seconds, yeah right,” Aaron called as Ryder shoved the door to the cabin open. “That would be a record for you, Ryder! One pump wonder!”
“Harper!” Lexi pleaded. “Clothes!”
Ryder shut the door, but she could hear Harper’s muffled voice. “I’ll bring them to you!”
Ryder strode straight into the bedroom and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.
“I’m so embarrassed!” She pressed her palms against her burning cheeks to cool them. Ryder was unsnapping his pants like this was really going to happen now, and Lexi opened her mouth to tell him hell no to all of this , but movement caught her attention.
When a mouse ran across the wooden floors of the bedroom, Lexi bolted upright on the bed with a horror film scream clawing its way up her throat.
Ryder hunched and covered his ears, and outside Aaron yelled, “Sounds like she saw Ryder’s dick!” More laughter echoed as Lexi inhaled for another scream.
Ryder clapped his hand over her mouth and said, “Woman, stop your screeching! It’s a pet mouse!”
“Why would anyone have a rodent as a pet?” she asked, her voice still two octaves too high.
“Because he’s fucking awesome. Look at his nuts! They’re huge, and he eats food right out of my hand.”
Ryder jacked his eyebrows up when she high-kneed it over the bouncy mattress to cower beside him, as far away from the mouse as possible. He peeled her claws from his shirt and left her—left her!—to defend herself. She picked up a pillow and prepared to whack that little sucker if it came any closer.
To her horror, Ryder picked up the little black and white mouse easily and ran his finger gently down the little critter’s head. “Lexi, meet Sammy Scrotum, Sammy Scrotes for short. Sammy, this is Sexy Lexi.”
Ryder approached her with a teasing grin, and she reared back with the pillow. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
“Come on, pet him. Look how cute he is. Look at his wittle ears and his wittle whiskers.” Ryder scrunched up his nose like a mouse and Lexi bit back a smile. This was not funny.
“Ryder, I don’t do mice.”
“Ew, me either. That’s gross.”
Lexi growled at him and backed toward the headboard when he stepped closer.
“Pet him once, and I’ll let you suck my pener.”
Lexi had to force herself not to laugh. Ryder looked determined, so she asked, “Will it bite me?”
“No! Sammy Scrotum is nice.”
“That’s a terrible name.”
“He likes it. It’s a warrior’s name. Pet him. Come oooon. Do it. Peer pressure. Give in. Pet him.”
Every muscle in her body shaking, she dropped the pillow and stuck her finger out, then squeezed her eyes tightly closed so she could pretend she wasn’t actually doing this.
Soft fur touched her fingertip, and she yelped and drew back. She cracked an eye open and tried again. Sammy Scrotum didn’t seem to care at all and just went to climbing all over Ryder’s open palm, sniffing his little nose and shaking his little whiskers. He was kind of cute, and one of his black spots was shaped like heart, which she really liked.
She brushed her fingertips from his head to his back and down his tail, then flinched away with a proud grin. “I did it.”
“You fuckin’ did it!” Ryder said, his eyes wide and sparking like blue flames.
As he set the mouse back down on the floor to scurry on its way, Lexi clutched her chest and sighed a gusty exhale. “My heart is going ninety to nothing. It’s like hummingbird wings. Feel it!”
Void of hesitation, Ryder grabbed her boob. “Yep, super-fast,” he muttered in a tone that said he gave zero fucks about her heartbeat right now and was in it for the teat-fondle.
“Ryder, I’m coming in, stop boning,” Harper called from the front door.
“I touched a mouse!” Lexi exclaimed as the dragon-eyed alpha came in with a handful of clothes and a pair of hiking boots on top of the pile.
“You met Sammy?” she asked with a megawatt smile.
“Yes, and he was terrifying and
“Harper!” Lexi pleaded. “Clothes!”
Ryder shut the door, but she could hear Harper’s muffled voice. “I’ll bring them to you!”
Ryder strode straight into the bedroom and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.
“I’m so embarrassed!” She pressed her palms against her burning cheeks to cool them. Ryder was unsnapping his pants like this was really going to happen now, and Lexi opened her mouth to tell him hell no to all of this , but movement caught her attention.
When a mouse ran across the wooden floors of the bedroom, Lexi bolted upright on the bed with a horror film scream clawing its way up her throat.
Ryder hunched and covered his ears, and outside Aaron yelled, “Sounds like she saw Ryder’s dick!” More laughter echoed as Lexi inhaled for another scream.
Ryder clapped his hand over her mouth and said, “Woman, stop your screeching! It’s a pet mouse!”
“Why would anyone have a rodent as a pet?” she asked, her voice still two octaves too high.
“Because he’s fucking awesome. Look at his nuts! They’re huge, and he eats food right out of my hand.”
Ryder jacked his eyebrows up when she high-kneed it over the bouncy mattress to cower beside him, as far away from the mouse as possible. He peeled her claws from his shirt and left her—left her!—to defend herself. She picked up a pillow and prepared to whack that little sucker if it came any closer.
To her horror, Ryder picked up the little black and white mouse easily and ran his finger gently down the little critter’s head. “Lexi, meet Sammy Scrotum, Sammy Scrotes for short. Sammy, this is Sexy Lexi.”
Ryder approached her with a teasing grin, and she reared back with the pillow. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
“Come on, pet him. Look how cute he is. Look at his wittle ears and his wittle whiskers.” Ryder scrunched up his nose like a mouse and Lexi bit back a smile. This was not funny.
“Ryder, I don’t do mice.”
“Ew, me either. That’s gross.”
Lexi growled at him and backed toward the headboard when he stepped closer.
“Pet him once, and I’ll let you suck my pener.”
Lexi had to force herself not to laugh. Ryder looked determined, so she asked, “Will it bite me?”
“No! Sammy Scrotum is nice.”
“That’s a terrible name.”
“He likes it. It’s a warrior’s name. Pet him. Come oooon. Do it. Peer pressure. Give in. Pet him.”
Every muscle in her body shaking, she dropped the pillow and stuck her finger out, then squeezed her eyes tightly closed so she could pretend she wasn’t actually doing this.
Soft fur touched her fingertip, and she yelped and drew back. She cracked an eye open and tried again. Sammy Scrotum didn’t seem to care at all and just went to climbing all over Ryder’s open palm, sniffing his little nose and shaking his little whiskers. He was kind of cute, and one of his black spots was shaped like heart, which she really liked.
She brushed her fingertips from his head to his back and down his tail, then flinched away with a proud grin. “I did it.”
“You fuckin’ did it!” Ryder said, his eyes wide and sparking like blue flames.
As he set the mouse back down on the floor to scurry on its way, Lexi clutched her chest and sighed a gusty exhale. “My heart is going ninety to nothing. It’s like hummingbird wings. Feel it!”
Void of hesitation, Ryder grabbed her boob. “Yep, super-fast,” he muttered in a tone that said he gave zero fucks about her heartbeat right now and was in it for the teat-fondle.
“Ryder, I’m coming in, stop boning,” Harper called from the front door.
“I touched a mouse!” Lexi exclaimed as the dragon-eyed alpha came in with a handful of clothes and a pair of hiking boots on top of the pile.
“You met Sammy?” she asked with a megawatt smile.
“Yes, and he was terrifying and
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