pants."
"Ohhhhh. You're such a… cow patty! I swear."
The MC broke in announcing Meat. His music started a second later.
"Be here when I'm done."
I frowned at him, my irritation level still high. "So you can torment me some more?"
Leaning in, he sealed his lips over mine. The kiss didn't last more than a couple of seconds, but long enough for my knees to weaken and my heart to pitter patter. Shy parts sat up and begged for more. With a wicked grin, he hurried out of the room, black leathers sculpting his delicious rear with each departure step. Oh my.
Plopping down on the beaten up old wooden single chair in the room, I tapped my toes, pondering my next option. I did drive in to watch Meat dance. Granted, he would be performing again later in the evening, too.
A soft knock jarred my attention.
"Is it safe to come in?" Ducian cracked the door open and peeked inside.
"Sure. Come on in."
He stepped forward, clad only in his black Speedo, carrying a wad of clothing. "Did the puddy cat get all huffy?"
I rolled my eyes.
He smiled at me, dumping the used clothing into a pile. Digging in the closet, he pulled out jeans and a t-shirt. A handful of money appeared only to be shoved into a wallet.
"Aren't you going to take the thong off too?" After all, who would want to wear it all night after having all that germy infested money stuffed inside?
His lips tilted up. "Can't wait to see me naked?"
Now that he mentioned it… "Umm… well…"
He reached over to tap me on the nose. "Yeah, it's coming off. You wanna watch?" Those eyes flashed as he grinned wickedly.
"Well…" Sure, I wanted to see. Possibly. Maybe. But to admit such a thing might ruin my innocent image. Decisions, decisions.
I settled for slapping my hands over my eyes. "Okay. I'm ready."
He laughed, but I heard the slide of material over skin. "So what happened with you and the overgrown lap kitty?"
I tried to peek between my fingers but discovered he was as quick to put on clothing as to remove them. Dropping my hands, I peered down as I recalled the event. "Let's see. He said as his girlfriend, I shouldn't be in other men's pants. I stomped his toe and called him a cow patty. Hmmm. Yeah, I believe those are the highlights."
Ducian spun around, jeans in place, shirt just over his head as he tugged it down over those well defined muscles. His mouth gaped open. "You called him a pile of shit?"
Blinking, I shook my head. "Nope. I called him a cow patty."
He chuckled. "Bet he's never been called that before."
I snorted, fingering the shoulder strap of my purse. A moment later, Ducian cupped my chin with his fingers as he squatted in front of me. I met his gaze steadily.
He pressed a gentle kiss against my forehead, but didn't release me. "You do know jealousy when you see it, don't you?"
"Jealous? Of me sewing on a button?"
Ducian smiled. "He's an alpha male. They are famous for jealousy driven rampages and overprotection to the nth degree. Not to mention irrational."
I lowered my eyes, digesting the information.
"What do you think all that marking was about?"
I shrugged. "He's a possessive cow patty?"
This time he threw his head back and laughed heartily. "You may be right on that." Standing, he grabbed my hand, pulling me up. "But I can say this. You should have seen his face. It spoke volumes."
"What did it say?" I quietly asked.
The door opened, with a next to naked Meat striding in. He glowered at Ducian, then down to me, before slapping the money on the nearby table.
"What are you doing here?" he grumbled at the vampire.
Ducian grinned. "Getting dressed. Or did you forget this is a dressing room?"
That comment earned him a low growl. "Smart ass."
"Yep, that's me." Ducian smartly saluted the shifter, flashed his fangs, then headed toward the door. He paused to glance back at me. "Call if you need me, Princess."
I shot him a soft smile and mouthed 'thank you'.
The door clicked shut, leaving me standing in front of one randy tomcat by
"Ohhhhh. You're such a… cow patty! I swear."
The MC broke in announcing Meat. His music started a second later.
"Be here when I'm done."
I frowned at him, my irritation level still high. "So you can torment me some more?"
Leaning in, he sealed his lips over mine. The kiss didn't last more than a couple of seconds, but long enough for my knees to weaken and my heart to pitter patter. Shy parts sat up and begged for more. With a wicked grin, he hurried out of the room, black leathers sculpting his delicious rear with each departure step. Oh my.
Plopping down on the beaten up old wooden single chair in the room, I tapped my toes, pondering my next option. I did drive in to watch Meat dance. Granted, he would be performing again later in the evening, too.
A soft knock jarred my attention.
"Is it safe to come in?" Ducian cracked the door open and peeked inside.
"Sure. Come on in."
He stepped forward, clad only in his black Speedo, carrying a wad of clothing. "Did the puddy cat get all huffy?"
I rolled my eyes.
He smiled at me, dumping the used clothing into a pile. Digging in the closet, he pulled out jeans and a t-shirt. A handful of money appeared only to be shoved into a wallet.
"Aren't you going to take the thong off too?" After all, who would want to wear it all night after having all that germy infested money stuffed inside?
His lips tilted up. "Can't wait to see me naked?"
Now that he mentioned it… "Umm… well…"
He reached over to tap me on the nose. "Yeah, it's coming off. You wanna watch?" Those eyes flashed as he grinned wickedly.
"Well…" Sure, I wanted to see. Possibly. Maybe. But to admit such a thing might ruin my innocent image. Decisions, decisions.
I settled for slapping my hands over my eyes. "Okay. I'm ready."
He laughed, but I heard the slide of material over skin. "So what happened with you and the overgrown lap kitty?"
I tried to peek between my fingers but discovered he was as quick to put on clothing as to remove them. Dropping my hands, I peered down as I recalled the event. "Let's see. He said as his girlfriend, I shouldn't be in other men's pants. I stomped his toe and called him a cow patty. Hmmm. Yeah, I believe those are the highlights."
Ducian spun around, jeans in place, shirt just over his head as he tugged it down over those well defined muscles. His mouth gaped open. "You called him a pile of shit?"
Blinking, I shook my head. "Nope. I called him a cow patty."
He chuckled. "Bet he's never been called that before."
I snorted, fingering the shoulder strap of my purse. A moment later, Ducian cupped my chin with his fingers as he squatted in front of me. I met his gaze steadily.
He pressed a gentle kiss against my forehead, but didn't release me. "You do know jealousy when you see it, don't you?"
"Jealous? Of me sewing on a button?"
Ducian smiled. "He's an alpha male. They are famous for jealousy driven rampages and overprotection to the nth degree. Not to mention irrational."
I lowered my eyes, digesting the information.
"What do you think all that marking was about?"
I shrugged. "He's a possessive cow patty?"
This time he threw his head back and laughed heartily. "You may be right on that." Standing, he grabbed my hand, pulling me up. "But I can say this. You should have seen his face. It spoke volumes."
"What did it say?" I quietly asked.
The door opened, with a next to naked Meat striding in. He glowered at Ducian, then down to me, before slapping the money on the nearby table.
"What are you doing here?" he grumbled at the vampire.
Ducian grinned. "Getting dressed. Or did you forget this is a dressing room?"
That comment earned him a low growl. "Smart ass."
"Yep, that's me." Ducian smartly saluted the shifter, flashed his fangs, then headed toward the door. He paused to glance back at me. "Call if you need me, Princess."
I shot him a soft smile and mouthed 'thank you'.
The door clicked shut, leaving me standing in front of one randy tomcat by
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