you don’t know Becky. She’s pretty and slim, and—”
“Obviously a shallow, insecure
bitch if she saw nothing wrong with touching your man,” Jaxon finished.
Turning in her seat, she fixed the
mulatto hottie with her gaze. “And how is that different from you both flirting
with me knowing Gavin’s interested?”
“My mama taught me to share.”
The wicked grin he gave her said more than his words and painted a picture of
naked bodies intertwined, sharing erotic delights. She bit her lip so as to not
gasp.
“Where we come from,” Parker
interjected, “it is not uncommon for women to have more than one man in her
life at the same time.”
“Oh my God, are you guys like
some Mormon cult then?” Her brow creased. “Wait, I thought they believed in
multiple wives.”
Jaxon whistled with amusement.
“I can’t wait to hear you explain your way out of this one, big guy.”
“Um, well, you see . . .”
Parker tapered off, his face alternately blushing and looking uncomfortable.
“Can’t we just wait until we meet up with Gavin and Wyatt? They’ll probably explain
it better.”
“Explain what? That you guys
belong to some freakish sex cult that shares their women? Count me out.”
Bailey peered out the side
window at the never-ending trail of trees. With her new ability to heal, could
she jump and make it into the woods before they could stop and chase her?
“Don’t you even think about
leaving this truck.”
“Or what? You and your buddy
will tie me down and make me into your sex slave?”
“Ooh, count me in. That sounds
like fun.”
“Shut it, Jaxon,” Parker
growled, his hands turning white where he clutched the steering wheel. “We.
Are. Not. A. Sex. Cult.” He enunciated each word, and oddly enough, despite
what she’d learned so far, she believed him. Not that she let him off the hook
that easily, not with the pile of unanswered questions she had still left to
ask.
“Then what are you?”
“We are pack.”
“What is pack?”
“That’s all I’m saying for
now.”
And it was. No matter what she
said or asked, Parker wouldn’t answer, keeping his eyes fixed to the road. When
she turned to Jaxon instead, he drew a pinched finger and thumb across his
mouth in a zipping motion, then shrugged.
Disgruntled, and more confused
than ever, she sat back with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. She
didn’t know which was worse, knowing she’d been kidnapped by some guys who were
looking for an orgy, or the fact she wanted to participate.
I am turning into a major slut.
Chapter Eight
“We should stop in town and buy her some things, seeing as how
everything else of hers was destroyed.”
Gavin’s voice, after such a long period of introspective silence,
jolted Wyatt. Especially since they’d spent the last few hours coasting along
at a moderate speed, keeping an eye open for any vehicles that might be
trailing after them.
“You can emasculate yourself all you want browsing through the
underwear section at the local Walmart, but count me out.”
“There’s nothing wrong with buying a woman some underwear, especially
when she’s your mate,” Gavin replied indignantly.
“Yeah, but she’s not mine. So no way am I prancing around holding up
tops and pants, going, ‘Do you think she’d like this?’” Wyatt adopted a high-pitched
tone that caused Gavin to let go of the steering wheel so he could launch a
fist his way. Taking the blow with a grunt, Wyatt laughed. “You haven’t even
touched her pussy yet, and you’re already whipped.”
“Look who’s talking,” snorted Gavin. “You are trying so hard to
bullshit that you don’t give a damn that your face is turning a deep shade of
brown.”
“Don’t try and make up crap that doesn’t exist,” Wyatt snarled. “The
girl might be your woman, but that doesn’t make her mine.”
“Liar. Keep fighting it then. I can’t wait to see how you’re going to
cope when I make her cry out in pleasure
“Obviously a shallow, insecure
bitch if she saw nothing wrong with touching your man,” Jaxon finished.
Turning in her seat, she fixed the
mulatto hottie with her gaze. “And how is that different from you both flirting
with me knowing Gavin’s interested?”
“My mama taught me to share.”
The wicked grin he gave her said more than his words and painted a picture of
naked bodies intertwined, sharing erotic delights. She bit her lip so as to not
gasp.
“Where we come from,” Parker
interjected, “it is not uncommon for women to have more than one man in her
life at the same time.”
“Oh my God, are you guys like
some Mormon cult then?” Her brow creased. “Wait, I thought they believed in
multiple wives.”
Jaxon whistled with amusement.
“I can’t wait to hear you explain your way out of this one, big guy.”
“Um, well, you see . . .”
Parker tapered off, his face alternately blushing and looking uncomfortable.
“Can’t we just wait until we meet up with Gavin and Wyatt? They’ll probably explain
it better.”
“Explain what? That you guys
belong to some freakish sex cult that shares their women? Count me out.”
Bailey peered out the side
window at the never-ending trail of trees. With her new ability to heal, could
she jump and make it into the woods before they could stop and chase her?
“Don’t you even think about
leaving this truck.”
“Or what? You and your buddy
will tie me down and make me into your sex slave?”
“Ooh, count me in. That sounds
like fun.”
“Shut it, Jaxon,” Parker
growled, his hands turning white where he clutched the steering wheel. “We.
Are. Not. A. Sex. Cult.” He enunciated each word, and oddly enough, despite
what she’d learned so far, she believed him. Not that she let him off the hook
that easily, not with the pile of unanswered questions she had still left to
ask.
“Then what are you?”
“We are pack.”
“What is pack?”
“That’s all I’m saying for
now.”
And it was. No matter what she
said or asked, Parker wouldn’t answer, keeping his eyes fixed to the road. When
she turned to Jaxon instead, he drew a pinched finger and thumb across his
mouth in a zipping motion, then shrugged.
Disgruntled, and more confused
than ever, she sat back with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. She
didn’t know which was worse, knowing she’d been kidnapped by some guys who were
looking for an orgy, or the fact she wanted to participate.
I am turning into a major slut.
Chapter Eight
“We should stop in town and buy her some things, seeing as how
everything else of hers was destroyed.”
Gavin’s voice, after such a long period of introspective silence,
jolted Wyatt. Especially since they’d spent the last few hours coasting along
at a moderate speed, keeping an eye open for any vehicles that might be
trailing after them.
“You can emasculate yourself all you want browsing through the
underwear section at the local Walmart, but count me out.”
“There’s nothing wrong with buying a woman some underwear, especially
when she’s your mate,” Gavin replied indignantly.
“Yeah, but she’s not mine. So no way am I prancing around holding up
tops and pants, going, ‘Do you think she’d like this?’” Wyatt adopted a high-pitched
tone that caused Gavin to let go of the steering wheel so he could launch a
fist his way. Taking the blow with a grunt, Wyatt laughed. “You haven’t even
touched her pussy yet, and you’re already whipped.”
“Look who’s talking,” snorted Gavin. “You are trying so hard to
bullshit that you don’t give a damn that your face is turning a deep shade of
brown.”
“Don’t try and make up crap that doesn’t exist,” Wyatt snarled. “The
girl might be your woman, but that doesn’t make her mine.”
“Liar. Keep fighting it then. I can’t wait to see how you’re going to
cope when I make her cry out in pleasure
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