spices. At least
it was something.
Crouching she looked in the one
Rhys had left open and found some pots and pans. Pulling one out she set it on
the counter, upsetting some dust which then caused her to have a sneezing fit.
Rubbing her nose, she got up and surveyed the cabin.
Planting her hands on her hips, she
decided to clean the place up a bit. Opening all the cupboard doors she
searched for a dustpan and brush and a cloth and finally found them.
Half an hour later she had managed
to remove most of the dust, though there was still a lot floating in the air;
swept the floor and cleaned the windows, which were now letting the soft afternoon
sunlight into the room and giving it a more homely air.
Wiping her sweaty brow, she
surveyed the room and smiled proudly. At least it looked liveable now or at the
least, ready for a romantic interlude.
A car engine rumbling to life
outside had her tensing. Stealthily moving to the window she peeked around the
sill and saw Rhys sitting behind the wheel and let out a relieved breath. He
was back.
Kaitlin walked outside and waited.
“I’m going to head back into town
and grab a few things,” he called through the open window.
Condoms?
She raised her chin slightly in
understanding and watched as he spun the car around and then drove away from
her, whipping up a dust cloud as he sped off down the dirt road.
Her lust was under control once
more and it seemed so was his. If only for a couple of hours because when
midnight came she would shift to her puma form and he to his wolf form and they
would mate, probably for hours.
If her puma submitted to
him, that was.
Female puma’s were very particular
about who they mated with and would only submit if they believed the male was
good enough for the job.
She had a feeling both herself and
the puma would quite happily spread their legs to have Rhys inside them. He was
alpha material after all. But then again, she didn’t have full control of her
puma so who knew what might happen.
Shaking her head to clear those types
of thought, she went back inside. Maybe she should make dinner?
Fifteen minutes later, she was just
pouring a tin of stewed steak into a pan, to make some sort of curry, when her
phone started ringing. With a frown she pulled it from her pocket and checked
the caller ID. It was Tito.
Biting her lip with indecision she
played out how the conversation would go if she answered and then what might
happen if she didn’t. Her parents were expecting her to be with Tito during her
needing and if they found out she wasn’t…well, things could get ugly.
Decision made, she accepted the
call. “Hey?”
“Hey, babe,” Tito drawled in his
low voice. “Where are you? The full moon will be on us in a few short hours,
why don’t you come over now?”
“Actually, I’m busy right now,” she
hedged, biting her lip in the hopes he’d believe her.
“Doing what?” He asked, his voice
clearly letting her know he thought she was deranged, giving up sex time with
him for something—anything—else.
“Stuff,” she told him lamely.
The growl of Rhys’ car coming back
up the drive had her pausing. She watched as the car pulled up outside and he
climbed out. Her breath caught. He’d removed his shirt somewhere along the way
and her mouth watered at the sight of his muscled chest glinting in the late
afternoon sun.
Rhys’ gaze locked with hers and an
involuntary sound left her. He started towards her purposefully, the small box
of condoms visible in his hand and she trembled.
“Are you masturbating? Seriously,
babe, come over and I’ll take care of it for you. I’ll take care of you ,”
his voice went low and smooth but it didn’t affect her the same way Rhys’ did.
She blinked slowly; suddenly
realising she was still on the line with Tito.
Kaitlin opened her mouth to say
something but gasped when hands fastened on her waist from behind.
“Babe, your little moans and gasps are
turning me on big time. Come over