Chapter 17
Dalton and I barely get inside my house before he is stripping off my clothes. “Bring out your toybox, hun. It’s time to have some fun.”
Some honeymoon details have to be left to the imagination … but I did learn some new ways to use my toys. We don’t bother putting on clothes for the first couple of days. And I was so well distracted that I didn’t once hear the fireworks this year.
However, by Tuesday morning, we are both missing having Trayven with us, so Dalton sends him a message that simply says, ‘come home’. Tray’s response of ‘on my way’ comes back within seconds.
It is almost noon on Wednesday when I finally crawl out of bed, extremely sore from the activities the day before … and into the night … and this morning … I have been stuffed and stretched in ways that I did not think was possible … not even in my wildest fantasies.
I have bite marks and scratch marks – all in areas that are not easily visible. But I gave as good as I got, meaning both guys are sporting a few marks themselves.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I sit on the edge of the bed, tempted to go back to sleep. I know the guys have been up for a while, but the house is quiet. They must be outside or maybe ran to town for supplies.
I put on an overly large sleep shirt and head into the kitchen to fix my iced coffee. I can hear the guys outside, working on the foundation for the sunroom. I curl up on the loveseat to drink my coffee and wake up a bit, sitting on a couple extra pillows. Baby Ruth curls up on my feet.
Dalton comes in the back door and notices that I am awake. He leans down in front of me, giving me a deep, lingering kiss. He slides his hand under my shirt, but I stop him before he can get very far up my thighs.
“Aww, is someone a little tender today?” I stick my tongue out at him in response. He chuckles and gives me another kiss.
“Get dressed, baby. Then come outside. I want you to meet the Jackal.”