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Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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bolts of desire shoot through her body.
“You two are going to have quite the night tonight, I can tell,” a young female coyote shifter named Tricia said to her.
“They sure are,” her husband Devon said. “Smell those pheromones!”
“Um…uh….” Virginia muttered, and kicked Carver under the table. Hard.
“Oh, we’re embarrassing you. I’m sorry. Devon and I are still in that ‘doing it all day long every day’ phase, and I can tell you are too. Isn’t it wonderful?” Tricia leaned over and passionately kissed her husband.
Then she giggled and looked back at Virginia. “Did you hear about that other couple? All locked up in their cabin, and they told the management that they weren’t planning on leaving their room the whole time they’re here. They just want their meals left on their doorstep three times a day. Now, that’s a honeymoon!”
After dinner, the owners of the lodge, Clifford and Delores, insisted they all go into the lounge area. It was a huge room with a cathedral ceiling, massive picture windows, and flagstone flooring. Plump leather sofas and love seats were grouped in a big half circle facing another fireplace.
Then they all had to play “How well do you know your spouse?” games, with fill-in-the-blank questions like, “Something my spouse doesn’t know about me is…” The host would read the question, then each spouse would write down their answer on a card and see if their answers matched.
Ha, Virginia thought. If she answered that one honestly, she couldn’t even imagine his reaction.
Something my spouse doesn’t know about me is…my life is nowhere near as safe and predictable as everyone thinks it is. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Instead she gave a nice, safe answer. I’m petrified of thunderstorms, she wrote on her card. Oddly enough, Carver got that one right. How had he known that?
She was mortified by the end of the game when she’d gotten more than half the questions wrong. She didn’t know what his favorite color was, or his favorite dish, or his favorite movie. And Carver had somehow kept getting all the questions right.
She’d scored the absolute lowest on the game. She shouldn’t have cared, but it made her look like a woman who couldn’t care less about knowing what her husband liked or wanted. Argh, everyone must be pitying Carver right now, she thought, mortified.
Carver jumped in gallantly. “I’ll be honest here, folks,” he announced, “We didn’t date that long before we realized we were so in love that we had to get married right away. But we’ve got the rest of our lives to learn everything about each other.” This brought forth a chorus of awwwwws from all the couples there.
Then he leaned forward, cupped her chin in his hand, and kissed her. She had no choice but to go along. Her lips parted and he kissed her hungrily, his tongue swirling around hers. He tasted of the port he’d been drinking, and he smelled of sex and his bergamot-scented cologne.
Carver pulled away first, and she sat there with her eyes closed for a second before she leaned back in her seat, flushing.
They were sitting across from an older couple on their second honeymoon – a pair of silver-haired wolf shifters. The man had his hand on his wife’s thigh. They were gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes.
Carver nodded at the older couple. He leaned in close and breathed in her ear, “Look, honey, that will be us in twenty years.”
Virginia shot him a look of derision. She leaned in close to him in return, looking as if she were whispering sweet nothings in his ear. “In your dreams,” she murmured.
His hand settled on her thigh, and she jumped.
“You’ll eat those words someday.” His voice was low and he smiled at her, a lazy, knowing smile that sent a rush of moisture between her legs.
“I think we’ll go back to our room now,”
“You two are going to have quite the night tonight, I can tell,” a young female coyote shifter named Tricia said to her.
“They sure are,” her husband Devon said. “Smell those pheromones!”
“Um…uh….” Virginia muttered, and kicked Carver under the table. Hard.
“Oh, we’re embarrassing you. I’m sorry. Devon and I are still in that ‘doing it all day long every day’ phase, and I can tell you are too. Isn’t it wonderful?” Tricia leaned over and passionately kissed her husband.
Then she giggled and looked back at Virginia. “Did you hear about that other couple? All locked up in their cabin, and they told the management that they weren’t planning on leaving their room the whole time they’re here. They just want their meals left on their doorstep three times a day. Now, that’s a honeymoon!”
After dinner, the owners of the lodge, Clifford and Delores, insisted they all go into the lounge area. It was a huge room with a cathedral ceiling, massive picture windows, and flagstone flooring. Plump leather sofas and love seats were grouped in a big half circle facing another fireplace.
Then they all had to play “How well do you know your spouse?” games, with fill-in-the-blank questions like, “Something my spouse doesn’t know about me is…” The host would read the question, then each spouse would write down their answer on a card and see if their answers matched.
Ha, Virginia thought. If she answered that one honestly, she couldn’t even imagine his reaction.
Something my spouse doesn’t know about me is…my life is nowhere near as safe and predictable as everyone thinks it is. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Instead she gave a nice, safe answer. I’m petrified of thunderstorms, she wrote on her card. Oddly enough, Carver got that one right. How had he known that?
She was mortified by the end of the game when she’d gotten more than half the questions wrong. She didn’t know what his favorite color was, or his favorite dish, or his favorite movie. And Carver had somehow kept getting all the questions right.
She’d scored the absolute lowest on the game. She shouldn’t have cared, but it made her look like a woman who couldn’t care less about knowing what her husband liked or wanted. Argh, everyone must be pitying Carver right now, she thought, mortified.
Carver jumped in gallantly. “I’ll be honest here, folks,” he announced, “We didn’t date that long before we realized we were so in love that we had to get married right away. But we’ve got the rest of our lives to learn everything about each other.” This brought forth a chorus of awwwwws from all the couples there.
Then he leaned forward, cupped her chin in his hand, and kissed her. She had no choice but to go along. Her lips parted and he kissed her hungrily, his tongue swirling around hers. He tasted of the port he’d been drinking, and he smelled of sex and his bergamot-scented cologne.
Carver pulled away first, and she sat there with her eyes closed for a second before she leaned back in her seat, flushing.
They were sitting across from an older couple on their second honeymoon – a pair of silver-haired wolf shifters. The man had his hand on his wife’s thigh. They were gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes.
Carver nodded at the older couple. He leaned in close and breathed in her ear, “Look, honey, that will be us in twenty years.”
Virginia shot him a look of derision. She leaned in close to him in return, looking as if she were whispering sweet nothings in his ear. “In your dreams,” she murmured.
His hand settled on her thigh, and she jumped.
“You’ll eat those words someday.” His voice was low and he smiled at her, a lazy, knowing smile that sent a rush of moisture between her legs.
“I think we’ll go back to our room now,”
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