Page 43 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

“It’s not skin, right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Oh, okay.” She ran the feathers over the palm of her hand.

“It’s jungle cock.”

She flung the lure. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I know it’s special to you. It’s your dad’s cock.”

It landed on his lap, and he burst out laughing.

“I mean, it’s not your dad’s actual cock.” Flustered, her eyes went wide. “Oh, my God. Whose cock is it?”

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“Why dothey use cocks to lure fish?” Hellcat looked horrified. “Surely, there’s a better way. I mean, are there animals out there walking around without penises just so people can fish?”

“Stop.” He couldn’t catch his breath. “Man, you like saying that word.”

“Excuse me. You made me touch acock.”

That sent him laughing even harder. “It’s the feathers from a gray jungle fowl called a jungle cock. But you can’t use real ones anymore, so this is all synthetic.”

“Well, why didn’t you say that?” Color stained her cheeks. “So, I didn’t touch actual starling skin?”

“No, that was actual skin. But the cock is just feathers.”

“Now who likes saying cock?” She pulled back. “Okay, I’m bowing out of this project. You can fondle the cocks and skin.”

“That’s fair.” He closed the box and followed her out. “How about I hang these on the tree while you shower? The water should be warm by now.”

“I would love that.” That crease formed between her brows. “But will there be enough for two of us to shower? I have to wash my hair and shave and everything.”

“Probably not.”

“Oh, well.” She flounced away from him. “I guess we’ll just have to shower together.”

And that was his tipping point. He’d fought hard not to let her scent give him wood. He’d overcome his lust when she’d fanned the feathers over her palm—even when he’d imagined her doing the same thing to his actual cock.

But with a comment like that, and the visual it delivered, his dick went hard.

Because he could picture it—the water raining down on her skin, her nipples beaded, her hair streaming down her back. He could imagine lathering up her body, learning its curves, holding the weight of her breasts in his hands.

And squeezing their plump fullness.

“You should see your face right now.” She laughed from the doorway. “I can only joke about it because you made it clear I’m not your type.”

“I don’t remember saying anything like that, but trust me, if I did, it was to help you fall asleep.”

“Oh.” Her features shifted from surprise to awareness…to something unconsciously sultry.

She was imagining it, too. And that sent a wave of desire coursing through him. Was she picturing sucking him into her mouth, his hands at the back of her head? Or him on his knees, gripping her ass as he licked her into an orgasm that curled her toes?

Fuck yeah, he wanted to taste her. Wanted to feel her hips squirm and hear her cries.

But nothing like that would ever happen between them. “Hellcat, it was dark, remember? I couldn’t see a thing.”

“That’s a good point. Okay, I’ll just go shower.” She turned to go but glanced at him over her shoulder. “So, youareattracted to me?”

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