Page 6 of Riding A Cock-Horse
“Oh, it sounds like my dream home!” she laughs.
“How are we going to get there, though?” Sian wonders.
“The quickest way would obviously be to fly or shift,” Theo points out.
“But, but…I don't want to shift!” Belle interjects.
“We know, love, don't worry. How about I call someone who can help us?”
Belle sits up and looks at Jack.
“It’s official. You're that guy in the group—the one that hasallthe connections. All right, who you goin’ to call?” No one can answer because she yells “Ghostbusters! Get it? Except, they can’t help I don’t think. We need something like Shifter-Assholebusters!”
Belle hums the movie’s theme song while shimming about, and my brain scrambles to not focus on her form clearly outlined through her wet clothes. Instead, I actually ponder who Jack is texting. While I'm eternally grateful to Jep the hound dog for helping us find Belle, I'm leery of who Jack intends to call—not all his connections are…savory. The resourceful man pulls out his phone, which is dripping wet, and shakes it off before proceeding to text the mystery person.
“Is that thing even working?” Theo queries.
“Yeah, I have the new iPhone 11 pro. You can get it wet, and it'll still work.”
“Huh,” Theo mumbles, “I just stick mine in a polybag.”
“K, I got someone coming. They'll be here shortly,” Jack announces. “Until then, we can just lay here and get dry.”
“Can you take a picture of me with your phone?” Belle asks Jack. “I want to see how indecent this white T-shirt looks on me.”
Arthur and Theo groan, making Sian and Elise giggle.
“Very indecent,” Sian reassures the wayward Yank.
“Want to trade tops?” Belle jokes, wagging her eyebrows at my freckled friend.
The three birds flirt with one another, and I have to adjust myself. I can tell that the other three guys are just as uncomfortably turned on as well.
“Ladies,” Arthur says, clearing his voice, “we should talk about—”
But his sentence is cut off by the sound of something running up on usquickly. Without thinking, I command Belle to shift. She looks over at me with startled eyes. It's obvious she doesn't know how to do it yet, anyway. All of us tense as an arse jumps from the brush.
“Hey!” Jack shouts, jumping up and rushing over to the donkey. “He made it!”
The donkey shifts back into his human form and the man stands there unabashedly naked.
“Hello there, ladies,” he drawls slowly, winking at them.
“They're lesbians,” I announce flatly.
“Oh, hey, Papa Roach!” Harry calls to me, reminding me why I hate his guts so much—no wonder Jack didn't tell me who he was calling. “Ah, they’re just lezzies ‘cause they haven't had the right dick yet.”
The git winks at them again, and I swear Belle might be drooling. I clear my throat loudly to get her attention.
“Thisis who you called?!” I hiss to Jack, who looks a little sheepish
“We needed somebody that we could use to ride!” he defends.
“I'm going to be riding him?” Belle cuts in with far too much interest.
“Oh, you can ride me—” the arse starts.
“Ok, that's it! Belle, you can be on Jack's back, and Arthur and Theo, you both can ride Harry.”
