Page 6 of Married to Her Yeti
Oh. Crap.
So much forMari’s covert attempt to see Nima’s work. He’d caughtherspying on him whilehe’dbeen spying on her.This situation is so messed up!
And now?Aw, geez.Mari grimaced as she looked through the closet door slats at a woman’s bare back. Her guy friend seemed to have his hands on her breasts, and from the moans and groans, they were bothveryinto it—or maybe it was the possibility someone could see or hear them that was riling them up.If only they knew.
She should do something. Say something. But what? Alerting the couple of their presence risked revealing the yeti secret. Mari and Nima were trapped. Was she okay with witnessing this couple’s display? Was Nima? Not that they had a choice—short of closing their eyes and plugging their ears. She turned her head a fraction, gazing up at Nimafrom the corner of her eye, then gestured with her chin toward the lovebirds. He shrugged a shoulder and squeezed her hand in silent acquiescence. Right, so they were about to become voyeurs.
How had Mari’s special day gone on such a tangent? From becoming a business owner to being stuck in a closet with her ex while a guy ravished a woman’s breasts on the other side of the slatted door. When had anyone last shown attention like that to Mari’s boobs? Years. And truthfully, she hadn’t enjoyed it. She hadn’t enjoyed any of her partners’ attentions since Nima—the heartbreaker yeti who dreaded earthquakes and created the most beautiful tile lupines.
As Nima remained silent and motionless behind her, Mari’s shoulders drooped in resignation. She was stuck in one of the most awkward situations she’d ever been in. But what could she do?
As the couple outside the closet kissed like they needed each other’s mouths to survive, Mari thought back to the earthquake a few minutes earlier. Despite the hurt and anger she felt toward Nima, she’d offered support when the tremor hit. How could shenotwhen his breaths had come in little bursts, and he’d flattened his palm against the wall like he could hold it up if it began to crumble aroundthem? She would have done the same for anyone in his situation. At least, that’s what she told herself.
As the couple backed toward the closet door, Mari instinctively pressed into Nima, pushing on his thigh in a futile attempt to tuck him further behind her and hide him. It surprised her. After all this time, she still felt protective of her yeti.
Her yeti?Uh, no. Herex-yeti. Now that had a satisfying ring to it.
Actually, it didn’t. It was sad and empty-sounding. But it had been her reality for ten years. Hopefully, the divorce would help her move on.
Nima shifted behind her, his work boot making the slightest noise. She suddenly fit better against him, as if he’d widened his legs to accommodate her hips and butt. Was that good or bad? Her body had changed so much since she’d last seen him. She’d always been muscular and strong. But over the past decade, she’d gained weight and filled out. Mari had never given it much thought. She liked her figure, pleased with her muscles and curves. Did Nima also like this new version of her?
Gah, stop wondering about shit like that, Mar!
But no, her mind wouldn’t stop. She’d only had a second to take in Nima when she’d opened the closet door, and he’d seemed bigger too. His shoulders werebroader, providing more of him to lean against. He kept his facial fur trimmer than in his youth, as if he took more care with his appearance. While she’d always loved his earthy scent, it now hinted of refinement, maturity. Like aged wine. Was that silly? She and Nima had huge issues between them... But from a purely physical sense, Mari liked her current situation. Maybe too much.
She immediately challenged that last thought. So what if she still found her ex sexually attractive? No one would know if later she indulged in her favorite sex toy, Big Blue. The ribbed silicone dildo rang her bell better than any human, and she wasn’t about to date another yeti. What turned her on and what she did in the privacy of her bedroom was her own business. She refused to feel weird about it.
The lovebirds scuffled and changed direction, distracting Mari from thoughts of Big Blue. They panted and groped their way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, closer to the large windows but out of her and Nima’s view. Being this near to someone else’s intimacy felt invasive but also sexy and a bit of a turn-on. This guy knew what his lady liked. That was important in a lover.
Nima had always been a generous lover. Even in their youth, when they’d experimented with oral,he’d insisted on going down on Mari first, making sure she orgasmed. He’d blown her teenage mind twice before he’d let her wrap her lips around his dick. She couldn’t help but smile and feel a little aroused at the memory.
A prickle of awareness passed through her. She still had her hand entwined with Nima’s, the other against his... erm, solid, muscular thigh. Nima’s hips practically cradled her backside, which she’d pressed firmly against him to fit into the space.
Was it getting a little warm in this closet?
Her flush deepened a moment later as she sensed something hard at her back. Nima, a solid wall of muscle, hadn’t relaxed as he stood squished behind her, but this was different. This was the stiffening of one specific spot. Had Nima’s dick dropped from his sheath?
Her pulse ticked up a notch at the possibility. She’d rather be titillated later in the privacy of her own bedroom than while trapped in this closet, but here they were. She clenched her thighs, wanting to see Nima. Human dicks didn’t compare to a giant, midnight-blue, yeti cock dropping from its white, furry sheath.
Mari ever-so-subtly shifted her hips, rubbing against Nima. Just to know—maybe she wasimagining things. The hard rod that pressed against her back felt very, very dick-like. When she did it a second time—for scientific accuracy, of course—his response was immediate.
Nima’s hand came around to her hip, both holding her in place and pulling her harder against him—yes, a definite hot, hard, erect, yeti dick.
Though subtle, Nima seemed to grind into Mari’s backside. Or was that her rubbing back into him? Fuck, they were both grinding. And it felt good. So good. The heavy panting and groans of pleasure from the other room only seemed like encouragement now.
Would it be wrong to place Nima’s hand on her breast? Hehadalways touched her better than anyone else. Why not chase this little bit of joy? It wasn’t every day she got stuck in the closet with her hot yeti ex.
She shouldn’t overthink it. “Live in the now,” everyone said. Can’t change the past—that was full of hurt anyway. And the future... Well, who the hell knew what that would bring. But with her purchase of the bakery today, things were looking up.
Carefully, so she didn’t make noise—not that the moaning couple in the bedroom would have noticed—Mari brought their joined hands to her chest andplaced Nima’s on her breast. A bold, bold move on her part, but given his slow micro-thrusts against her back, she didn’t think she was out of line.
Nima responded in three ways. First, his fingers tightened around her, palm brushing across her sensitive nipple in the best way ever. Then, his chest vibrated with a silent growl—gods, she’d missed that. And last, his other hand moved from her hip to cup her pussy. Her aching, wet pussy. Now who was being bold?
Mari nearly came on the spot. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched her like this.
As Nima’s hand circled, she barely noticed the couple’s grunts and cries. She wanted to feel Nima too. Sliding her hand to the apex of his thighs, she palmed the hard line of his cock under the tough fabric of his pants. She couldn’t reach all of him, but her touch made Nima shudder at her back.
His reaction heightened Mari’s response and, as the couple thumped against the wall in the other room, Mari closed her eyes and chased her pleasure. She’d never felt safer or more complete than with Nima. His practiced hands knew exactly how and where to touch her, even over her clothes.
