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Mari Freeman
a clothes store on Canal Street, but he knew they both needed a set of clothes for the
journey home. She’d also gotten some water and protein bars.
They’d napped for a while after getting back to the room. “I’m going to shower.”
She looked at her watch. “Almost four hours. You’re probably okay now.”
He was. When he heard the shower running, Trent called forth his shift. It was
smooth and painless. He stayed still in his squatted position for several moments to
make sure none of the spell remained in his human form. Nothing unusual. The only
pain he felt was associated with being tired and beat up.
He walked into the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain back. Nell didn’t
flinch. He let his gaze roam up and down her curvy body. He needed to tell her all
kinds of things, but he really didn’t feel much like talking at the moment.
She smiled at him. “Coming in?” She backed up, giving him room under the flow of
water.
Trent accepted the invitation, stepping under the water. It was cooler than he’d
expected, giving him gooseflesh. It felt great after the last two days of being out in the
heat. He faced her as the water cascaded over his shoulders and down his chest.
Water turned her blonde hair darker and the curls hung thick and heavy, making
interesting designs as they lay against her skin. Before he had a chance to reach for her,
Nell put the flat of her hand against his chest. She looked frightened, unsure.
“Nell?”
She shook her head and bit her lip. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Trent.”
She didn’t look up from his chest. “This torture we put each other through.”
“Nell.” Trent gripped her wrist as lightly as he could, holding the connection
between them. “No more torture. No more back and forth. I may have been out of my
mind with that spell, but there was one thing I held on to.” She looked up, met his gaze.
“I love you. I can’t know the future. I have no doubt you’ll push me to madness at
times, but I need you. I need us.”
“What about the genetics, your concerns?”
“That’s history. I can’t forget it. I can be aware of it, make sure I don’t make the
mistakes of my fathers. I know that now. You trust me. I need to as well.”
She stepped up onto the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his. Trent thought
he was going to explode with relief. He was free to love her. Free to take her as a mate.
He put his hands on her shoulders and let them slide down her back, her slick skin
smooth and warm under this touch. He squeezed her ass cheeks, pulling her closer,
lifting her up to deepen the kiss.
She pulled away and grabbed the soap and made a big, sloppy handful of lather,
slathering it over his chest and stomach. She washed his shoulders, his arms and his
hands. Her slick fingers made a trail down his abdomen and over his swelling cock. He
braced himself on the tiles as her little hands squeezed him, pulling and rubbing his
cock and balls until he thought he was going to burst.
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