Human Interaction (26 page)

His father's mouth dropped open while his mother seemed to be losing her battle with the ice lady facade. The corner of her mouth twitched twice.

I forged ahead. "Well, I begged and pleaded and the maker made him another to replace the… expired one. Besides, how was I to know the box was full of blasting caps? No one tells me anything, I swear."

Now what. Think, think, think. Oh yeah. The condom question.

"I made him wear the condom just in case, 'cause I have two small boys now and not sure I want more at this point in life. And, well, you never know when you might need a good condom. Besides, he had a box of chocolate-flavored ones and I was really having a chocolate craving. I was going to lick it all off… Oh, but I guess maybe you really didn't need to know about the licking part."

Loud coughing erupted from the side where Meat sat. His chest bounced before he sucked in another breath.

"You have children?" His mother asked in a mild stammer.

I nodded. "My husband and I…"

"You're married?" Her voice hitched up an octave.

I glanced at Meat, who still refused to meet my eyes, instead focused on the tablecloth as if he were counting each and every tiny leaf on the floral surface while biting his lower lip hard. "Well, I'm a widow."

Their faces reminded me of someone who'd just learned they would be required to eat only spinach for the next decade of their lives. Both their mouths dropped open and their eyes widened to dinner plate size.

Maybe I didn't explain very well. What didn't they get?

I tried again. "When I met him for my paper, I realized that I knew him from before. Seems that he was… working… and I was… making a donation… when somehow I de-thonged him in front of a whole crowd of women. It was an accident, I swear. I couldn't help that my bracelet got stuck and he was gyrating around like a chimpanzee with the runs after eating hot sauce. Anyway, they banned me from the place of business after that." I frowned, remembering the incident. "You know, I still have that thong… somewhere."

I took a deep breath and darted toward the finish line. "After all that, we're still dating and I haven't had sex in four years you see, being a widow, err… yeah, widow…. Well, we would have the other day, but my Addams Family ringtone went off on my phone, meaning it was a Cannibal emergency. So, I didn't get to see if Meat's manhood was permanently affected by his bus-pulling chores, after all. But then today, it seemed Meat was running out of his chocolate condoms and I was getting full so thought we should do some official body fluid swapping. So, we finally got around to that part and you guys appeared."

I bit my lower lip, waiting for their reaction. How much more did they really want to know? Anything to avoid that silent treatment.

Several beats later, his mother lost her cool resolve. In fact, a loud spew later, she burst into peals of laughter. Her husband soon followed, holding his gut as if it would explode.

I blinked innocently at Meat who appeared to fight the urge to follow their lead. His lips twitched once, twice, before he burst out in gales.

"What did I say?" I asked.

"Oh, my." His mother took a deep breath in between bouts of guffaws. "Tygerius, can you possibly explain what in the world that young woman was talking about in some language that your father and I can understand?"

CHAPTER 27

Meat gave his parents a condensed version of our relationship, less detailed and more to the point than mine. They seemed inquisitive but held back their questions and finally decided to leave after the horny kitty couldn't seem to keep his attention off me and on them. Not to mention his hands delved under the folds of the dress at any and all opportunities. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to face those people again. Not after all they saw.

After only a few minutes, his father stood, announced they were leaving and would check in later. His mother reminded him to call. Then they poofed out as quickly as they'd arrived.

"They think I'm a loon." I sighed.

"Nah." Meat swung me up in his arms, carrying me back to the bedroom. "Once they get to know you, they'll love you."

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Oh, you have ESP now?"

Giving me a gentle toss, he deposited me in the middle of the bed, my layers of clothing falling over me, the long skirt dropping over my face. Pushing the material aside, I whisked off the head gear at the same time.

Meat stood at the end of the bed, peeling clothes off with wild abandon. His shirt flew over his head, revealing sculpted shoulders, muscular chest, and washboard abs.

I tugged the belt off the dress, then reached for the hem to pull it over my head.

"No. Leave it on."

He shimmied out of his jeans and walked to the side of the bed. Opening a bedside table, he plucked a condom out, and closed the drawer once more.

"Huh?" I stared at him in confusion.

"Leave it on. Do you know how aroused seeing you in that outfit made me, knowing you wore nothing underneath?" Crawling on the bed, he sat back on his heels between my spread legs. "Even with my parents here, all I could think about was sliding my hand under your skirt…" He lifted the black garment, his hands running from my calves up to my thighs, pushing the material up as he went like a plow pushing snow. Only when the skirt piled on my stomach did his hands retreat marginally.

"To touch you, find you wet and ready as I was." Reaching out, his hand smoothed over my inner thigh, slowly wandering upward, until he cupped between my legs. "Mmmm. Definitely wet." Meat parted me, slipping one long finger inside.

I welcomed the pressure, the tease, eagerly arching my hips for more. He retreated and returned, doubling his presence. "Just as needy as I am."

"Yes. Please." I needed him more in that instant than I needed my next breath.

"After I taste you." Bending over me, he nestled between my thighs. "Open, love."

I complied, immediately grateful when he rewarded me with a lick down my center. My breath hitched. He repeated the action, burrowing deeper this time.

"Delicious."

I grabbed onto the sheets, hardly able to breathe as he lapped against my sensitive nubbin with his slightly rough tongue. "Meat…"

"Hmmm?" He didn't bother to pause in his ministrations to answer.

"I. Need. You." The words came out between harsh pants.

He sat up, sparking blue eyes met mine for a long moment. "Turn over."

"The robes…"

Before I could finish, I lay completely naked before him, my clothing deposited on the floor in a neat pile. My gaze followed his hands as he sheathed himself with the condom. I licked my lips, sat up, and reached for him. Measuring his length, I rubbed my thumb over the end. He groaned low, head falling back with his eyes closed. Leaning forward, I lapped at the end of his erection, sampling the chocolate-flavored condom. Definitely not Godiva, but not horrible either. I pressed closer for another sampling only to be stayed by his large hand.

"I can't wait, baby. Flip over."

Reluctantly releasing my prize, I did as he asked, rising to my hands and knees before him. Looking back, I watched as he took his cock in hand and guided himself toward me.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he pressed forward. I gasped at the full, almost too full, sensation and shifted backward, eager to complete the joining. With a final thrust and grunt, he hit bottom, holding steady for a long moment, his hands rubbing my back and sides as if he couldn't stop touching me. Facing forward once more, I lowered my upper body, and wiggled my hips, encouraging him to start moving, already more aroused than ever before with his impressive manhood rubbing against my tight walls. The tight fit with his large size sent cascades of hot sensations through me, jacking up my needs to the point of desperate wanting.

He took the hint. In fact, not only did he pull back to push back in, he started up a moderately paced rhythm that began to escalate with each strong stroke. The slaps of our bodies meeting along with gasps, sighs, groans, and ragged breathing that filled the room. I pushed back time and again, needing more, harder, deeper as I climbed to the pinnacle at amazing speed.

Without pausing, he shifted positions, moving to cover me completely, his arms braced on either side of my ribs, his chest to my back.

I mewed in response, a feeling of feminine power and submissiveness adding to my arousal. The nip at my shoulder stung just for a second before he kissed the pain away.

"Please…" I threw my head forward, ushering all my focus and strength to the place where we came together, the source of my supreme excitement.

Meat reached under me, slid his fingers between my labia, and centered on my throbbing nub. Circling the area, he teased and tormented as I jerked under him. Like a speedy racehorse heading for the finish line, Meat's thrusting escalated to a frenzied pitch as his teeth sank into the muscle at my neck. A muted roar sounded by my ear as he fluttered his fingers directly over my clit before plucking it softly. He slammed in once more, his manhood swelling even more than before.

The sharp sting from his bite only shoved me over the crest with a loud whimper. I saw stars as he cocooned his body over mine, sealing our bodies together in the age old way of mankind.

"I love you, Meat." The whispered words fell out of my mouth, honest and sincere, straight from the heart.

He kissed the area where his teeth had sunk deep. "I love you too, Shy." He sucked in a deep breath, unmoving from his position. "Mine. All mine."

Not about to argue, I reveled in the moment.

CHAPTER 28

"I can't believe I just did that!" I glanced down at the pile of black and white material lying beside the bed.

Meat grinned wickedly, the corners of his lips twitched.

Grabbing a pillow, I smacked him upside his dark head, only to have the impromptu weapon tugged away a moment later. "It's not funny." A pout followed. "I could be struck down at any moment for doing such… things… in that nun outfit. Surely it's a sin or something?"

"So, I'm sinful?" He lazily nibbled on my ear.

Like I am going to feed his already huge ego. "No, you're perverted. I'm sure no one else on this planet gets all hot and bothered seeing a nun."

He snorted, taking a moment to run his tongue over the small bite mark on my shoulder. "Not any nun, babe. Just one certain little blonde with a bare ass under those layers."

Yeah, well, that wasn't very nice of him. Maybe I would forgive him in a decade or so. I received the Spanish Inquisition from his parents in that awful nun outfit, with nothing underneath. A girl needs panties when meeting parents for the first time. It's a confidence thing.

"I'm sure this… fetish of yours is too rare to have a name yet." I pondered what such a thing should be called, nestling down into the covers, and enjoying the comfort of being held by a warm male body.

"Habit horniness? Nunnery nookie?"

I gasped, smacking at his arm. "You're terrible!"

He just laughed, not the least bit repentant. "That's not what you were saying just a few minutes ago."

"Jeez. I swear. I'll never look at a nun the same. And, no, I'm not wearing that habit ever again, either."

"Not even if…" He whispered something very naughty in my ear.

My face immediately flamed.

The comfortable silence filled the room as my mind wandered back to what Ducky had told me a while back. Matehood was determined by a lengthening second toe on either foot. Odd way to determine if you are destined for one another, but I figured stranger things had happened.

Meat wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against his body. He placed a tender kiss to my temple. "What are you thinking so hard about?"

I glanced back, the words blurting out. "I've measured my second toe on each foot every day with a ruler. Neither has grown as much as a millimeter! That means I'm not your mate!" My voice cracked with the sobering facts.

The loon burst out laughing. Not finding anything humorous about the situation, I elbowed him hard in the gut.

His chuckles lessened as one hand rubbed the sore spot. "Oh, Shy. You're one of a kind."

"Yeah, so… what's so funny?" I demanded, sitting up with the covers over me. Snuggling with your honey led toward pillow talk. Serious talk meant body parts covered and in a sitting or standing position.

The smile lit up his face. "Your toe won't grow to prove a mating, silly."

I blinked, processing his words. Each and every morning I'd stood on the ruler and lamented on how my toes remained the same length. Now he tells me that Ducky fibbed to me?

"I thought you knew that." He wrapped one arm around me, tugging me closer, even as I pinched his ribs.

"How would I know such things? Not like I've played house with a shifter before." I pouted until his lips moved in, nibbling and kissing the moue away.

Before he got carried away, I pulled back, searching his eyes. "So, truth this time. How do I know if we're really mates?"

He nuzzled my cheek as he gently rubbed across my belly in a soothing motion. "There is no magic anything to identify matehood. In most ways, our relationships are not much different than human ones."

"Oh." I considered that for a moment. My hand roamed down to rest on top of his. "So, mating is just a term, not really a state of being?"

Long fingers lightly traced the side of my face from brow to earlobe. "In most cases, with one exception."

"What's that?" I leaned against his larger frame, soaking up his warmth and comfort.

"Few shifter children are born each year, probably more related to a natural species overpopulation control built in by Mother Nature to counter our long lives than anything." The same fingers traveled down to my chin, lifting it a bit, to line up with his seeking lips. The whispered words almost escaped me. "The shifter community views any couple who becomes pregnant to be truly mated."

I choked on my own spit, earning a whack to my back. "Pregnant?"

He nodded, a wicked grin crossing his face. "Ready to toss away those condoms and give fate a try?"