Page 44 of Loup Garou
I let out a soft, shaky laugh. “Yeah, I had the same thoughts running through my head. I guess you’re right. I need to get home and get cleaned up. I can hardly show up for one of my mother’s horribleattempts at marrying me off smelling like this with ants crawling on me and grass in my hair.”
“You smell wonderful and look beautiful. I think the guy will be more than happy to get the ants off you and pick the grass from your hair.” He kissed the top of my head.
“Exavier?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever felt this comfortable with someone you just met? I don’t know if you picked up on Myra teasing me when you first arrived but I’m not known for this. In fact, by this point, I’d have fucked you and kicked you out of my place already. Kind of ironic considering you’re a rock star and they’re notorious for the same behavior.”
Exavier stiffened. “Don’t, Linds. I can’t hear about other men and you.”
I snorted. “Umm, Xavs?”
“Hmm?”
I glanced down at his hand on his clothed cock and bit my lower lip. Giving in to the desire to touch him, I ran my hand down the length of him and slid my hand under his. My palm came into contact with the bulge in his pants and I cupped him. Exavier jerked, bucking me off.
Laughing, I rolled onto my back and stared up at Exavier as he held his clothed cock, his jaw slack. “Good gods, Linds, are you trying to get me to make a fool of myself and come before I even…”
I yanked my shirt over my head and slipped my shoes off. He stared at me with wide eyes. I kept going, sliding my pants off and then glancing at him. “Are you going to sit there or are you going to use that thing you’ve been sporting all day?”
“Linds?”
“What? If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” I went to my hands and knees, being sure to position my body just right so my ass was aimed in his direction. I glanced at him and slid a finger under the back of my thong. “I hate it when they ride up like that. Where are my shoes? We can get going. I need to meet my parents and all.”
Exavier moved up behind me, growling softly and pressing his body to mine. “I was trying to behave myself. This isn’t helping. I think I have enough control for you to get dressed and to get you home without taking you but you’re going to need to stop wiggling your ass in my direction.”
“Hmm, that’s a plan, or you could just shut up and fuck me. Then you could take me back to the rec center so I can get my car, go home and get cleaned up.”
“Lindsay.” He rubbed against me.
“Consider it a parting gift, Exavier. For your time and company.”
“You’re coming on tour with me so there will be no parting, Linds,” he said, moving his hand around and onto my stomach.
“I’m not going on tour with you. I’m retired. Now, I’m horny and know I have to say goodbye to you soon, so if you don’t want to fuck me, please let me know. I’ll get dressed and we can head back.”
He held me to him and kissed the shoulder that had been injured in the panther attack. “Don’t try to shut me out, Linds. It won’t work. You can’t flip a switch, toss a wall up and think you won’t feel.”
Taking his hand in mine, I slid it down, under my thong and over my mound. He stiffened. I let out a soft laugh. “Mr. Kedmen, I believe that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Exavier sighed. “Get dressed, Lindsay. We’ve got to get to dinner.”
“We?”
“Umm, I have dinner plans tonight too.” He moved away from me. “Get dressed.”
Shrugging, I went to grab my pants. A tiny green snake slithered through the grass near them. I screamed and threw myself into Exavier’s arms. He chuckled and kissed my cheek. “It’s okay, baby. It’s a garter snake. It’s harmless.”
I shook as I clung to him, both of us on our knees, me clutching him for dear life.
He pointed at the snake. “Go. She doesn’t want you by her.”
I laughed at his antics but stopped the second the snake switched directions. It slithered off as though it had not only heard Exavier but understood him. “Xavs?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry I tried to treat you the way I treat every other man in my life. I just, umm, you make me nervous in a good way,” I whispered, ashamed of my vulnerability. I thought I was past that. Past the need to ever crave a man to the point I just wanted to be close to him for the sake of being close. I was wrong.”
