234 Grace: Do I Have Rabies?
234 Grace: Do I Have Rabies?
“Is he coming in?” Jer stage whispers to his sister.
My body still hums with the memory of last night, but my brain conjures up a mental spray bottle and spritzes down those thoughts immediately.
His gaze darkens further, and I stop pretending not to understand as I scoot an inch closer.
No! I’m against it. I’m a responsible mother and sex is definitely not going to distract me from being one. Clenching my hands and breathing in the night air, I’ve got myself convinced we’re just saying a brief hello and goodbye when my phone buzzes, distracting me from my mental gymnastics.
I might not be incredibly experienced in bedroom affairs, but I can feel the aura coming off this man and have no interest in creating an 18+ play for minors watching through the window, which means I need to keep myself away from temptation.
The action… I’m willing.
It feels a little like I’m sneaking out, despite Randy knowing exactly whose truck I’m rushing toward.
Then again, maybe Caine could drive off to a secluded little…
The timing, less so.
Caine sits motionless behind the wheel, one arm draped loosely over it as he turns to look at me. His face is sharp in the interior light, his brooding stare a little darker than normal.
The man’s a dictator. And yet…
Excited enough to ignore my identity as a human, despite how clear their disdain was for us just the other day.
Yes, this is the perfect topic to introduce, and I should, but instead the words that come out of my mouth are:
I slip the phone back into my pocket and glance toward the RV. With the blinds the lights on, it’s easy to see Sara and Jer still plastered to the glass, peering outside
up
and
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with curiosity and tracking my every move like baby versions of FBI agents.
Chapter 6
“I’ll heat up some leftovers-”
For the timing, to clarify. Not for the action.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask, my voice remarkably steady for the lewd thoughts running through my brain. “The kids want to say hi.”
My tongue darts out to lick my dry lips. I should introduce a neutral subject.
“Just five minutes, Grace.”
No. Bad Grace. Naughty girl, calm yourself down.
I blink. “I don’t know; do you?”
Ron’s the one to walk through the door first, though he pauses to give Bun–who’s ignoring him for noodle–head on the TV–a strange look before heading for the bathroom.
He acts so calm, like he isn’t burning with curiosity over our relationship, and my lips twitch a little. He and Dylan seem far too excited over their alpha being mated…
It makes me wonder how long they’ve been hoping for him to have a mate, and how they can throw their dignity to the ground to accept any mate at all.
“I already ate,” he calls over his shoulder as he disappears into the other bathroom. “I’m taking a shower,” he says, deliberately raising his voice a little.
Yes, yes. Bring the kids front and center so I don’t jump into the vehicle and make my way into his lap to do something I’ll regret later.
Randy settles into the kitchen with a dish towel, wiping crumbs off the counters as he says, “I’ll make sure he gets food when he’s done. The kids will be fine for ten minutes if you wish to say hello to the High Alpha.”
With purposefully light steps, I cross to the passenger side of the truck and open the door, peering inside with what I hope is casual nonchalance and not a lascivious stare as my eyes zero in on how his muscular thighs fill his jeans.
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His long fingers tap against the steering wheel as I plaster myself to the end of the bench, half my body pressed against the door. “Do I have rables?”
The ungrateful and obsessed toddler shouts, “Bye!” as she scoots a little closer to the TV, her limbs waving in an uncoordinated attempt to follow the dance moves.
The headlights are off, but the engine purrs. For a second, I hang back, memories of our last little… romp… in the truck flooding my head. Caine isn’t expecting round two, is he?
I glance back at the RV, where two curious pairs of eyeballs are still watching. “We can’t just―”
Because I am… against it. Yes. I’m a responsible mother who would definitely not canoodle in the truck when she has children peering out the window. 2
No further.
[CAINE: Get over here.] 2
My heart skips a thrilled beat as I hustle out the door, pushing it shut behind me with a firm click.
Ron shoots me an even stranger look, one I interpret as she used to love me before you came along and now you’re corrupting her with this?, but I hope my telepathy with the older kid is on the fritz and I’m wrong.
Jer and Sara, meanwhile, don’t even care about Ron, too busy peering out the window still.
“Let’s find somewhere a little quieter to park.”
Expecting it to be Lyre or the App, I pull out my phone, only to shiver at the message on my screen.
I take a deep breath, willing my pulse to slow.
Oh. The dog and cat have run off. Maybe Randy and Dylan haven’t reported it to him yet. I could start there; pets running off is not the kind of conversation where hands end up under shirts and then you end up in awkward situations where you’re not sure if you’re a virgin or not anymore.
The glow of my phone casts blue shadows across my face as I stare at Caine’s text.
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Three words. That’s all it takes for my stomach to clench and my pulse to skip.
“I don’t know. Maybe he’s just going to live in the driveway?” Sara answers with extreme doubt, switching to a new section of glass as if that will give her a better idea of what’s going on.
“Get in,” he says.
Drool.
“I’ll be back, then.”
My spine turns into a limp noodle with the way his voice caresses my name, and I hop inside before realizing I’m doing it.
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Someone’s leaning into her slut side and I am here for it.
Also, I have accidentally* (ahem) acquired a puppy. I was going to write this chapter last night but… crate training is rough….
Lenaleia
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