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are you thinking?” he asked.
“I’m thinking that I am forced to conclude it would be prudent to ignore Nessa’s role in your sexual education, and allow you to be entirely smug about your sexual prowess.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “My
prowess
. Mmm. That has a nice ring to it.”
“A great deal of prowess,” Jay informed him, simply for the pleasure of watching him smile. She loved it when he smiled.
She loved it when he did other things, too.
Hoping he’d get the hint, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, inviting his kiss.
His gazed focused on her mouth, and he did kiss her, softly and sweetly, and then not so sweetly at all. Jay pressed close and wrapped herself around him, delighting in his groan, loving that she could affect him this way… and wishing that time would stand still so she could savor this moment. Unfortunately, wishes were generally useless and never came to fruition. Like now. Because her auditory receptors informed her that Tyler’s sister had learned of her arrival, and was now bounding up the stairs.
The door handle rattled and Caro hissed, “Tell my brother to quit doing whatever he’s doing to you behind that locked door—which is totally, like, ewwww to even think about, by the way.”
“Shit.” Tyler leaped from the bed and grabbed for his clothes.
“Her timing is appalling,” Jay murmured.
“I’ll say.”
Jay climbed from the bed, peripherally aware the first item of “clothing” Tyler donned was the wristwatch she’d presented to him when he’d completed his first semester of college. He only removed the watch to bathe. Or, as recent events had proven, during periods of intimacy—he’d been concerned about the strap scraping her skin as he’d explored her body. Pleasure coursed through her at this evidence of how he valued her gift.
“Get your butt out here, Jay!” Caro’s hiss was louder this time. “And you, too, Tyler! And where’s that puppy? He’d better not be in there with you, coz if he’s been watching you two getting it on he’ll be scarred for life, and no way am I paying for a puppy psychologist!”
Of course, the pup chose that moment to wake and attempt to clamber from the drawer.
Jay rushed to save him from a fall. And just as she reached the pup and lifted him from the nest of t-shirts, he peed all over both her
and
the contents of the drawer.
“Ah, Tyler?”
He zipped the fly of his jeans and glanced up. “What’s wr—? Ah, crap.”
“It wasn’t crap, it was urine,” Jay retorted. “And a considerable amount of it for such a diminutive creature. You’ll need to launder all the clothes in your top drawer.”
“What’s going on in there?” Caro rattled the door handle again.
“Go away!” Tyler’s shout was muffled as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. “We’ll be down in a minute.”
Jay strode to the door, unlocked it, and opened it enough to thrust the pup at Tyler’s sister. “Please take him outside and introduce him to a convenient bush. Now.”
Caro wrinkled her nose and gingerly took possession of the pup. “Oh dear. Did he—?” Her eyes rounded, and she bit her lips against a grin as she registered Jay’s lack of clothing. “Wow. Um, take as long as you need, okay. And feel free to borrow a change of clothes.”
“Thank you.” Jay shut the door against Caro’s laughter, and considered what might have been meant by that muttered, “About freaking time!” that she had clearly heard amid more squeals of mirth.
She replayed Caro’s reaction but without more data, attempting to ascertain whether Caro’s “Wow” had referred to Jay’s state of undress, the fact that the pup’s bladder had contained so much urine, or what Caro believed Jay and Tyler had gotten up to, was futile. Besides, knowing Caro as Jay did, working through the many possible implications of that muttered “About freaking time!” would likely have given Jay a headache had she been human.
She
“I’m thinking that I am forced to conclude it would be prudent to ignore Nessa’s role in your sexual education, and allow you to be entirely smug about your sexual prowess.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “My
prowess
. Mmm. That has a nice ring to it.”
“A great deal of prowess,” Jay informed him, simply for the pleasure of watching him smile. She loved it when he smiled.
She loved it when he did other things, too.
Hoping he’d get the hint, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, inviting his kiss.
His gazed focused on her mouth, and he did kiss her, softly and sweetly, and then not so sweetly at all. Jay pressed close and wrapped herself around him, delighting in his groan, loving that she could affect him this way… and wishing that time would stand still so she could savor this moment. Unfortunately, wishes were generally useless and never came to fruition. Like now. Because her auditory receptors informed her that Tyler’s sister had learned of her arrival, and was now bounding up the stairs.
The door handle rattled and Caro hissed, “Tell my brother to quit doing whatever he’s doing to you behind that locked door—which is totally, like, ewwww to even think about, by the way.”
“Shit.” Tyler leaped from the bed and grabbed for his clothes.
“Her timing is appalling,” Jay murmured.
“I’ll say.”
Jay climbed from the bed, peripherally aware the first item of “clothing” Tyler donned was the wristwatch she’d presented to him when he’d completed his first semester of college. He only removed the watch to bathe. Or, as recent events had proven, during periods of intimacy—he’d been concerned about the strap scraping her skin as he’d explored her body. Pleasure coursed through her at this evidence of how he valued her gift.
“Get your butt out here, Jay!” Caro’s hiss was louder this time. “And you, too, Tyler! And where’s that puppy? He’d better not be in there with you, coz if he’s been watching you two getting it on he’ll be scarred for life, and no way am I paying for a puppy psychologist!”
Of course, the pup chose that moment to wake and attempt to clamber from the drawer.
Jay rushed to save him from a fall. And just as she reached the pup and lifted him from the nest of t-shirts, he peed all over both her
and
the contents of the drawer.
“Ah, Tyler?”
He zipped the fly of his jeans and glanced up. “What’s wr—? Ah, crap.”
“It wasn’t crap, it was urine,” Jay retorted. “And a considerable amount of it for such a diminutive creature. You’ll need to launder all the clothes in your top drawer.”
“What’s going on in there?” Caro rattled the door handle again.
“Go away!” Tyler’s shout was muffled as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. “We’ll be down in a minute.”
Jay strode to the door, unlocked it, and opened it enough to thrust the pup at Tyler’s sister. “Please take him outside and introduce him to a convenient bush. Now.”
Caro wrinkled her nose and gingerly took possession of the pup. “Oh dear. Did he—?” Her eyes rounded, and she bit her lips against a grin as she registered Jay’s lack of clothing. “Wow. Um, take as long as you need, okay. And feel free to borrow a change of clothes.”
“Thank you.” Jay shut the door against Caro’s laughter, and considered what might have been meant by that muttered, “About freaking time!” that she had clearly heard amid more squeals of mirth.
She replayed Caro’s reaction but without more data, attempting to ascertain whether Caro’s “Wow” had referred to Jay’s state of undress, the fact that the pup’s bladder had contained so much urine, or what Caro believed Jay and Tyler had gotten up to, was futile. Besides, knowing Caro as Jay did, working through the many possible implications of that muttered “About freaking time!” would likely have given Jay a headache had she been human.
She
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