Page 37 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“You didn’t have to worry.”
Keeping my arms tight to my sides, I lean back, but that only makes my sensitive pussy rub against his groin. I ignore that heated sensation and say, “Of course I’m going to worry.”
His warm hands are on my upper arms. Are they there to help me balance or keep me in his lap? I’m not used to this touchy-feely side of him.
“I was keeping an eye out for you, guarding the cave while you had your bonding time with Flint.”
“You were?” My mouth hangs open in surprise.
His eyes drop to my lips, and I nervously close my mouth.
“I knew you’d both be vulnerable and preoccupied.” He finally lets go of my arms and rubs the back of his neck. “I tried to give you your space.”
From his blush, I figure he heard my cries of pleasure. But he’s been around that before. Maybe it’s different since it was a bonding ceremony.
In one fluid motion, Calder stands and easily sets me on my feet in front of him.
I’ll never get over how strong these guys are by handling me like I’m a feather.
Turning, I see the shocked and strange expressions on the guys’ faces.
Osen chuckles in my head.“This is going to be interesting to see how this all unfolds.”
“They aren’t jealous, are they?”I ask.
“Not really. But we were never great at sharing, even if most of us shared our bodies at various times. We were never intimate at the same time.”
“Oh, so I’m a wild card?”
“And I love everything about that.”
Calder’s warm hands drop away from my waist. Instantly, I miss the connection. If the tiny sigh that escapes his lips is any indication, he misses it, too.
Arran clears his throat and waves us in. “Let’s feed our woman breakfast.”
Flint snatches me up before the others can and carries me inside and sets me on his lap. Then he feeds me the sliced fruit Arran places in front of me.
Arran cocks a brow and Flint shrugs. “What? You did it after your mating. Seems like a nice tradition.”
I lock eyes with Maxum, and he smiles at me. But I sense an uneasiness behind his carefree gaze. I wonder if it’s about meor that we haven’t taken that step yet in our relationship. That’s something to talk about next time we’re alone. When I glance around the room, I wonder if I will ever be alone again.
I don’t mind being by myself, but I hated being lonely, which happened often even when I had a boyfriend.
With these guys and the bonds, I won’t be lonely again. Though I will have to carve out some time soon to be alone with my thoughts so I can finish my book.
I suspect Maxum would say I don’t need to worry about making money. But my career isn’t only about that, not really. I want to write. I love to write. However, I could do without dealing with ads and all the promotional stuff.
Will I write again?
If I only cared about making money, it isn’t an easy career. There are a thousand other jobs I could have chosen instead. It isn’t easy for authors to rip our hearts open, expose all our insecurities, agonize over every word choice and plot point. We bleed our deepest thoughts and fears into a book. Then we must sit back and watch as reviews come in. Hopefully, sales too.
Some reviewers aren’t just unkind, they are brutal. I wonder sometimes if they realize there’s a human being on the other side.
Fortunately, I developed a thick skin. And not every book is meant for every reader. Instead I focus on the lovely people who reach out to me and tell me how much they enjoy my stories. That gives me the fuel I need to keep at it—knowing we all can escape together into a world that once only existed in my mind.
Then I wonder…
Do these stories only exist in an author’s mind?
