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It’s all the invitation I need, so I lean forward and suck nearly her whole breast into my mouth, pulling hard as shewhines and grips my left horn. Cath rolls her hips in time with me, and it’s just moments before she comes again, thrusting fast and hard as orgasm builds in my sack.
When her orgasm stretches long, I can’t hold back and I follow her into bliss. My roars of triumph echo off the ceiling beams as I take my woman a half dozen more times.
Even that won’t fully sate her, not when her near depthless power needs so very much from me.
And that’s just fine because there won’t ever be a day when I’m not ready to fulfill every fucking need my Sunshine has.
Night stretches long as I hold Cath in my arms, stroking her naked back. To our left, a wall of windows lets faint moonlight in. Annabelle opens the center window with a soft, sad sigh. Somehow, despite not having the same obvious connection to her that Catherine does…I sense what she needs. My other girl needs attention that I’ve been promising.
Carefully, I tuck Catherine into the sheets, guiding her leg over a long body pillow I’ve noticed she uses. Gray waves are splayed over the pillow. Annabelle shuffles the blanket up and over Catherine, shimmying it until it’s covering up to her chin. My woman looks so peaceful like this.
“I’m all yours, sweet girl,” I quietly call to the windows as I grab jeans and slide them up my body. It’s late and I’m gonna get dirty, so I opt to forego a shirt of any sort. Padding downstairs, I head toward the front door and out onto the porch. The shutters shimmy from their spots propped against Annabelle’s white railing.
One of the porch boards pops up and rolls the closed can of paint toward my foot.
I laugh. Annabelle’s insistent even when I’ve already made it clear I’m coming to help.
For the next few hours, I talk about Pine Gulch and my family, telling Annabelle little stories as I paint every shutter a brilliant white. Ever’s quiet this late…not a single passerby in the street. It’s a good thing, because this time with Annabelle is something I’ll cherish.
As I brush a stroke onto the final shutter, Annabelle waves her front doors open wide, a soft rustling sound emitting from inside the building. I close the paint up and grab the brush, returning inside. A light flickers from the kitchen hallway, so I follow it to find the kitty cat timer propped up on the kitchen sink handle. It meows and hops up and down.
Annabelle might not have command of English, but she’s communicative all the same. I turn the water on and wash the brush until it’s free of paint, then sit it beside the kitchen to dry. The timer hops onto my forearm and rolls up toward my ear, nestling herself beneath it like she seems to enjoy.
I’d love to go snuggle Catherine, but I’m wide awake now. And somehow, a trip to the gym doesn’t feel quite right. So instead, I make a steaming pot of coffee as the timer snores softly beneath my ear. Heading for the front porch once more, I ensconce myself in a rocking chair and sit in silence with Annabelle as the moon heads low and the sun slowly rises.
If I know one thing, it’s this—Ever’s starting to feel a lot like home.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CATHERINE
The next week passes in a blur with the Annabelle full to the brim with travelers coming to town for the coach-off. Apparently, Gil took it upon himself to take out ads in several haven newspapers to let monsters know to come to Ever for the game.
It’s not ideal because we didn’t prepare for a sudden influx of hundreds of monsters, and nothing’s ready. We even had a scheduled meeting to vote on the new Ever team name and scrapped it because dealing with Gil is taking all of Arkan’s free time…and then some.
The only silver lining is that it’s highlighted just how important growing Ever’s infrastructure is. Jezbelah, the manager of the wraith motel, has comm’d me several times about taking his overflow guests, but I have no room at all. I’ve heard a few monsters mention opening their homes to family and friends from other havens simply because there’s nowhere else for them to stay. This morning, I saw a group of minotaur in the Community Garden in an efficient tent camp.
“Gil Stoneswallow is the worst idea I’ve ever had,” Arkan grumbles as he helps me carry trays of breakfast quiche into thebuffet in the dining room. We have to move half-finished exhibition game flyers to make room for the food. He doesn’t even look to see if anyone’s around to overhear the gripe.
“Lesson learned,” I offer quietly as a shorthorn minotaur walks past the arched entryway and waves at me, headed for the front door. Looking back up at Arkan, I smile. “Let’s get through this coach-off, and then we can reconvene about who we’re offering the job to.”
Arkan frowns. “Gods, is there even any doubt it’s Manorin at this point? Although,” he gives me an assessing look, “I’m not a hundred percent sure he’ll take it. Are you?”
I shake my head. “I think he will. But we have to make our offer very attractive.”
Arkan’s typical smile finally returns. “Can I physically dangle you in front of him with a stack of cash and maybe a cute little home on the outskirts of town?”
Around us, Annabelle groans, the pipes shrieking at Arkan’s suggestion. A terrible, tinny cat meow echoes from the kitchen.
Arkan’s dark brows curl up. “Point taken, Annabelle. I rescind my comment.”
I bark out a laugh as I set the quiche down on the buffet with a pair of serving forks.
“Speak of the devil.” Arkan looks over my shoulder and breaks into a huge smile.
Manorin comes up behind me and bends low, pressing a half kiss to my shoulder. I risk a look up at Arkan, who’s smiling down at us, black lips curling up at the corners.
Manorin slides a hand over my belly and curls his fingers around one of my soft rolls. “I managed to get a couple guys from the academy team back home to come join my side for the coach-off tomorrow, but it’s gonna be a shit show with the rest of what I’m working with.”
