handcuffs," he said. "I so want to find out why. But listen, Storm, there's something you
should know"
She came for a wrist, but he pulled it from her reach and
sat up.
"C'mere, Stud Muffin. Snapdragon wants to play."
"Wait," he said. "We need to talk."
"Why for the sake of my sanity would I want to talk
now ?"
"Because if we talk later, after I'm cuffed, 'I won't be
able to keep you from leaving."
"I'm not the wanderer, here, Scruffleupagus, sweetie.
You are. I won't ru n. Though you'll probably wish 'I had"
"Storm, listen."
"I'm listening," she said, cuffing one of his wrists, to his surp ri se.
"Will you cut that— "
His words went th e way of his good sense, he realized, when she made a production, or a seduction, out of climbing over him, hands and breasts everywhere, one breast in his mouth, praise be, for one gloriously long minute, while she played with his erection through his boxers, a rod- raising, erotic exploit that could end their sex life before it began.
He tried to remember what he was supposed to tell her. Why he wanted her to stop when he never wanted her to stop.
"Wanna take this big boy out to play?" she suggested. "Does he have a name, by the way?"
"I never named him, but someone else did."
"Oh, yeah? What'd she call him?"
"It's a stupid name."
"Try me."
"Mr. Majestic."
Storm chuckled. "Was she drunk at the time?”
“I resent that."
"I'll call him Mage for short. It's a good nickname. It means wizard or magick."
"Hold that thought," Aiden said, remembering, unfortunately, what they needed to talk about. Effin' A. "Storm, you might wonder why we've never—"
She raised a quieting hand. "I wasn't ready, either. No explanation necessary."
"Damn it, Cartwright, will you listen to me?"
"No" Snap! On went th e fourth pair of cuffs. Aiden tested their strength and appreciated th e fuzzy fact that they wouldn't scratch his bedposts—small problem compared to the real issue here, but his sanity called for some form of compensation. "Fine, I'm shackled to the bed . ' I can do kinky," he said. "Boy, can I. Let me tell you about th e kinkiest—"
"Save it for when we need it, Ace. Any chance you've changed your mind about us going to look for your crying baby together?"
Her question surprised him. He'd hoped, for the sake of their sex life, that she had a longer attention span than that. "Stop being a nutcase . ' I already said no."
"Your call." She took his tailcoat from the closet an d slipped it on over her merry insanity maker.
"We can talk later," she said leaving th e room, him spread-eagle on the bed, his rod pointed toward heaven .. . awaiting ... a miracle?
The light went on in th e kitchen. Then it went off, and something rumbled. The engine? Nah. She'd killed that.
"Hold on to your shackles," his seductress yelled, and Aiden felt the barely noticeable motion of his motor coach rolling down th e road. "I want to get laid," he shouted. "I've got a boner th e size of
Texas
, here!"
"It'll go down," she shouted back.
"It would if I could reach it!"
"Hey! Don't go turning me on. And stop yelling at me!" she yelled. "My PMS didn't get cured, so I'm cranky. Don't piss me off!"
"What th e hell are you doing? How'd you get my dead engine going?"
"Dragon's blood, you're slow on th e uptake when your man brain's doing the thinking. I'm abducting you, McCloud. I didn't kill your engine. I'm not that strong. I only stopped it."
"What the? Holy— I've got a flying cat in here. Wha'd'ya know, it bounces ... off walls, ceilings. Off me. Hey, your cat just ran over my face! Ouch, my nuts!"
Aiden heard a soft click and looked toward the intercom beside his headboard. "Sorry. I didn't know you had an intercom," Storm said. "He's only a kitten. He can't weigh much. I'll rub your nuts later. Warlock hates to ride; he's motion phobic, according to th e vet. He'll settle down."
"Ouch. Son of a— Do something!"
"I did. I brought his cat carrier, but you gave it to Morgan "
Aiden
should know"
She came for a wrist, but he pulled it from her reach and
sat up.
"C'mere, Stud Muffin. Snapdragon wants to play."
"Wait," he said. "We need to talk."
"Why for the sake of my sanity would I want to talk
now ?"
"Because if we talk later, after I'm cuffed, 'I won't be
able to keep you from leaving."
"I'm not the wanderer, here, Scruffleupagus, sweetie.
You are. I won't ru n. Though you'll probably wish 'I had"
"Storm, listen."
"I'm listening," she said, cuffing one of his wrists, to his surp ri se.
"Will you cut that— "
His words went th e way of his good sense, he realized, when she made a production, or a seduction, out of climbing over him, hands and breasts everywhere, one breast in his mouth, praise be, for one gloriously long minute, while she played with his erection through his boxers, a rod- raising, erotic exploit that could end their sex life before it began.
He tried to remember what he was supposed to tell her. Why he wanted her to stop when he never wanted her to stop.
"Wanna take this big boy out to play?" she suggested. "Does he have a name, by the way?"
"I never named him, but someone else did."
"Oh, yeah? What'd she call him?"
"It's a stupid name."
"Try me."
"Mr. Majestic."
Storm chuckled. "Was she drunk at the time?”
“I resent that."
"I'll call him Mage for short. It's a good nickname. It means wizard or magick."
"Hold that thought," Aiden said, remembering, unfortunately, what they needed to talk about. Effin' A. "Storm, you might wonder why we've never—"
She raised a quieting hand. "I wasn't ready, either. No explanation necessary."
"Damn it, Cartwright, will you listen to me?"
"No" Snap! On went th e fourth pair of cuffs. Aiden tested their strength and appreciated th e fuzzy fact that they wouldn't scratch his bedposts—small problem compared to the real issue here, but his sanity called for some form of compensation. "Fine, I'm shackled to the bed . ' I can do kinky," he said. "Boy, can I. Let me tell you about th e kinkiest—"
"Save it for when we need it, Ace. Any chance you've changed your mind about us going to look for your crying baby together?"
Her question surprised him. He'd hoped, for the sake of their sex life, that she had a longer attention span than that. "Stop being a nutcase . ' I already said no."
"Your call." She took his tailcoat from the closet an d slipped it on over her merry insanity maker.
"We can talk later," she said leaving th e room, him spread-eagle on the bed, his rod pointed toward heaven .. . awaiting ... a miracle?
The light went on in th e kitchen. Then it went off, and something rumbled. The engine? Nah. She'd killed that.
"Hold on to your shackles," his seductress yelled, and Aiden felt the barely noticeable motion of his motor coach rolling down th e road. "I want to get laid," he shouted. "I've got a boner th e size of
Texas
, here!"
"It'll go down," she shouted back.
"It would if I could reach it!"
"Hey! Don't go turning me on. And stop yelling at me!" she yelled. "My PMS didn't get cured, so I'm cranky. Don't piss me off!"
"What th e hell are you doing? How'd you get my dead engine going?"
"Dragon's blood, you're slow on th e uptake when your man brain's doing the thinking. I'm abducting you, McCloud. I didn't kill your engine. I'm not that strong. I only stopped it."
"What the? Holy— I've got a flying cat in here. Wha'd'ya know, it bounces ... off walls, ceilings. Off me. Hey, your cat just ran over my face! Ouch, my nuts!"
Aiden heard a soft click and looked toward the intercom beside his headboard. "Sorry. I didn't know you had an intercom," Storm said. "He's only a kitten. He can't weigh much. I'll rub your nuts later. Warlock hates to ride; he's motion phobic, according to th e vet. He'll settle down."
"Ouch. Son of a— Do something!"
"I did. I brought his cat carrier, but you gave it to Morgan "
Aiden
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