“I’ll go get something to catch it with.” I immediately thought of my old lacrosse stick from high school. It had a net on the end and it was long, keeping me from having to get too close to any rodent. I dug it out from the back corner of the office closet before making my way back down the hallway, feigning some of my old moves. Yeah, I still had it going on.
“Hurry up!” she barked at me.
Apparently, Justine wasn’t a lacrosse fan. As I got closer, I could see she was shaking. She was so lucky she had me to do these kinds of things for her. I didn’t want to say it out loud, but rats scared the crap out of me, too.
I looked over at Justine and held my finger to my lips in the universal sign of “be quiet,” then held the stick in front of me as a weapon while I crept over to the door and turned the handle.
I threw back the door and burst into the laundry room, but I couldn’t get a bead on it. I tiptoed stealthily over to the washer and dryer and leaned over to see which machine it was hiding behind. Nothing.
“It’s not in here, babe. Are you sure you saw one?” She turned on me in outrage.
“Of course I did! Would I scream for you otherwise? Find it and kill it.”
“I’m not going to kill it. I’m strictly catch and release.” Just then I saw a movement to my left and instinctively swung the stick toward it, capturing the beast for my love. A split second later a tiny field mouse shot through the mesh of the stick and back into the kitchen.
“There it is! There it is!” Justine was screaming and pointing to the wall so I yanked the back door open, allowing it to escape into the grass. I turned around to receive my praise, but found Justine collapsed on the island, shaking uncontrollably.
“Are you okay? Baby, talk to me. It was only a little mouse.” She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but she suddenly burst into laughter.
“You looked hilarious. Omigod, first you were posing and then you were stalking it, and your wiener was hanging out the whole time.” She took a deep breath, only to start cackling again.
I looked down and saw that my dick was poking out of the flap in the front of my boxer briefs.
“You think my wiener looks funny, do you?” I put on the most menacing look I could muster as said wiener took it upon itself to stiffen and enlarge.
“Yes, but maybe I just need to see it up close.”
Oh yeah, now I was going to get my reward. “By all means, check it out.” I stifled a groan as she scooted off of the island and stood in front of me, grasping my cock between her fingers.
“Hmm. It looks much more sinister up close, but I need to be sure.” She dropped to her knees in front of me, pulling my boxers down and over my, now huge, erection.
“I don’t hear any laughing.” I stiffened as she leaned forward and enveloped my dick with her lips.
“Nnnmmn,” she hummed, sending a shock wave through my body. She pulled back, making a popping sound as she released my rod from her mouth. “It appears I was mistaken. It’s actually quite intimidating.” She stayed where she was and looked up at me. “What can I do to repay you for your act of bravery?”
I felt like a knight (a Jedi one) who just won the hand of a fair maiden.
“You were off to a pretty good start.” A second later she cupped my balls with one hand and used the other to grip my ass and pull me closer to her head. Yes! If this was how she wanted to thank me for ridding our house of pests, I vowed to jump to attention the next time she squealed at a spider in the bathtub.
I had to restrain myself from thrusting my hips and shoving my cock farther down her throat; for some reason that really pisses her off. I gasped as she scraped her teeth lightly up my shaft. Damn, I was already about to blow, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over, yet. “Stop. I need a second.”
“It’s now or never. Your parents will be here any minute and you still need to get dressed.” Oh yeah, that’s what I’d been doing when she’d screamed. I’d better let her finish me off, then.
No sooner had I had the thought, then the damn doorbell started ringing. Motherfucker! Why?
Justine shrugged and pulled my underwear up before standing. “Sorry.”
“Not as sorry as I am.” The bell pealed again.
“Coming,” Justine called as she walked toward the front door, leaving me to sprint to the bedroom to finish dressing. It took a couple of minutes before my cock deflated to a size suitable for company.
By the time I came out of hiding, Mom and Dad were sitting on the stools in the kitchen while Justine slid a tray of onion tartlets in front of them. Dad looked over his shoulder at me and wagged his eyebrows. He somehow knew what he’d interrupted. Cockblocker! I sent him a glare and continued into the kitchen. The sooner we ate, the sooner this evening would be over and we could get back to the important stuff.
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Fire & Ice Books 1 & 2 © 2013 by Genevieve Jourdin
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Table of Contents
Just Add Heat
Unnamed
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Prologue
Prologue as Epilogue
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