that meant there was a new message. And it kept going. Pop. Pop. Pop.

Brock took one look at the photo and facepalmed.

It was a blond woman with two perky schoolgirl ponytails, naked of course, lying on her stomach on a pink fur rug, feet kicked up, rounded butt in the air.

Her top half was propped up on her elbows, her unnaturally enormous boobs arranged nipples-out like headlights. She was licking a dick-shaped lollipop.

Titan shook his head. She was sexy and all, he guessed, but not nearly as pretty—even naked—as Mari was in what she had on right now.

The girls were sending back crying with laughter emojis and stickers of cartoon puppies rolling around, pounding on the floor laughing.