Page 13 of The Baby Clause
“Huh?” Not that it sounded like that, it sounded more like a muffled cow moo noise.
Turning towards the hall mirror, I took a quick look. Huh, okay, he had a point. A small one. Who was I kidding? I looked crazier than Martha. Fine, I’d lose the gas mask. But I was keeping the rest.
“That was truly nasty.” I muttered after I’d finished clearing up the mess and feeding him his bottle.
“Right? I know, here, try this and see what you think?”
Mason handed me a glass of wine. That was surprisingly good.
“What!?!”
Fuck, Mason’s indignant expression made me what to kiss him. The way he’d handled my earlier freak out was nothing less than masterful. Not only had he distracted me, but he’d managed to regulate my breathing in a way that calmed me down. I’d not imagined him calling me ‘BABE’ and it had made me feel all warm and gooey inside. Now he was offering me wine. I’d been really good; I’d managed to keep my naughty little hands to myself. Resisting the urge to touch him was almost impossible. My balls were so large and so blue, they could be mistaken for looking like a pair of fluffy dice and hung from his truck’s mirror.
“Dinner should be ready in an hour. It’s simmering.” I love risotto, but it took twice, if not three, times as long to make as it did to eat.
“You know, I like what you’ve done with the place. It looked a little rustic before.”
Rustic, that was one way of describing it, the kitchen sink was held in place by a plank of wood and the plumbing, yeah let’s not go there.
“Yeah, my uncle wasn’t much into his creature comforts. I think he spent most of the time that he was here in his fox form.”
“I like it, it’s cozy.” Mason placed another log on the fire and pushed it into position. Watching it as the flames licked along the sides. I was having the idea of licking something else. My evil fox was suggesting a not so accidental spill of my wine on Mason’s jeans. Then offer my services by removing them. I tried not to roll my inner eye at my fox’s pathetic seduction attempt. While wondering if I could actually pull that stunt off.
I was so distracted by my scheming that I’d not noticed that the fire was popping and spitting small sparks. A louder pop sounded and another spark flew, catching Mason’s leg.
Shit! Fuck!
He was on fire! For a split second I almost went with the wine idea, then realized throwing alcohol on a fire wasn’t a clever idea. I knew he was hot stuff but seriously… Okay, the time for acting cool had passed twenty seconds ago. I dived at his leg, smothering the flame with the towel that I still had on my shoulder after burping Mr. Stinky.
“I think it’s out. How bad is it? Does it hurt?”
“I’m sure it will be fine. It’s just a little sting…” Mason just shrugged and looked down at the scorch mark that had burned a hole in his pant leg.
“Mason, your leg was on fire. It’s not fine. Now let me see, so take those off while I get some ice and some burn cream… Mason, it wasn’t a request. TAKE OFF YOUR JEANS. NOW.” Damn stubborn wolf. I had a small first aid box in the bathroom in case of emergencies. So far, those had been minor cuts and bruises from building the carport for my car-baby.
The sight of Mason lying on the hearthrug with his jeans around his ankles was giving me a serious hot flash. Never mind Mason, I was going to need to use the ice pack on myself! After I pulled my gaze away from his, not so small, trouser snake, to the red mark on his lower thigh. It didn’t look too bad, but it would still be sore, even with his shifter ability to heal faster.
“Here, hold this against it for a few minutes, then we’ll take another look and then add the burn cream.”
“Jere… It’s fine… I can hardly feel it…” Any further words of protest died on his lips. I was not in the mood to have my concern brushed aside. He was hurt and I was going to take care of him, whether he liked it or not. And being that, under that sexy exterior, still lay a grumpy wolf. It was safe to say he was not going to like it.
“Okay, I think you can take the ice off now Jere, I’m not a doctor but I’m sure my leg isn’t supposed to be blue.”
“Same as my balls, they’re not supposed to be blue either, but they are… and guess whose fault that is… hmm? That’s right. YOURS!”
“Hmm, really, do they hurt? Maybe I should look at them, you know… just to be sure there’s no damage, you know-kiss them better.”
I’d gone with another pair of lace panties today, thinking that if we got around to picking up where we left off last night, then it would help fuel the moment, along with another item from my personal collection. But now I was pretty sure the lace was leaving a permanent imprint on my cock. I threw my shirt aside and wriggled out of my jeans. My eyes fixed on Mason as he did the same, only going a step further.
“Fuck me, that’s longer than 8 inches.”
“It’s 9 and a half inches and I fully intend to fuck you, babe. When I’m ready.”
When he was ready? What about me? Because I was more than ready. I’d made sure of that this morning when I’d fitted my favorite butt plug. Turning, I made a show of wiggling my assets in his general direction. I knew the moment he’d spotted the plug as he let out this almost pained growl.
Perfect!
Mason
