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“Hot damn,” the Spook Marsh King said while the Biting King whistled.
“Betty and Co.’s gonna love this news,” the Hurricane King chuckled. “Now I gotta talk Momma Claire into letting me hire Little Troy Abner as my foreman. Maybe Belle Eveque might phone her and have a lil persuasive convo.”
“Speaking of,” Nidev said. “Do you have anything to add to all of this?”
She looked around, with surprised brows, her shoulders raising. “Class is still at the same time? Tomorrow night at 7:00 PM,” she added with a little nod that brought a secret smile to the Marsh King leader. “That’s all I have, sorry,” she said with a wince.
Nidev nodded while Zodak stared at the woman, the urge to touch her strong. She knew things without knowing she did, he was sure. He would leave it for now. It would present when it was time.
“We will all be attending the classes,” Nidev assured.
Zodak wondered if he was included in theall.He wasn’t sure why he would be. Other than to gain knowledge. Was Seer going? He’d ask later. Perhaps he was to help others. He glanced over at his new partner, finding his eyes on him. He gave a single nod and Zodak returned it as the look in his gaze called his powers to immerse in him again. What did the Seer need to show him? He could hardly wait to learn that.
“We’ll adjourn for now,” Nidev said. “King Vex and Dalk would like to collaborate with your…Giga-Chad on the coming security details.”
This brought a mysterious round of chuckles from the Marsh Kings as Zodak quietly made his exit to his private chambers with the Seer following.
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Hurricane searched for the key to the new lock on the front door and quietly let himself in. Momma Claire Bear let him know Troy Abner’s bedtime was 8:00 PM and if he heard him return, he’d never fall back asleep. He grinned about it as he opened the door very carefully and peeked in. Everything was quiet and clean as a whistle. He carefully shut the door and locked it back, seeing a foil covered plate on the table. And a note?
He tiptoed across the creaky wood floor, glancing up the stairs as he did. At the table, he lifted the envelope and opened it. More than a note. He unfolded the letter, his guts tensing.
Dear Jeramiah,
Here are the details of my life I told you I would give.
Yep.Thatnote. He folded it back and returned it to the envelope, putting it in his back pocket. He slid the chair out and sat, working the foil lid off his food. “Yuuummy, Momma,” he muttered with a smile. He mixed up the rice and gravy and took a bite. Mmm-mmm. Damn she could cook. He shoveled a forkful of mashed potatoes in next and the butter brought a groan of pure ecstasy. He aimed at the green peas next. After one bite, he mixed them with his rice and gravy.
He glanced up when light creaks sounded on the stairs. Claire’s nightgown came into view first and he put his finger on his mouth, showing her he was being very quiet while she made her way to the table and opened a chair. He eyed her with her single braid hanging across the left side of her white cotton gown that left everything to the imagination. She was the picture of a sweet angel. His wife. “I got your letter, but I haven’t read it yet,” he whispered.
Her face fell and he suddenly remembered that kiss he’d given her. Fuck, he wanted to give her another. “Wait till I’m not around to read it,” she whispered back, eyes on the table.
“Alright,” he said, focusing on his food so he could put all his attention on her.
She took his plate the second he set his fork down and brought it to the sink. He followed her, standing just behind her while she washed his dish. “Thank you,” he leaned in and whispered next to her ear.
“Nothing to thank me for, just doing my duty as a wife.”
He moved to her other ear. “Mywife,” he corrected.
“Well…that’s what I meant of course,” she barely said. “Would you like a pie for dessert?”
“I’d like something else for dessert,” he decided to say.
“What is it, I can make just about anything you might want.”
He moved his mouth to her other ear now. “It’s already made. And she’s standing right here, smelling like a whole cake I wanna eat all at once.”
She shied away from him a little, like he might try to take a bite. “Don’t be silly, I can’t beeaten.”
His cock jerked at how serious she was then again at realizing she may not know a thing about it. “No?”
“No,” she gasped, stepping away and snatching a dishtowel. “You’re always pickin’ on me.”
He eased into her personal space again. “I could eat you just like you did me. Like a lollipop. One lick and suck till your all consumed.”
She set the bowl on the shelf, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Why are you running from me, Momma? I just wanna hug.” He slid his arms tighter around her and gave a soft moan at feeling her against him. “I missed you.” He barely pressed his mouth on her cheek, her gasp making his pulse rage. “You missed me?”
