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“I saw this in a movie once.”
“Ah. It’s gallant to say the least.” He grinned and spun then spent several minutes trying to cram the key to the backdoor of my store into the keyhole. I leaned close, pressing my chest into his back. “Try to silver one,” I whispered beside his ear. He shivered and my cold toes curled inside my boots.
“Right. Duh Bailey.” He glanced back at me sheepishly. The moment the door opened Legolas began regaling me with tales of his displeasure. I flipped on the light and waved Bailey in.
“Be it ever so humble,” I said as I shucked off my wet coat and boots. He did the same. We hung the coats on a stand and left the snowy boots on a mat to dry. Then I hustled to the cage to free my ferret. Bailey came with me, beautiful eyes wide. “This is Legolas. He’s a little shit but I do love him.” I snuggled the ferret close to my cheek, rubbing my nose into his soft fur. “If you have any kind of cord that you value keep it well hidden.”
“Oh he’s a cord-chewer, eh? My sister’s cat does that. I’ve lost count of how many phone chargers she’s had to buy. Will he let me hold him? I’ve never made friends with a ferret before.”
I handed Legolas over. Bailey passed his posy and controller to me. Generally he was quite personable. The ferret eyed him. There was no hissing or other sounds of mustela upset so I felt comfortable letting them get to know each other. It was an instant friendship. Legolas climbed to his shoulder then tried to wiggle into his sweater. That made Bailey laugh out loud. Smiling, I hustled into the kitchen to get the bouquet into a bud vase and round up some snacks.
Once we had chips, dip, and soda at the ready, we sat on the sofa as Legolas zoomed around the apartment. While we signed into our accounts Legolas ran by with a sock and zipped under the sofa with it. Then he tried to haul Bailey’s shoe into his cache. Once we had the shoe back the little shit discovered the bowl of corn chips.
“So this is life with a ferret huh?” Bailey snorted in amusement as I scooped the ferret up and a corn chip fell out of his mouth to the floor.
“This is life with a ferret,” I sighed dramatically then gave the rascal a kiss on his furry head. “I try not to let him eat a lot of junk, but there’s just no stopping him from cleaning up crumbs.”
“Or outright stealing a corn chip,” Bailey chuckled. I nodded. “He’s really cute. I bet he’s good company.”
“Yeah, he’s the best investment I ever made, even if I do run through phone chargers at an astronomical rate.”
Ferret shenanigans keeping us both entertained, we launched a new game, transported our two players, and entered the world ofSpellborn Warsside-by-side. When Bailey said he was new to the game he wasn’t lying. The only things he had in his possession was a crappy sword, some pathetic leather armor, and one boot. He’d not made enough gold to buy the other. Poor guy. I loaned him some gold and we got him better armor and a boot. How could a man fight a troll queen with one boot?
He leaned over his controller, his attention on the game now. Even Legolas scampering around his feet couldn’t pull him from the adventure we were in. I led him into the rainbow forest, playing my enchanted lute. My character was a fair representation of me, minus twenty years and forty pounds. Bailey’s warrior was so beautiful—big, strong, sexy—just like him.
We met the troll queen after a few random encounters with her minions, the half-trolls. Bailey had good reflexes, that was for sure. And he was vocal. He’d shout and grunt at each hit he took or delivered. His antics made me laugh.
“Oh shit! Did youseethat?! What kind of spell is that she’s using?!” He yelped when a blue ball of energy knocked him right out of his brand new boots. “Damn her warty ass!”
That one cracked me up. “Okay, let’s regroup. Stay behind me while I enchant her with the Song of Talla Bay.”
Once the troll queen dozed off Bailey ran in and stabbed her right in her warty ass, and a few other places as well. The evil troll queen died. We shared the gold and treasure horde that she’d been guarding—all stolen from innocent people who happened to stumble across her—and went to the nearest tavern to eat, drink grog, and take a room for the night to rest.
I peeked at the clock and was shocked to see it was near midnight. Bailey was dipping a corn chip into a jar of zesty cheese dip when I looked over. He smiled around the chip. I watched spellbound as he licked a droplet of cheese from his lower lip. He chewed slowly, his gaze catching mine and holding it.
“Do you want to play more or do...something else?” I asked, my voice raspy from the lust and apprehension clogging my throat.
“Something else. If you want.”
Oh yes, I sure did want. I stood and offered him my hand. He tossed his controller to the coffee table. It landed next to the sleeping ferret who came awake with a soft snore. That amused Bailey to no end.
“Let me get him tucked in,” I said, but Bailey was already in the mood for something else.
He gave my hand a small tug that pulled me into his chest. His mouth covered mine, seeking, exploring, tasting. I opened for him, leading our joined hands down between us. He gasped into my mouth when the back of my hand brushed his erection. The kiss then morphed from a sweet, slow thing into a rabid, hungry thing. He grabbed a hip to align us better then rocked into me. I groaned at the jolt, moving my leg closer. We sucked on each other’s tongues as we pumped. When we broke apart we were both hot, breathless, and hard as locust fence posts.
“God,” I panted then eased away. His cheeks were flushed with passion, his pupils blown. “Let me tuck him in.”
“Sorry, I just...sorry.” He took a few steps back, his dick pressing against his zipper.
“God do not be sorry. It’s been years since I’ve been kissed like that.”
I licked my lips then scooped up Legolas and placed him into his cage. After checking the new lock, I turned to see Bailey leaving the kitchen with his bouquet resting in the cut crystal vase.
“I thought this would be romantic beside the bed,” he said shyly.
“That’s perfect.” I led him by the hand to my bedroom. It wasn’t really anything epic or beautifully decorated. It was a nice room, kind of boring, but comfortable. Like me, I guess. He placed the vase next to the small tan lamp on the bedstand.
Looking at the man now wrestling his sweater over his head, I felt that twinge of self-doubt appear. He wasted no time in shedding his jeans, boxers, and socks. Words failed me as I gazed upon him.
