That Rex Gotta Roar - Julia Mills Page 0,44
didn’t know existed, my Mate owning all that I was, completely undid me. I had no idea where I ended, and he began, and it was nothing short of amazing.
“Trust me, Clem. I've got you, and I’m never letting go.”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth, than Tank groaned and thrust so hard we were well and truly one for all time. The exquisite sensation undid the last of my resolve. There was no denying Fate. So, I did as my Mate asked…I let go and trusted.
Coming together with such force that our bodies shook, our hearts skipped a beat, and lights flashed like fireworks in the darkness, I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness for a second or two, and that was just fine and dandy with me. ‘Cause floating back to reality, all I could do was smile at the feel of Tank’s butterfly kisses on my face and neck.
Rolling to the side, taking me with him, where I ended up sprawled across his body, boneless and spent, a peace I hadn’t known possible flowed through me. Squinting my eyes, I turned my head and looked up only to find my sexy Mate looking at me with so much love, a lump rose in my throat. Swallowing a couple of times before I could speak, my voice still sounded rough and gravely as I whispered, “I love you, Tank Thomas. I’ll love you from here to the hereafter and five miles past that.”
Grinning like only a well-loved man can, my hunka-hunka-prehistoric hotness winked before snuggling us under the blankets and vowing, “We aren’t ever leaving this bed.”
To which, I replied, “Okay, Big Man, but there’s one thing I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
"And what's that?" He lifted his head and looked down at me with his brows furrowed, and those very kissable lips pursed.
Trying hard not to laugh at how serious he was looking at me, I just came right out with it, "You don't even think about calling me Tweety, and I'll try not to call you, Barney ever again, deal?"
Laughing so loud I'm sure my Flock heard it all the way inside Jenn's cottage as Tank tickled me and teased, "Oh, no, way, no deal," I knew without a single doubt that this was my happily ever after and all I could do was thank my lucky stars.
THE END
P.S. Cassandra did wake up early the next morning, and boy, was she pissed. Good thing, Tank and I can't get enough of each other and have replayed the whole 'blessed event' for her over and over again. I'm pretty sure it's the only reason she's still talking to either one of us, which I guess is okay.
OH! And, looks like Moni just might’ve gotten bit by the lovebug. She’s keeping it pretty hush hush, but I plan to find out what’s going’ on just as soon as Tank lets me outta the house. HA! Y'all take care! See ya' next time you're around these parts.
XOXO, Clem
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Chapter One
“Nooooooooooo!”
“Yes!”
“No! Nonononononononononono ~ Noooooooooooooo!’
“Yes, dammit! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
As you can see, I totally had the situation under control. Sure, to the outside observer ~ the untrained eye ~ it might’ve looked like I was chasing a four-foot-eleven-inch wailing woman with flaming red feathers covering her head and chest, bright blue and brilliant yellow plumage adorning her back, and an extremely long, straight-as-an-arrow, felt-like-a-dagger-when-slicing-at-your-shins tail of the same brilliant color scheme, but I assure you, it was the treatment I’d prescribed for the patient.
Everyone knows Parrots need an incredible amount of exercise. They need to spread their wings, feel the wind in their feathers, get the blood pumping. It was all part of the regim…oh, fuck it! Who the hell am I kidding? I was outta my depth, in