Chapter 30

As we climbed into Ethan’s truck, he was on the phone with Ember, informing her he was bringing home two guests.

Within half an hour and for the second time in less than a week, I found myself outside his home, a spooked Thurston sitting in my lap, eerily silent for once.

As I clutched Thurston within my arms, Ethan helped me climb from the cab of the pickup.

Placing his hand on my back, he guided me toward the front door.

As we entered, a frowning Ember and an over-exuberant Flanagan greeted us. Thurston let out a terrified shriek, before tearing the hide off my shoulder, as he peeled out and took off into the house.

My cry of pain accompanied his departure, the scratches from his claws setting my shoulder on fire.

Though grudgingly given, through the chaos of fleeing cat, as well as Flanagan’s insane barking as he gave pursuit, Ember offered to find some antiseptic cream.

A few minutes later, when she’d returned to the room, she made her way back over to where I stood, handing the cream in my direction.

Flanagan continued barking at Thurston, who’d crammed himself under an end table. Hissing and snarling, he struck at Flanagan with a ferocious speed with his paw as Flanagan, using his much larger one, attempted to drag the cat out from its hiding place.

Disorder reigned, and it seemed Ethan finally reached his breaking point. “Will you shut the hell up Flanagan?” he roared, as stalking over to the pup, he picked him up.

Turning, arms full with a wiggling, squirming Flanagan, he peered in my direction. “I’ll go find you something to change into, that way you can take a bath,” he murmured

Five minutes later, I gazed down at the mass of foamy bubbles in the bathtub. Warmth spread throughout me that Ethan would think of such a luxury to add to my water. Dropping to my knees, I knelt beside the tub, scooping up a handful of the bubbles. Blowing on them, I watched as they floated in the air before disintegrating into nothing. With a giggle, I stood and tugged my shirt over my head. I sniffed at the heavy, cloying scent of the smoke that clung to the material, almost gagging.

Pulling off my shoes, socks, and jeans, I left them in a pile, as stripping out of my panties and bra I laid them on top. Stepping over the side of the tub, I sank into its depths with a grateful sigh, then hunching over, I drew my knees to my chest. Within seconds, the tears for all I had lost and continued to lose in my life merged with the bathwater that quivered around me with my silent sobs.

When the storm of tears had passed, I climbed from the bathtub and grabbed the fluffy towel that hung nearby.

After drying, I picked up the shirt Ethan had given me to wear, but not seeing any shorts, I glanced around. They had to be there somewhere. Maybe I had dropped them when I’d picked the shirt up off the bed, I surmised.

With a shrug, I pushed my arms into the sleeves of the button-up shirt and set about rolling the sleeves up to my elbows, following the action by fastening the shirt’s buttons. When I’d finished, I gathered my soiled clothing and wrapped them in the towel I’d dried off with, before making my way into the bedroom.

Eyes roaming the floor, I searched for the shorts but didn’t find them. Standing motionless for several seconds, I debated about digging out my dirty underwear and slipping them back on since I had nothing else to cover my bare ass. After only a few seconds of indecision, I knew I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t slip the smoke-scented garment back on. Finally, feeling immodest as hell at my nakedness beneath the shirt, I exited the room.

As my feet padded across the plush carpeting in the hallway, I made a mental note to ask Ethan for the forgotten shorts. However, I drew to a stop before stepping into the kitchen, as I overheard Ember hiss, “Why the hell should it surprise me you don’t want to go fuck? Fucking me has become a big issue with you. My God, we rarely even sleep in the same bed anymore. I mean, shit Ethan, it’s been a fucking long time!”

I heard Ethan snort. “Well, excuse the hell out of me for not feeling like being your, ready to go, genuine play pony, lately. Besides, you’re like a damn banshee when you fuck. I sure, as shit ain’t gonna be rude and subject her to that… So, if you got a hankering, go satisfy your appetite across town with one of your boy-toys!”

“Why the hell did you bring her here, anyway? Couldn’t you have at least taken her to a motel or something?” Ember spat.

On that note, I knew it was time for me to go. Surely, a hotel somewhere had a vacancy where I could rent a room for the night.

Turning, I prepared to head back to the guest room and gather my things, but tripped over Thurston and at the action, he let out the third of his blood-curdling shrieks since we’d arrived, then took off like a bat out of hell again, a black and white blur of fur.

The sound of his cry had both Ember and Ethan jerking around, and as Ember stared at me, taking in my appearance, her eyes narrowed, turning hard and flinty: a look of dislike stealing across her features.

ETHAN

Unaware of the look Nicole was receiving from Ember, I was battling with the horny bugger in my jeans, as my dick had jumped to stone-hard attention at the sight of her. Her legs, long, tanned, and striking, tapered from beneath the cut of my dress-shirt, the sight of them making me silently groan, ‘Why, oh why, God, do you keep doing this to me?’’

The more I stared, the larger my erection grew until the pair of cut-off sweats I wore, became tented like a motherfucker. Turning, as there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about my condition, I made it over to the small counter island in the center of my kitchen.

Using it to hide my massive hard-on, I prayed my sprung dick would shrink to a non-threatening size before I embarrassed the shit out of myself. I was already oozing pre-cum, and a visible wet spot was not far off.
Resting my hands on the countertop, I leaned into it, closing my eyes as I drew in a deep breath. It would be a while before my dick quit sniffing at Nicole’s scent and my balls stopped aching like son of a bitches, and I knew I needed something to get my mind off the sight before me.

Sliding sideways behind the counter, I was thankful the refrigerator was just to the side of the island as I gathered everything I needed to make chocolate malts.

When I’d finished preparing the treats, I resigned myself to the fact I was just going to have cum soaked sweats and turned toward Nicole. “Want a malt?”