Page 38 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs
As evening rolls around, I double-check my preparations for my date with Cath. I’ve stuck an extra set of clothing, snacks, and a bottle of wine in a small sling bag.
I’m ready. She mentioned earlier that we were doing too much dating, but I can’t find it in me to stop. I thought I could be her dirty little secret for a few weeks—shit, the idea of that is appealing—but I find myself wanting to spend a lot more time with her than that.
Excitement moves me out of my room, heading downstairs to find Catherine. I comm’d her earlier and asked her to meet me in the front room.
Still, nothing prepared me for seeing her in a short leather miniskirt and white tee. The shirt highlights her heavy, large breasts and the roundness of her waist and hips. I halt at the bottom of the stairs, my mouth dry as I drop my eyes to theblack stilettos on her impossibly adorable feet. Her nails are painted red, my favorite color.
She did that for me. Her favorite color is pale pink.
“Love the red,” I murmur, bringing my focus back to her face.
Her smile lights up the entire room, and I’d swear I can almost see glittery stars dancing around us.
Dating someone you’ve dated before is a wholly different experience from what I’m used to.
No, not dating. Hooking up. Because I promised her there were no strings attached, and I’d do well to remember that.
But Iknowher already. There’ll be none of those awkward first-date silences. None of the having a good time, only to discover the person’s life priorities don’t match yours. None of the worry that she’s only with me for the paparazzi photos and glamorous evenings out.
“I’m excited for our date, Nor,” she says in a bubbly tone, smiling up at me. She crosses the small space between us and slides a hand to the middle of my chest, rubbing soft circles. “I had a couple ideas if you’re looking for something spec?—”
“Stop that,” I say with a laugh, pulling her closer. With one hand, I sling the bag over my shoulder and tip her chin up. “I made a plan for this date. This is all about having fun with you. You don’t need to plan a thing, Cath.”
The familiar pink blush crawls along her cheeks and down her neck. “Is that so?”
I lift my chin and stare at her. “It’s so. You ready?”
She nods, so I grab her hand in mine and guide us toward the door. When Annabelle swings the double doors wide, I thank her. The little inn’s so friendly and hospitable. I’mthoroughlyenjoying my time staying with her. I rub a spot outside the front door as we leave.
“Bye, sweet girl. We’ll be back in a few hours, alright?”
Annabelle wiggles her shutters at me, reminding me I promised to get those sanded and painted.
“Tomorrow,” I promise her, pointing at the sandpaper and fresh gallon of white trim paint. “I’m all yours tomorrow, Sweetheart.”
Annabelle rolls the sandpaper toward me but I shake my head with a laugh.
Grabbing it, I set it on top of the nearest shutter and pat it lovingly. “Tomorrow, I swear.”
Cath is quiet as we descend the stairs and head up Sycamore toward the skyball stadium.
She laughs. “Are we going to your office?”
My nostrils flare, and I chuckle. “Not my plan, but the idea of doing things to you in my office is very appealing.” I wink down at her. “Some other night.” Glancing farther down at her pretty red toes reminds me I should let her in on a little bit of tonight’s plan.
“We’re going for a ride,” I say. “I just don’t wanna get naked in front of Annabelle for all of Ever to see.”
Catherine grips my hand tighter. “That sounds absolutely fabulous, Manorin.”
I can’t resist a dig, though, and I tug her hand to pull her focus up to me. “Did that centaur ever take you for a ride, Cath?”
Her throaty laughter tells me everything I need to know.
Halting, I pull her to my chest and bend down enough to bring my muzzle to her ear. “Tell me, Cath. Did he ever put you up on that big, broad back so he could feel your pussy on his fur?”
She growls softly.
“That’s what I thought.” I nip at the skin just beneath her ear. “You’re gonna ride me, woman, and I want to feel every naked inch of you.”
