Page 85 of Horn in My Side
Jasmine’s knees turned to jelly thinking about it.Who knew the grumpy orc was a master of dirty talk?And his dick ...Well, she could now confirm it was, indeed, legendary.
I’m glad I didn’t wait another day to hop on the Mal train,she thought.But she’d already known sleeping with him was inevitable.And now that it was done, Jasmine wasn’t sure what was next.
An ominous feeling crept into her chest.Mal was still leaving in a little over three months, maybe sooner if he got that job with the historical center.But that would also mean she would be the new owner of Fantastic Tails by then.She’d been working hard on her business plan, and she’d managed to save more than she’d initially thought.Tracy had been nice enough to look over her paperwork a couple days ago, and said it was looking good and as long as Jasmine continued on the same trajectory, she might be able to qualify for that loan.
The more she thought about it, the more excited she was at the prospect of finally owning Fantastic Tails.Working there, and now discovering her magical affinity, she knew in her heart this was what she was meant to be doing with her life.The Mother Goddess – or maybe her ancestor spirits – had guided her here so she could meet her fate.
What she had with Mal was only temporary.They’d agreed there would be an expiration date to ...whatever this was between them.
Great sex, she reminded herself.Really great, awesome, spirit-leaving-your-body sex.But she and Mal were adults, and they agreed, they would walk away from each other without any drama, still respecting each other.
Pushing those thoughts away, she rolled off the bed, then headed to the bathroom to do her business and clean up as best she could, though she realized she was stark naked.Unfortunately, she hadn’t hung up her discarded skirt, so it remained in a wrinkled heap on the floor, and her top was still in the living room, along with the shreds of her panties.Looking behind her, she found a shirt hanging over the hook in the door.Pressing her nose against it, drawing in the faint, lingering scent of Mal, shebrushed her cheek against the soft cotton before taking it off the hook and pulling it over her head.
Jasmine let the distinct sounds of activity guide her out of the room and to the kitchen.Sure enough, there was Mal, back to her and hunched over the stove, wearing only black pajama bottoms.
Leaning against the doorway, she waited a few seconds before saying, “I thought you said you couldn’t cook.”
His shoulder muscles tensed in surprise, then he turned to look at her.“I said I don’t cook, not that I can’t.”The corners of his mouth turned up.“You found something to wear.”
“I hope you don’t mind.”She smoothed her hands down his shirt, which went down past her knees.
Switching off the stove, he stalked toward her.“Not at all,” he said in a raspy tone.“Come here.”His arm snaked around her waist and lifted her up as he leaned down to kiss her.She melted into him, the move so natural she didn’t even have to think about it.When he pulled away, she sighed audibly.
“Did you sleep well?”he asked, still holding her up.
“Yeah.Those sheets of yours are amazing.”
“They’re made of Tartary lamb wool.”
“No wonder.”Tartary lambs were half plant, half creature that grew from bushes, known for their luxurious soft wool with a self-regulating temperature.“I could have slept for days.I’m so glad I stayed over.”
“I hope it’s not just my linens keeping you here?”
She traced a finger up his chest.“Of course not.I also like your nice, big firm ...bed,” she teased.
“Is that so?”His eyes turned dark.“Anything else ‘big’ that you liked about last night?”
“No, that’s it—Mal!”She laughed as he whipped her around and then planted her on the kitchen table.Nudging her thighs open with his, he scooted between her legs, pulling her forwardso his erection brushed right at her nakedness.“Are we going to do it on every single surface of this kitchen?”
“On every single surface of this house,” he growled.He caught her lips between his, giving them a playful nip, his pearly-smooth mouth tusks rubbing against her cheeks.A hand slipped under the shirt, cupped her breast and teased her nipple into a tight bud.
She moaned his name, arching her back as her clit throbbed.Desperate for some friction, she undulated her hips at him, the cotton fabric over his bulge rubbing deliciously at her slickening lips.His mouth found her neck and clamped around it, his tongue licking at her sensitive flesh.Her hands reached for the waistband of his pants, clawing at them to get them off.
A sharp rapping sound made them both freeze.
“Someone’s out there.”He nodded at the kitchen door.
“No,” Jasmine whined.“Tell them to go away.”
“Mal!”came a muffled voice.“Mal, it’s me, Kap.”
“Oh no.”She pushed the hem of his shirt down over her knees and struggled to get off the table.“Should I hide in your room?Or go back to my place?I could sneak around—”
“What do you mean ‘hide’?”There was a deadly edge to his voice.“Why would you want to hide from Kap?”
“So he doesn’t see me here.Wearing only your shirt.”Kap didn’t need his observation and deduction skills to put two and two together.“He’ll definitely figure out we slept together.”
“And why in Vorlak’s name would I not want him to know that?”There was a crazed look in his eyes, one Jasmine couldn’t explain.
