Page 55 of Hunted: Season Two
“She’s not a fucking farm animal! What the fuck is a matter with you?”
“Calm down, grandpa,” Bunny warmly snickers. “He means G.O.A.T. as in greatest of all time. Not the adorable little creature he shares a name with.” Two hands swiftly fly into the air. “Ohmygod,can we have baby goats?!”
“No,” the two of us instantly refuse in tandem.
Her jaw dramatically falls to the shop floor sparking chuckles from us. “But we have room for them!”
“You,” I gently tug her to me, “are the only ‘baby’ we need around here.” After a chaste kiss to her lips, I suggest, “How about you turn around and take my new toy for a spin?”
“Your cock is so not a new toy.” The juvenile joke is quickly followed by another teasing remark, “Ohhhh…you meant the car.” Bunny giggles. Winks. Spins around so her back is to my front and teasingly wiggles. “Show me how to drive, Kid.”
“She needs lessons on the road too,” our boyfriend cheekily adds before leaning away to avoid the light tap to the dick she attempts. “Hey!Hands at ten and two, Rabbit.”
“It’s actually nine and three,” I correct at the same time I position our girlfriend’s hands on the controller.
“Says who?!?”
“The NHTSA.”
He throws a confused hand up into the air prompting me to laugh again.
“The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration.”
“The…what…the…fuck…what?” Nolan’s grumbles of irritation are thankfully interrupted by the ringing of his cell, which he doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Nolan.”
With one arm tangled comfortably around Bunny, I use the other to repeatedly intervene her smashing the poor little all-terrain vehicle into every surface that crosses her path. Each time she collides into something unintentionally, her entire body jumps.
Twitches.
Her nose scrunches and a hiss is sucked in.
Not smiling over her antics is a lot like not grinning whenever she turns me into a human doodle.
Impossible.
“Got it,” is attached to our boyfriend ending the call shortly after he took it. “It’s official.”
Our attention immediately shifts to him.
“Miss B. Ripley has a clinic appointment for a full body scan and physical with Dr. Valerie Garcia for four o’clock this Friday.” Nolan nonchalantly tucks his device into his pocket and sighs, “Looks like it’s time to go disguise shoppin’.”
Chapter 11
Bunny
“I hate rental cars,” grouses The Kid from the backseat.
“You hate rental cars? Or…” my face curls around the edge of the headrest to flash him a sassy smirk, “you hatethisrental car because it’s in Garcia’s name?”
“It can be both.”
“But is it?”
His bright blue gaze instantly narrows. “I hate the way they smell.”
“Clean?”
“Stale.”