Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Flummoxed, I struggle to word it properly. “I guess because it’s too much effort.”
Those are the wrong words. Murr gives me an incredulous look. “Too much effort?”
“Yes!” I can feel my face getting hot. “The longer you’re down there, the more I think about how long you’re down there, and then I just can’t stop thinking, and then I won’t be able to come at all. I don’t want you to feel like making love to me is some hour-long chore—”
“Dakota,” he interrupts with another shake of his head. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No effort,” he says, his hand drifting between my thighs again. Murr gentles his voice, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing again. “No chore. Long time here, good. All good. Perfect. Yes?”
For a man with a limited vocabulary, he’s pretty great at making me feel better about myself. “I’m sorry. I won’t give directions again.”
“Directions good,” he clarifies, rubbing his nose against mine. His fingers stroke through my wetness, easing my thighs apart again. “Bossy good. Murr want Dakota come. Yes?”
“Yes,” I whimper as he eases a finger into me.
“Dakota come for Murr,” he tells me between soft kisses. “Long time, short time, all good. Yes?”
“Yes.”
He does make me come again. It isn’t instant, but it’s not hours, either. He happily demonstrates to me that he’s willing (and thrilled) to be between my thighs for as long as it takes.
With his enthusiasm and his tongue, however, it doesn’t take long at all.
CHAPTER 75
DAKOTA
It’s so hard to crawl out of our makeshift bed the next morning, knowing that I have to return to my life. It’s not that I dislike my life. I actually love it and love my daughter to pieces…but it’s been so nice to have a reprieve for a few hours. To think about nothing and no one except for the big, golden man currently nibbling on my shoulder, edging towards the bite mark.
“We should probably go soon,” I tell him.
“Soon,” he agrees, and kisses my throat.
“Soon” ends up being more like “noon,” but when my stomach growls for lunch, I know we need to return. With my canteen of water, I clean up all my bits as best I can, because I don’t want to return to the others reeking of sex. I share with Murr, who mops himself with an amused look.
“Want fly river? Lake?” he asks. “Swim? Big clean.”
I’m tempted. Rabbit would love to see a lake, and fish sounds nice after a steady diet of red meat. I am not complaining about the red meat, though, because I’m just thrilled to have a full belly. “Maybe tomorrow. We need to check on everyone.”
Murr nods thoughtfully. “Feed everyone.”
“That, too.” I get to my feet and pull my worn jeans up over my legs. “Feed everyone, check on the supplies, check on the puppies, make sure we’ve had no visitors…”
Just thinking about all of it is making me nervous. Now that I’m on the other side of the night of pleasure, I feel guilty for leaving the others for so long. Was it selfish of us? I squash the feeling and hunt for my sports bra, tossed into a nearby pile of junk, and brush a few dead leaves off of the sweat-wicking fabric.
Murr just watches me with amusement. He shifts his leg, tapping my foot with his big toe. “Dakota good?”
“I will be once I know everyone’s fine.” I shove my shirt over my head. “You should get dressed too. You’re coming home with me, right?”
He gets to his feet in one big sinuous motion that makes me think he could have been a dancer in another life. I hold his loin wrap out to him but he ignores it, cupping my face and planting another long, thorough kiss on my mouth. It leaves me dazed and blinking, and he grins down at me. “All good. Dakota need…” He searches for the word and then takes a big, exaggerated breath.
“I am breathing. I’m calm. I am. I just want to make sure everything’s all good. It’s my first night away from home, that’s all.” I try to laugh as if he’s being silly, but it comes out a little higher pitched than I’d like.
Murr kisses me again. “All good,” he says softly, giving me a gentle squeeze at the base of my head. “No scents.”
He can’t smell any intruders, and he’s trying to reassure me. It’s sweet, but given that I can smell nothing but sex in the air, I’m not entirely sure his nose isn’t malfunctioning at the moment. “I know everything’s fine. This is just the longest I’ve ever been away from Rabbit.”
The big dragon-man nods to reassure me. He takes the wrap from my hands. “We go.”
When we get back, it’s like they didn’t even miss us. Aggie’s got a Dolly-Parton-esque wig on her head, and she’s holding a cat while Rabbit medicates its eyes. Dottie has her knitting in her lap, her needles clacking away.