Page 25 of A Cock and Bull Story
Honestly, it’s probably best that Sian and Elise have already left. To be truthful, I was having some seriously naughty thoughts of them—us—together.
Now, I’m temptation-free—except that's a lie because another yummy enticement is standing right in front of me—all six foot two, blond hair, green-eyed gloriousness of Theo.
There's an awkward pause while I try not to stare at his dick like it's an ice cream cone and I'm about to go on a sugar bender. I must not succeed very well because he asks me if I'm all right. I let out a nervous laugh.
“Er, yeah; everything's totally fine,” I fib not smoothly at all. “Right, well, I'm just going to go maybe whip up some snack food for everyone. I bet you’re all very hungry—I know I’mstarving—”
I quickly shut my mouth before I say something stupid—like how I’m hangry for some ice cream dick.
“Ok. I'm going to my bath,” Theo returns.
I nod and busy myself making some hors oeuvres, reminding myself that is not pronounced ‘whores’—which is a shame because I love to devour whores.
I hear the bathtub stop running and do my best not to envision Theo stripping and getting into the water.
I’m failing.
Is it strange that a man is taking a bath?I wonder, trying to divert my attention.
Maybe not here in the U.K.
Maybe British men like to have a leisurely soak. . .
I groan out loud at the thought of Theo in a bubble bath and all the bubbles popping slowly away, one by one.
“Son of a bitch!” I cry as I take something out of the oven and burn myself.
I was so busy daydreaming that I forgot to put on oven mitts. Hopping back on both my feet and trying to suppress tears, I run over to the kitchen sink, sticking my injured hand underneath the faucet. The cold liquid instantly soothes the burn.
“Damn it, Belle, get your head out of the gutter!”
I swear Karma is punishing me for my thoughts.
Opening up my freezer, I find a few more items that maybe the others would like to snack on, but I don't know what everyone likes. Jude, Arthur and Jack aren't here to ask, only Theo. I bet he would know what everyone likes, though, and I definitely need to ask since I don't want to be wasteful.
That’s just an excuse for you to try to barge in on him naked so that you can see his cock,my mind snarks.
Shut up, brain,I snap right back.Nobody wanted your opinion.
Yeah!my thirsty vagina roars.Nobody wanted your opinion!
Fortified that I have my vagina’s blessing to go see Theo in the buff, I march over to the bathroom door.
Because we don't want to waste food; no, siree.
There are people starving. . . not to mention my hippo’s yawn is, too.
BEFORE
Izip ahead of Jack and Arthur, the wind lending me speed for once. It always seems as if I’m fighting the airflow, but tonight it’s blowing north towards Banbury. I make the normally thirty-minute trip in seven—thanks to aerodynamics and straight-shooting it above the trees.
I land inconspicuously on the light pole near where the human woman was murdered. It’s not working, an advantage the Tertiary used. The stench of blood permeates my senses, but the body has been removed—meaning, the shifter came back to clean his mess or, more likely, someone else did. This is confirmed when a jackal creeps out of the shadows, its muzzle stained red.
What better way to destroy evidence than by eating it?
I watch the creature warily, waiting for others to appear. Jackals are small, vicious Secondaries, but what makes them dangerous is their ability to work in a pack. Surprisingly, though, no others join the one below me. I open my senses and know he is alone.
Interesting.
