“Oookay. I am going to take that as a no, no sex. Are you…shy or something?”
Shy? I do not know this word. “Explain?”
“Embarrassed? Don’t want anyone to see you kissing Mom? Are you worried what others will think?”
I frown. “Mouth kiss only in dark, yes?”
“Er, no?”
Interesting. I do not know what to make of that. Does she not want the others to see us kissing? Is that why she only instigates it at night? “Dakota cover Murr.” I indicate my hips, where I normally wear a wrap at Dakota’s urging. “Is not…” I struggle for the words. Is it not a claim of some kind? Her acknowledging me as her personal territory?”…wife?”
“Does Mom cover you up because you’re hers? Is that what you’re asking?” She shakes her head. “It’s probably because you’re going balls out and she’s weird about me seeing it. Or Aggie. Aggie’s kind of a horn dog.”
So it’s not her claiming me. She is “weird” about it. “Explain ‘weird’.”
Rabbit tries to, rambling on and on with many words…but a new thought enters my head. Is it possible that Dakota does not want to kiss me or see me bare because she is ashamed to be with me? That she acknowledges I am not worthy of her attention?
CHAPTER 54
MURR
“Dakota…not love Murr?”I ask, disappointed. Have I been wrong about all of this the entire time? Am I a fool for imagining that someday she will ask for my bite?
Rabbit puts her hands up, surprise on her face. “Wait, whoa, that’s not what I said. Back up.”
I take a step back.
She shakes her head again. “No, no. Let’s start over, Murr. Forget what I just told you, okay? I’m messing this up.”
Rabbit seems distressed that I am misunderstanding her. “I no forget?—”
Her hands go up in the air again. “I’m using the wrong words. Wait, okay?”
I nod, aching. This conversation has been a terrible one and I am left questioning everything. Dakota always seems so enthusiastic when we kiss. I love the sounds she makes, and I can smell her arousal when we are together. All of this makes no sense and conflicts with what I thought was happening between us.
Rabbit eyes me. “Do you like my mother?”
“Murr love,” I declare. “Dakota love Murr?”
“I don’t know. That’s between you and my mom. I do think she likes you a lot,” Rabbit says. “Being around you makes her very happy. She smiles a lot and she watches you all the time.”
This does not sound bad. Some of my anxiety eases.
She purses her lips. “But my mother loves to control everything.”
“This…is bad?” It does not sound bad to me, but perhaps I misunderstand again.
“Look at how she treats Dottie and Aggie. She fusses over them. Bosses them around. Puts them to bed at night.” She thinks for a moment, scanning our surroundings. Then she lights up. “She thinks of them as her kittens and she is the mama cat.”
I nod, thoughtful. I have seen this. Dakota has a big heart and wishes to care for all around her.
“You need to make sure she does not see you as a kitten,” Rabbit tells me. “She needs apartner, not another kitten.”
This is…interesting. “Dakota not see Murr as…wife?”
Her hands go up again. “Again, I don’t know. But I’m saying that if you want her as your wife, then you need to make suresheknows. I like you and I’m giving you two my blessing.”
“Bless-ing. Explain?”
