The Mane Attraction Excerpt
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Mitch opened the family room door and walked in. As soon as he stepped inside, the smell of food cooking hit him right between the eyes. He dropped the football equipment the team had given him and headed straight toward the kitchen. Sissy sat on the counter, her legs banging the cabinet doors underneath, a racing magazine open on her lap.
She looked up and smiled. “Hey. Dinner should be ready in another — oh!”
Mitch picked her up and started to carry her toward the stairs. Quickly decided that was too far and dropped her on the kitchen table.
“Mitchell — ”
He covered her mouth with his hand. “Not a time to talk. Just get those shorts and panties off. Now.”
“Yeah, but — ”
“Again with the talking?”
“Just turn the heat off on the stew.”
He turned and quickly shut off the flame heating their dinner. When he turned back around she was just getting her shorts unsnapped.
“Too. Slow.” He grabbed hold of the shorts and yanked them down her legs before reaching for her panties and ripping those off completely. He had his own sweats halfway past his ass when Sissy shook her head. “What now?”
“Condoms. And don’t snap at me.”
He turned and reached into the far cabinet, moving a few things around and finally pulling out a big box of condoms. When he turned back, Sissy looked absolutely outraged. “Are you high? Putting those up there? What if my parents came home and we — ”
“They were already there.”
Sissy blinked. “What?”
“The box was already there. I’m assuming your parents had it — ”
She squealed and dived off the table.
“Where the hell are you going?”
“My parents — ” she pointed at the table ” — they’ve done it on this table.”
“Yeah. Probably. And now we are. Get your ass over here.”
She squealed again, sounding remarkably like a girl. “I’m not doing it on there…where my parents have…have…done it.”
“It’s been cleaned.”
“That’s not the point!”
“You’re being ridiculous. Your parents have condoms stashed all over this house, I’m sure — ”
That’s when she squealed and ran.
“We’re going to a hotel,” she yelled as she ran up the stairs. “Or…or live in the car! Anything but staying here!”
Mitch grabbed a condom from the box, kicked his sweatpants and sneakers and socks off and ran up the stairs after Sissy. He found her in her room, shoving clothes into the dufflebags they’d brought with them.
“Dirty, disgusting, out-of-control, old people,” she raged under her breath. “If they have sex at all, it should be in their bed, under the covers, with the door closed and locked.” She stood tall and spun around to face him. “What if their grandchildren had come to visit and found them doin’ it on the table like a couple of…of…”
“Wolves?”
“Shut up.” She threw up her hands. “We can’t stay here. It’s that simple.”
“No,” Mitch said, yanking the clothes she had clutched in her fist and tossing it across the room. “What’s simple is that I have needs. Needs that need to be fulfilled. Now.”
Hands on naked hips, “I ain’t no whore, Mitchell Shaw. You got some needs you need taken care of, you go right on over to one of those full-human towns and get yourself a hooker.”
Mitch grabbed her T-shirt and yanked her close.
“Hey!”
“Do you think that just anyone can help me right now? I don’t want anyone, Sissy Mae. I want you. I want you now. Naked, wet, and ready. I know I could get a hooker. I could have gotten one last night. I don’t want that. I want you, on that bed, legs spread wide…now move!”
