Chapter 2

M aking my way back to my place to change and regroup, I quelled the ick face I felt coming over me and the squeal I was squishing back down into my throat because, my god, it was just vomit. It's just a little baby upchuck. I can handle it. No need to squeal internally and resist the urge to fling my hands about and piss and moan. I'm a big girl now. Joanie does not make the ick, yuck, ew face at a little puke! I'm made of sterner stuff than that!

Shrieking like an idiot was reserved for- No sooner had I thought it, thick arms reached out for me and I gave a live action demonstration of what I'd been holding in, in stereo.

A thick hand clamped over my mouth and a grumbled, "Why my Jojo be so loud? Who her think has her, hmm?"

When I stilled, urging my heart to quit trying to pound right out of my chest, my grabby handsy idiot let out a long, happy rumble that had me shivering from head to toe as it vibrated his chest and right into my back.

Leaning in as if he meant to sniff at my nape, he paused when he got a good old whiff of what I'd been up to. Should I say, or what had been dumped into my lap, barf.

With a grunt, he released me quicker than you could say Peter Piper picked a peck o' what?

"Baby vomit. My new favorite perfume," I chortled out sarcastically on a poorly muffled snort at the look on his face.

Blinking, scowling down at me as I glanced up at him from over my shoulder, he took so long in answering I wondered if I'd broken his brain.

"Yes," he said simply at first, elaborating when my eyebrows shot up as he glanced around and, seeing as we were the only ones around, hoisted me into his arms to cart me off in the total opposite direction of either of our places, "Jojo be'd with more."

"You think I need more baby vomit?" I sputteringly questioned. "More?" I reiterated. One glance down at my lap and I fake gagged. "If you're trying to be funny, it's not working, mister."

"No mister. No try beed funny," Rek grunted out as he toted me wherever and my crazy gaga for him butt let him do as he pleased.

It made me feel like a freaking princess, a poorly protesting, feisty lady of a maiden who'd been taken by the morally grey character everyone was struggling to root for, so freaking sue me.

Was this some weird, playful thing he was trying to pull off? I needed more baby vomit?

We'd been walking for a bit as I contemplated this.

"I dunno where you're going with that line of silliness but if you think you're…" My voice trailed off as I spied the first frothy bit of steam.

Much like the hot springs spot in front of my one and done previous Yeti hybrid captor's home, Rek had found a similar ‘cuzzi in the wild.

My grip on him tightened. "I thought you didn't want anyone to-"

Before I could finish that sentence, Rek had plucked me from my death grip on him, hoisting me up until he was holding me out and away from him, to dump me, making weird squawking noises at him punctuated by tiny little eeps, right into the damn warm watering hole he'd brought me to.

Tumbling in, I scrambled for the surface, screeching the bastard's name the second crisp, chilly air smacked me in the face.

"OH! You fat headed, ridiculous-" I exploded as I shoved my hair out of my face, legs kicking wildly beneath me to keep me afloat.

Rek jumped in with me, splashing me liberally in the process.

His laughter as he snatched me up and began aiding me in divesting myself of my soaked clothes made me want to slap him and kiss him simultaneously.

"You as-" My words were cut off as his mouth met mine, a happy grumble of a rumble rattling his chest.

"Mine," he muttered between stolen kisses.

One kiss led to another, heating quicker and quicker, until hands were grabbing, clothes tore, and moans and purred growls soon filled the air.

Rek had brought us far enough out I wasn't exactly worried about us being overheard but there was still that slim chance.

"Jojo-mine," he growled out softly, purring the words as he threatened to kiss , tempt, tease, every inch of me that devilish mouth of his could reach.

"Oh- Oh- Oh," I kept muttering as he wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting me up to line us up, planting torture-kisses— as I called the sensuous onslaught of nibbling, biting kisses he peppered across my throat— as he went, and then slid right home.

He was like a male possessed, a beast man in the flesh, driving into me hard and fast enough to make my teeth rattle and my slit weep, pressing me into the muddy wall of the little hot spot we'd overtaken with abandon.

"Mine," Rek kept muttering, going for broke, pounding me into a muddy side wall until we both flew over the edge.

Cuddling me to his chest, gripping the tall lip of our hot water spot, his toe claws dug into the sides kept us in place. He didn't seem in any all fired rush to hop out, find me some dry clothes, and get me back to my place before anyone noticed anything was amiss.

This was kinda nice. It was a rarity for him to be all sweet and snuggly after a quickie romp out in the wilds.

My fingers played in his mane, sifting through the oddly textured strands. Some bits felt soft as puppy silk, others coarse and thick.

"What's come over you?" I purred between stolen kisses, smiling against happy rumbling lips. "I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything," I was quick to add.

"Mine," was all he'd offer, taking my lips once more in a way that left nothing to the imagination about what, exactly, he had in mind for the next few hours.

I obliged, of course, because I'm a glutton, a masochist, the maker of my own hotmess-ery.

Oh, but it was so worth the potential chaos.