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The oiled barrels of several rifles poke from the hole.
“Well, that’s different.” Her voice cools and her gaze narrows as she glances back at me.
If she wasn’t half naked while doing all of that, it’d be a lot easier for me to explain.
“When you’re friends with the wolves, it can make a lot of enemies.” Holding my ground, my palms raise. “We’re just trying to find a safe place to call home.”
The tension in her shoulders wanes and a broad smile gifts me a flash of her teeth.
“See? I was right about you.” One eye squints into a wink before she puts one of her feet onto the wheel and hoists herself into the back of the cart.
Waving her hand at the incessant flies, she closes the first bag and opens another. “This one?”
I guess they didn’t bother her as much as I worried they would.
“Um, the one behind it.” Gesturing with the lone candy bar still in my hand, I point to a plastic tote near the front.
I’m not hungry anymore.
The elevation of the trailer gives me a full frontal view as she slides on one of my faded red tee shirts. There’s no way I’ll be able to wear it again without imagining her naked under the same fabric.
My cock aches in unfulfilled need against my zipper. How can I be so divided? Part of me wishes I’d never found the plane that’s putting me through so much pain. The lower half is quite happy about this situation and wants more than I’ll ever be able to have.
It doesn’t hurt to enjoy the view.
Her new top hangs off of her, interrupted only by the twin hard peaks of her breasts jutting against the illegible logo.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any panties in here?” When she leans over, I get an unobscured glimpse of the round heart shape of her ass.
“Um. No. I think there’s some sweat pants. Maybe some shorts?” I need to find her one of the heavy parkas so I can’t see any part of her. A snowsuit would be ideal.
“Perfect!” Her squeal of delight sends a zap into my nuts.
As her thumbs dig into her waistband and she starts to lower her damp bottoms, I turn away. There’s only so much torment a guy can take.
From the woods I hear Alpha give a low bark signaling that it’s time to move.
Four very wet puppies dash up the hill and jump onto the back of the wagon, clamoring over the shrinking pile of rotting limbs. Two new adult dogs slide into the harnesses.
Hope jumps over the side, landing lightly on her feet. Pale legs have appeared beneath a dark pair of shorts.
They’re regular mid-thigh length on me. On her they look like a skirt.
“Thanks for the duds. How do they look?” She curtsies demurely, batting her eyelashes as if she was a guest at a regal ball.
Scratching the back of my head buys me a minute while I pretend to contemplate. “I think you’d look amazing in anything.”
Her hands ball at her chest, pressing the red shirt against her body that matches the blush working over her cheeks. “Oh, Cujo, you say the sweetest things.” She turns on the balls of her feet and follows the disappearing wagon.
I have to adjust myself before I can walk again.
Chapter 14
Hope
I’ve given all of our furry companions names. It remains to be seen how many of them will stick, but it helps me to keep track of who is who.
Alpha and his mate Trixie are the only two that have any indication of humanity left. Hers is just longer toes and fingers so she can kind of grasp things. The puppies all look like regular dogs, same as the other four adults.