Exton

I'm pretty good at controlling what shows on my face, so no one knows how antsy it's making me, living in this mausoleum. We can't leave till Raina's fit to travel, and that's at least twenty-four hours from now. Checking out the house kills two birds with one stone - it gets us one step closer to having our own place, and it gets me out of the Manse before I go bughouse nuts. Gareth talks while he gets dressed; Ky headed next door to spend some time with Raina - and, I'm sure, to give Gareth and I some time together.

"Should we tell Raina where we're going?"

"No, just tell her I'm going stir-crazy - it's true enough. I want the house to be a surprise - if we end up buying it."

Gareth grins. "You are so bad...."

I give the grin right back. "I'm good when it counts."

"Don't I know it." He ties a shoe and stands. "Well, I'm ready."

I look him over unhurriedly. Perfect as a centerfold, as always. I smile, a trifle regretfully.

"You look good enough to eat." The grin grows broader. "But then we'd miss our appointment, and I really need to get out of here. So this will have to do for now…."

I pull Gareth into my arms, tight against my body. He shivers as my cool lips trace his throat and then find his lips, tongues intertwining, my hands moving up and down his muscled back, squeezing his ass. I whisper something and he groans and grinds hard against me.

It takes us a minute or two to get things back under control; then we go next door to Raina's room.

K'thyri is there, and she and Raina are kissing, slowly and thoroughly and passionately; holding each other tightly, straining against one another, moaning softly.

I give Gareth a wry smile. "Gareth, ol' pal... looks like they won't miss us after all."