38. Tuvid

38

TUVID

N either of us planned for a high-speed road chase, not when I could follow from above.

We'd left early because we wanted to be in position long before the culprit arrived with Jasper.

Following the directions, she guided the rental truck out of town and down an old logging road full of ruts and boulders struggling to make their way through the muddy dirt track. The road emptied out in a meadow, the arranged meeting place. For a male who suggested he wasn't into subterfuge, Jasper had sure picked an out of the way spot for the keg exchange. Was he as uninvolved as he'd implied, or was he in on this with whoever might show up today? We'd soon find out.

I'd scoped out the location yesterday afternoon, so I knew there was a falling down shed in the woods beyond the meadow. I'd found nothing inside the single room shed but scraps of paper and broken tools strewn across the floor; no indication anyone had been inside for years. And no kegs of beer, unfortunately .

As I landed, Angie got out of the vehicle, wrangling her tail and wings. She looked adorable, though I wasn't going to name it. She was taking this quite seriously, as she should, and the last thing she needed to hear was how gorgeous I found her in her red gargoyle suit. It was actually quite realistic, even if the color was odd. But gargoyles did occasionally come in other shades, though most of us were blue. If there had been time, we could've ordered her something that wasn't quite so . . . garish.

"We've got almost an hour before they get here." She scratched her thigh, but I doubted she could feel the rub through the neoprene, and wiggled her spine. "I'm hot. Sweaty. And I'm trying not to realize I have to pee."

"We have time to get you out of it and back in before they arrive."

She winced. "I hate to ask."

"Let's do it." I took her hand and led her over to the shed, probably the best place to remove and help her back into the suit.

"Cobwebs," she said as I urged her inside. "Too many cobwebs!"

Because tears had started to trickle down her neoprene face, we left the shed and went around to the back where I helped her remove her wings, tail, and peel off her hood. The latter made an unpleasant sucking sound when I tugged it over her head.

"Yuck," she said. "I'm going to need three showers when this is done, but I don't care. As long as I drive away with my kegs, I'm going to dance in the backyard in this suit. "

"I'm going to watch. Will you do a little strip tease for me when you take it off?"

Her laugh rang out. "How can you think about sex at a time like this?"

"I think about making love with you all the time."

"Aw." She toddled over to me, looking quite bizarre without a tail, wings, or her hood, but still incredibly sweet. She curled her finger, urging me down for a kiss that brought on fresh tears.

Fortunately, I'd decided to buy stock in tissues. I pulled a clump of them from my pocket and gently wiped her face before tucking them back. "Hurry, sweet one."

She obligingly pivoted for me to unzip her, and the whir rang out, startling a squirrel who'd been creeping close along a tree limb. Shrugging and wiggling, she shifted the suit forward, exposing the sleeveless tank and black leggings she wore beneath. "Ugh, I'm soaked with sweat already, hardly a surprise. Turn around."

"Why?"

"I can't pee if you're watching me," she wailed.

I pivoted sharply and waited to the count of a hundred. "How's it going?"

"Still going."

"You have a large bladder."

"Don't you know it."

My laugh snorted out.

"It's not funny."

"Oh, yes, you're right." I couldn't stop grinning. Damn, but I loved her so much. "Let me know when you're done."

"Hand me those tissues again. "

"Still crying?"

" Tuvid ."

"Yes, love?"

"I want to wipe."

Ah. I pulled the tissues from my pocket and tucked them behind my back, waiting. And waiting. And waiting after she'd taken them.

"All finished?" I finally asked.

"I suppose so."

I was not going to mention her bladder again.

"You say when," I said cheerfully instead.

"I guess you can turn around."

She was tugging up her leggings, and her tank top hung askew, exposing one breast. She'd gone braless, and my cock shouted why, yes, please.

I told it to behave. The last thing I needed was to challenge the thief with a hard-on.

After she'd straightened her clothing, she stepped back into the gargoyle suit and started feeding her arms through the sleeves, wiggling to get it up over her body.

That's when we heard a vehicle chugging down the road, heading in this direction.

"They're early," I barked.

Her eyes widened. "Holy Batman, turn me back into a gargoyle."