Chapter 25 The Wildcat (Lemon Warning)
Jake seeks solace in the arms and other parts of a friend. Nick is sent by Chief Bogo to find him.
The highland wildcat insisted on the best room that the seedy motel had and ironically it was Jake's old room where he had lived prior to his arrest and incarceration. She had showered and groomed herself in anticipation of his arrival, washing off the scent of all the other males she had been with earlier that night, she was after all a whore. Her clean medium green tight fitting dress played off her green eyes and highlighted her curvy greyish brown and black tabby furred body. Her pimp Jerry wasn't happy that she was pulled off the streets on such a busy night, but the orders came directly from Snarloff. He also knew from the wolf's tone that something had gone wrong for Jake and as before, the raccoon was running back to where he felt safe and even loved.
They didn't speak much when he arrived, but instead he stripped and took her in his arms. Almost in desperation he threw her onto the bed, mounted her, and began plowing into her with a ferocity that she knew he had when he was angry with himself. Afterwards, they stayed with her hindpaws tightly wrapped around his back, locking them together as he panted and then surprisingly began to cry.
He didn't withdraw, but they stayed entwined together, her paws rubbing his shoulders. "I killed someone," he sobbed. "I left him to die and I didn't care."
"Shush laddie," she whispered. "You did what needed to be done, your no killer boyo."
"I'm no saint," he sniffled. "But what I did tonight, I'm sure that your Saint Bridget would be ashamed of me."
"Ach Jakie," she sighed. "The thing about Saint Bridget is that she's a warrior saint. It's said that she slew at least a dozen bandits in her lifetime, including her cousin who raped her. So I dinna think you need to worry your bonnie head over her disapproving."
"Damn highlanders," the raccoon softly chuckled as he nuzzled her neck fur, breathing in her scent. "You smell good tonight and I don't smell any of the others you've been with earlier."
"I can clean up boyo," she sighed before his kiss cut her off. She felt him begin to stir. "You're a wee bit insatiable tonight, luv?"
He lifted his head as this time he slowly made love to her and looked her in the eyes. "Marry me?" he asked.
"Ach you've got a bit old scratch in you for sure!" she snapped as she tried not to moan. "You asking a lassie to marry you while you're poking her a good one."
"You didn't say no," he replied as he picked up his pace.
"You know the answer is….noooo!" her head snapped back with a moan. "Would you no do that…again…while I'm…bloody…." A gasp cut off the remainder of what she was trying to say.
He smiled as she agilely twisted herself until he was pinned beneath her and they both savored every moment of their mating. After they were finished, she leaned forward and touched his nose with hers. "The answer is still no, Jakie. I know you boyo even better then you know yourself and you want children of your own, that's something I can't give you." The raccoon's ears flattened and he sighed. Straightening up, the cat giggled as she added. "Besides you know I like variety and although you are a wonderful lover, I'd get bored."
"Hey!" the raccoon chuckled as he grabbed her shoulders with his paws and pulled her closer for a kiss. "Come on confess, I'm the best you ever had."
She kissed him and nuzzled him before answering, "Well you're in the top ten boyo."
"Top ten! I've got to know…am I number one or two, surely in the top five!" he laughed.
"Okay, laddie you are in the top five, but I tell you no more because a lassie must have her secrets," she purred. Then grimacing, she looked down to where they were still joined. "If I knew we were going bareback I would have got a towel, this is turning into a mess."
"I'll buy old Bill a new bed for the motel," he shrugged. "I think this is the same bed I had when I lived here, the lumps seem familiar."
She lifted herself from him and they both were a sticky mess. "I think we need a shower Jakie," she giggled.
"Yup, that might be a good idea," he replied and then grinning he added. "We've never done it in the shower before."
"You never made such a mess before," she sighed. "Okay, there was the last time. By the way, Jerry is going to kill you for this."
"Nope, I told him that we were going to get married and I was taking away his best girl," the raccoon snickered. "I think he will be happy when I tell him you said no."
"I was right, the devil is inside of you boyo," she laughed.
"And in a few moments, I'm going to be inside you…again," he growled as he slapped her in the rear.
The raccoon slept soundly that night with the wildcat curled in his arms, at least at the beginning. True to his species, he soon sprawled across the bed finally forcing his companion to shift herself several times during the night The sun was up by the time he awoke, stretching he reached for her and drew her back into his arms. "Did you change your mind about marrying me yet?" he whispered in her ear and began nibbling at her neck.
"Ach, you must be joking Jakie," she protested. "You flipped and flopped all night long! If I married you, I'd never get a decent night sleep. What is it about you coons and your sprawling?"
"Hey, this is the first time we ever spent a full night together…," He began to say, but there was a knock on the door. "Oh no, do you think that is Jerry?"
Looking at the bed and all the stains, the wildcat winced. "I hope not or we are as good as dead," she replied.
The raccoon found his undershorts and pulled them on as he slowly walked to the door and peered into the eye hole. "Damn, it's worse!" he snapped as he unchained the door and threw it open to face a red fox in a police uniform.
"Well, aren't you predictable?" Nick laughed as he leaned against the now open door and gave the raccoon a grin. "I figured you would run here." Looking over his friend's shoulder, he waved his paw at the naked wildcat still sitting on the bed. "Hi Meredith, you're looking as lovely as ever despite the mess you two made of the bed."
The hooker actually blushed as she grabbed and pulled a sheet over her nakedness.
"What do you want fox?" the raccoon snapped. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"So you are, but Bogo sent me to bring you back for questioning," the fox answered with a shrug. "He thinks that you know where the priest went."
The raccoon's ears drooped and he sighed, "He's dead Nick and it's my fault."
The fox gave him a concerned look as he stepped forward and closed the door before firmly asking, "Did you kill him?"
The raccoon looked down at the floor, "No..but…but I didn't save him."
"Jakie…" the wildcat began, but the fox's look made her stop and remain silent.
"Jake, did you cause his death?" Nick asked as he grabbed his friend's shoulders with his paws. "Look me in the eyes, I want the truth."
"I left him on the platform in Meyer's Pond," Jake sniffled. "I was going to call the station and let you know where he was, but I threw him the stone and when he tried to get it…"
"He fell through the ice," Nick finished. The raccoon nodded at him and sighed. "He had a choice Jake, he could have stayed on the platform but he chose to step off knowing that the ice wouldn't hold his weight, didn't he?" The raccoon nodded again. "Then he chose to die, it wasn't your fault. He placed his faith in the wrong god."
"Still…" Jake began.
"Still nothing," the fox snapped. "You officially don't know anything, remember that!"
"But…" the raccoon said.
"But nothing!" the fox snarled. "You didn't kill him and I'll take the blame before you do, I don't want you to go back to jail."
"Nick you're the law!" Jake protested.
"Damn it Jake, you're my best friend," the fox said as he hugged the raccoon. "I'm not letting you take the fall for some damned psycho!"
The raccoon looked down at the floor again, "I'm sorry I let you down."
The fox gave him an astonished look. "You didn't let me down, you promised me you wouldn't kill the bastard and you didn't. If he had done to Carrots what he did to Jasmine, I would have torn him to shreds with my bare teeth. He chose his own fate and his death was of his own arrogance, not yours."
The raccoon slowly nodded and hugged his friend again.
"Now you two clean up and then I'll let you treat me to breakfast," the fox said as he opened the motel room door. "Don't make me wait too long, I'm out of coffee."
Jake weakly smiled as he turned to face the naked wildcat lounged on the bed. "Well I guess we better take another shower," he said as his smile changed to a grin. "Together?"
"Ach laddie you're insatiable," she laughed as she rolled off the bed and with her tail playfully twitching she walked towards the bathroom. She giggled because the raccoon was now right behind her.
Inside the unmarked police cruiser parked down the street from the motel, the fox sighed as he picked up a magazine and began read it as he waited. He was on his second magazine when the raccoon and wildcat finally emerged from the room. "Horny bastard," he chuckled as his best friend waved to him.