Each time it got more outlandish. Her personal favorite was a hungry raccoon at the 7-Eleven dropped down from the ice machine onto her shoulder and took a chip right out of her hand. When she took it back, the damn thing bit her.
Prowler wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing the back of her hand that still rested on her mark. “You know that look you get on your face every time you touch my mark is the same look you get when I’m eating your pussy.”
She spun in his arms. “Stop. What if Cass hears you?”
He liked how she still blushed when it came to sex talk in public. She was an absolute fearless goddess in the sack, but talk too loud in public, and she turned downright virginal.
“No.”
“No?”
“Yeah, no.” He moved her hand and kissed her mark. “This says I can talk about eating your pussy anytime I want to.”
“This?” She pointed to her mark. “Oh, I got this on Fremont one night. Me and my girlfriends were celebrating a little too hard, and there was a homeless man and a dog. When I tried to pet him, he bit me.”
“Wow, you tried to pet a homeless man? No wonder he bit you.” She stuck her tongue out at him and ducked under his arms.
Prowler followed, pulling her back. “Come on. We’ve got time for a quickie.”
“Riley Reynolds, that’s a bald-faced lie, and you know it. Your quickies take twenty minutes minimum, and with traffic, we’ll be late.”
The ride across town was faster than expected. After killing the engine, they both dismounted. Helmet off, Taylor opened the saddlebags and started removing covered dishes. She had to opt for smaller containers because of size restrictions, but she made it work.
“See that.” He thrust his wrist in her face. “We could’ve had a quickie, even my version of one, and still been on time. So, you owe me when we get home.”
“Home. I like the sound of that.”
Taylor thought listing her house and moving in with Prowler and Cass would feel restrictive, but it didn’t. If anything, she felt loved and accepted … free. Freer than she had ever been before.
“Hey, Prez.” Bulldog waved from across the street.
“Vice. How you liking the new digs?”
“I can’t complain. Better than the last shithole I lived in. Of course, the last tenant left one hell of a mess, but I got it cleaned up.”
“He has jokes,” Taylor delivered dryly.
She wasn’t quite ready to make light of what happened there, who died, how … but she wasn’t sad about it either. But make nomistake, she’d do it all over again if it meant protecting Cass. Or Prowler or any of the Kings.
They’d all welcomed her with open arms.
“We’ll drop off any leftovers in a few hours.”
Bulldog’s grin was massive. She knew the way to that bear’s heart.
“Woman, what are you doing with that one? You ever want a real man, call me.”
Prowler growled, and Taylor elbowed him. “Calm down, Cujo. You know he’s joking.”
“I know, but I can’t help it.” He sounded so pouty. “Maybe if I would’ve gotten that quickie …”
With that, Monster and Kansas came out of the door behind Bulldog.
“Did someone say leftovers?” Kansas said at the same time Monster spoke.
“Did someone say a quickie?”
Taylor rolled her eyes. Fucking shifter hearing. “I’m going to go ring the bell.”
