*EPOV*
As was tradition when we visited our cousins in Denali, once the fire was nothing but a mound of smoldering embers, the men and women separated into two groups.
This was mostly to satisfy the women's desire to gossip and talk about womanly things. So we, men, obliged them by making ourselves scarce for a quick hunt in the woods. It was our version of brandy and cigars.
Bella looked panicked when I stood up to leave with the others. Shaping my hand around the side of her face, I murmured "I won't be far, love," and discreetly tapped my temple to let her know that I'd be able to hear her (if she wanted me to).
The worried creases on her forehead ironed out leaving just the little puckered 'v' between her brow which I smoothed with the tip of my finger.
I chuckled and shook my head. "Brave as a lion when it comes to confronting the vampire mafia and vengeful enemies bent on killing you…but afraid of needles and a little gossip," I teased.
"I'm not afraid of needles anymore, thank you very much" Bella grumbled acidly. I laughed again. No, she wouldn't be. There wasn't a needle on earth that could puncture her flawless diamond-hard skin.
I stepped behind her spot on the recently felled black spruce. Leaning forward, I whispered, "Be brave. I'm fairly confident you'll survive," I smirked and kissed her in the soft hollow behind her ear.
"Miss you already," she breathed just as I turned and silently ghosted into the woods with my father, brothers, and Eleazar.
A few miles away, Emmett echoed in a high falsetto voice, "Miss you already," he batted his eyelashes and puckered his lips at me.
"Shut up, Em," I rolled my eyes, but the smile never left my face.
"Yeah, Emmett, that doesn't even sound like Bella. It's more like… 'Miss you already. ,' Jasper teasingly mocked in a lower, breathy, sultry voice that sounded more like a phone sex operator.
If I thought for a moment that either one of them meant to disrespect Bella, I would've punched them both right in the mouth, and they knew it, too. But this teasing was harmless and meant to goad me, not her.
It was their big brotherly way of acknowledging my newfound domestic bliss, even if it wasn't that new, but they hardly ever got the chance to tease me anymore since Bella was always within earshot. I let them have their fun.
"It must be such a relief for you, Edward, not having to be so careful with your own wife anymore," Eleazar inserted in a conversational tone.
Eleazar's thoughts were of the parade of human men he'd seen coming and going from Tanya, Kate, and Irina's respective cabins over the decades.
He didn't understand the appeal but stood in awe of my cousins' restraint. It was hard enough to coexist with humans without killing them, much less being physically intimate. And for me to accomplish this same feat while being a member of the opposite sex and while Bella was human and still so fragile was unfathomable to him.
That was the part that Bella didn't quite understand. The part that I desperately hoped she didn't insist on me explaining to her.
I had briefly considered going to Denali and asking my cousins' advice when I had been preparing myself for our honeymoon. But asking Tanya and her sisters for pointers on safely making love to the human that I'd rejected Tanya for felt cruel and ungentlemanly, so I held my tongue.
Of course, at the crux of the matter was that I was a man. If for one moment I'd lost control of myself and thrust just a bit too hard, Bella's fragile pelvis would've shattered like glass. I would've speared right through her delicate internal tissues like a battering ram through spider silk.
My cousins did not have these same concerns with the human men they laid with.
I shuddered not even wanting to think about the damage I could've caused during the times Bella had used her mouth on me when she was still human. What a reckless fool I'd been. But I couldn't have refused her. Heaven only knew I tried. I might've been strong enough to fight the call of her blood, but the call of Bella's body was another matter entirely.
The thing was, it wasn't as if my cousins never caused accidents. A broken pelvis here, a fractured jaw there...but the men never complained because the injuries were sustained fornicating with goddesses. The pain was a small price to pay, one that they'd pay willingly for the chance to do it again.
I snorted inwardly remembering the way Bella had begged, pleaded, tricked, and schemed her way back into bed with me after I refused to make love to her again after I hurt her so unforgivably on our wedding night. The ridiculous woman would be the death of me.
Emmett chuckled, rousing me from my abstraction. "You'd think that, wouldn't you, Eleazar?"
In a bad impersonation of me, Jasper lamented,"I miss her scent."
"I miss her heartbeat," overacted Emmett.
"I miss watching her sleep," Jasper added, laughing now.
With one of his huge, meaty hands, Emmett softly caressed the side of Jasper's face. "I miss her blush."
My eyes met Carlisle's who was pinching his lips trying not to laugh. "Boys, boys," he chided with put-on reproach.
"I so wish you would've let me stay an only child," I sighed, though the beginning of a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
*BPOV*
"Oh, come on, Bella! Give us the goods!" Kate pressured. "You're the only person in existence to ever love the same man both as a human and as a vampire. What's it like?"
Mortified beyond belief, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Where was Jasper when I needed him? Or a sinkhole, for that matter?
"C'mon, Kate, Edward's mom is sitting right there," I laughed nervously, gesturing to Esme.
"I'm sort of curious, myself," Esme admitted with a shy smile. "Not about Edward," she qualified, looking like she'd be blushing if such a thing were possible. "But just... what that experience must've been like as a woman."
Esme would be no help then. I looked a little guiltily at Tanya, not wanting to appear gloating.
"Don't let me stop you. I'm dying to know what Edward is like between the sheets. If I can't have him, at least I can live vicariously through you," she giggled.
Rosalie made a gagging sound in the back of her throat. "What do you two see in him? He's such an arrogant, whiny, emo little twerp," Rosalie scoffed in an exasperated tone.
"Rose," I made my tone sharp. Nobody disrespected my husband in front of me, not even her. She held her hands up in a gesture of surrender.
Making eye contact with Tanya, I shared, "If you've ever seen him play the piano, or hunt, or really run, then you can imagine what he's like... Though I'd much rather you didn't," I added with a sardonic smirk.
Then, just to punish Edward a little for leaving me to fend for myself, I dropped my shield as I thought of the way his skilled hands moved over my body as masterfully as if I were a musical instrument. How his feral growls and throaty purrs thrilled me down to my very core. How I couldn't wait to be alone with him at the earliest opportunity.
*EPOV*
Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper, Eleazar, and I reconvened shortly after making a quick snack of a pack of wolves that had a den nearby. We sat in a large circle around the newly turned earth where the carcasses were buried.
I had loosely been following the women's conversation, mostly through Tanya's eyes because she observed Bella so closely. I was curious to see how she would fare on her own with the other women. About as well as I was faring with the other men, it seemed.
I mentally cheered for her in the moments when she held her own.
When Bella looked straight into Tanya's eyes, it was like she was looking straight into mine. Then she started talking about my piano playing and hunting and running with a dreamy, faraway look in her light amber eyes that were starting to show a thin ring of gold around the irises. She looked very much like a woman in love.
The way Bella coyly described me, using third-person pronouns as if I wasn't there, because I wasn't, made it almost seem like she could've been talking about someone else. Idiotically, I felt a hot stab of jealousy for the man who obviously held the keys to her heart.
Then a new voice, the most significant voice, joined the chorus of female thoughts that I was concentrating so hard on. I jumped over to Bella's mind as soon as it was open to me and groaned at the flood of mental images she was remembering.
Her mind flashed from memory to memory of me, of us, in the throes of passion. In my mind's eye, I could see how I looked to her when I was taking Bella from behind as she peeked at me over her shoulder. How blissful I looked to have my face nestled between her creamy soft thighs.
The utter devotion in my eyes as I worshipped her body, bringing her to pleasure over and over again remained constant as the settings changed around us.
In our bed. In the forest, up against a tree. In the ocean. In our meadow. In the peekaboo shower at the hotel in Montreal (which I planned to replicate as soon as Bella was in better control of her strength). And on, and on, and on.
"Oh no. Not again," said Jasper in a low, strained voice.
"What?" Eleazar tensed, scanning the area for traces of danger.
With fresh animal blood coursing through all our bodies, Jasper was already working hard to control the sexually charged atmosphere. But when I'd heard and physically responded to Bella's salacious thoughts, it had put Jasper right over the top.
"Well, this has been fun," Emmett hopped lithely to his feet, resolved on finding Rosalie posthaste.
"I think the ladies have had enough time to catch up, don't you think?" Carlisle asked in a pleasant, even voice, though his thoughts were just as focused on returning to Esme.
¿Qué es esto? Dios, ¡estoy cachondo!
Eleazar followed suit, adjusting his uncomfortably tight pants. He suspected it had something to do with Jasper's gift, but couldn't for the life of him figure out why Jasper would purposely make every man there suddenly mad with desire. He wondered if it was some sort of bizarre prank.
"Jazz?" I asked, the last one still seated to prevent an embarrassing situation in my own trousers.
He merely raised his eyebrows at me in response. I could tell he was a little irritated and in a hurry to get back to Alice.
"Would you mind telling Bella to come find me out here?" I smiled widely, a guileless expression on my face.
"Sure thing. I'll just tell her to follow the horny brick road," Jasper chortled.
"Much obliged," I grinned back.
*BPOV*
First Emmett, then Carlisle, Eleazar, and finally Jasper returned from the woods to reclaim their wives. I looked at Jasper curiously when I didn't see Edward appear through the opening in the trees.
"He's waiting for you," Jasper nodded toward the opaque blackness shrouding the trees as he extended a hand out for Alice to take.
I stared blankly in the direction from which Jasper had just gestured.
Seeing my momentary hesitance, Jasper courteously asked "Would you like an escort?"
I grinned. "Nah, that's alright, Jazz. I was just thinking I must really be the most dangerous thing out there if nobody is concerned about me wandering around the woods alone at night. How exhilarating!" I mused with a laugh.
"Try not to break the forest," he teased, winking at me as he and Alice bounded into their own corner of the dark, vast ocean of evergreen trees.
"Who started it this time?" I heard Alice giggle after I could no longer see her.
"Edward. Always Edward," Jasper groaned.
I looked back toward the opening in the trees where I knew I'd find the familiar scent that would take me to Edward, who evidently wanted me so badly that he started another frenzy.
The laughter that bubbled out of my chest was dark, seductive. Ready or not, here I come.
Edward's sunshine and honey scent stood out like a sore thumb against the damp and resiny scents of the forest. It was nothing to follow it through the tall, lean conifers until I came to a clearing where his trail seemed to end, though I didn't immediately see him.
Come out, come out wherever you are, I thought in a playful sing-song. I looked to the canopy, figuring he must've taken to the trees. I sank down into a crouch, about to go looking for him when I felt the air whizz past my face and the earth disappear from beneath my feet.
"Edward!" I shrieked in surprise as he tackled me to the ground, careful to absorb all of the impact as we collided with the sodden forest floor, spongey with moss, ferns, and fallen spruce needles.
"Without a doubt the most dangerous creature out here," his velvet voice growled in agreement with the remark I'd made to Jasper back at the fire pit.
Edward's marble-smooth lips at my ear blazed a trail of feverish kisses beneath my jaw and down my throat.
"Do you have any idea what it does to a man's ego when his wife brags about him to other women?" His voice was low and rough like he could barely control it.
I laughed once. "That was hardly bragging. That was just the truth! You are a very passionate man about the things you love."
Something between a growl and purr rumbled from low in Edward's chest as he rolled me over onto my back and continued his exploration down my body, peeling my clothes off as he went.
I loved how every inch of my skin seemed to fascinate him just as much as the next. No matter how many times we did this, his eyes and hands and mouth were just as eager as the first time (though not nearly as reserved.)
My normally gentle, unwaveringly selfless Edward was much more urgent in his movements tonight. I could feel the need radiating off of him in the heat of his gaze and the possessive way in which his hands held my body tightly against his.
I thrilled at it. Got high off of his obvious desire. I wasn't used to being the controlled one; I was usually the one begging for it. But tonight, Edward was the one begging.
Or at least, his eyes and his mouth were, but not yet with his words. I decided I would have to do something about that.
My arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him to me as his lips finally found mine. I kissed him back with equal fervor as I let my own hands begin to wander.
Disentangling my fingers from the silky tufts of bronze hair at the nape of his neck, my hands explored the muscled expanse of his back, broad at the shoulders and tapering down to his long, lean torso and narrow hips.
I made quick work of his belt. But seeing as he only had the one pair of pants, I let him manage the button and zipper while I dipped my fingers just inside the waistband. He moaned at the contact.
The buttery gold of his eyes burned into mine as he held himself weightlessly over me. One of his hands was fisted in the earth next to my head while the other molded itself to the side of my face, his thumb tracing lightly over my lower lip.
While his hands were busy, I let mine explore. I followed the elastic of his silk boxer briefs that hung low on his hips around to the back. With both hands, I squeezed his perfectly sculpted ass, eliciting a growl and a thrust of his hips. `
Honestly, if Edward plastered over his hair and walked around naked (on an overcast day), he'd look like the Statue of David stepped down off his pedestal and went for a stroll. Though, in truth, Edward was better endowed.
I still felt shock and awe when I looked at him that someone so beautiful and flawless could really be mine. I wondered if I always would.
Finished admiring his muscled backside for the time being, my hands slid back around the sides of his hips to his front. Edward's breath hitched in his throat then, waiting to see what I'd do next.
Careful not to touch him where I knew he ached for me the most, I teasingly explored the v-shaped indentations of his hip bones. They seemed to point to the impressive rock hardness of him that curved upward from his groin.
My lips found his throat then as I teased him. I could feel the wool fabric of pants growing tauter and tauter around his straining erection until, in a flash of movement, he quickly rid himself of the remaining impediments between us.
I chuckled at his impatience, gently raking my fingernail along the creases where his legs joined at his torso. My fingers came so close to his straining manhood that I had no doubt he could feel my proximity, but that's all I let him feel.
"Bella," Edward's voice was low and strained. "If you keep teasing me like that, I'm not going to be able to be as gentle with you as I want to be," he warned, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching.
My eyebrows raised. Was that supposed to be a bad thing? Emboldened, I wrapped my legs around his waist and used my newborn strength to roll on top of him, straddling his hips.
Unhurriedly, I kissed all my favorite parts of him. His lips, of course, then the little dimple in the center of his square chin. His Adam's apple, the hollow of his throat. The indentations of his collarbones.
I ghosted my fingertips along the faint lines of musculature that defined Edward's obliques, making him shiver.
Kissing down the center of his sternum, through the sparse patch of bronze hair there, I followed the sculpted lines of his abs that flexed as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch me.
I willingly drowned in the delicious scent of him as I breathed him in, following my nose and lips to where his clean, manly scent was the strongest.
"Bella," he hoarsely spoke my name as both a groan and a plea.
I rose up a few inches to look at him, a wide smile stretching beatifically across my face. "Yes?" I answered.
"Please."
I smiled even wider as I slowly licked him from base to tip with the flat of my tongue. A long, loud, deep groan tore its way out of Edward's throat. The visceral sound of it went straight to my core, and I knew he'd be able to smell the heightened scent of my own arousal in the air.
I heard the sound of him inhale deeply through his nose, a deep hum of satisfaction, and then his impossibly hard manhood twitched impatiently against his belly. I chuckled again.
With the intoxicating taste of him still on my tongue, I took him fully into my mouth, or at least as much of him as would fit. I closed my hand around the base, twisting it slightly with the moisture already there.
I could tell it was difficult for Edward to keep still, to let me set the pace. His entire body was tense with arousal and anticipation. His full, perfect lips formed the shape of an "o" as I really started to work him over.
"Oh..oh..ohhhh, Bella," he breathed, nearly inaudible. I hummed around him in response, letting him feel the vibrations of my throat.
"Bring that sweet pussy over here so I can devour you, too," he purred. I thrilled at the word. He was usually so reserved and respectful that it drove me absolutely wild when he talked dirty to me.
I obligingly twisted my body around so that I was facing the other direction, carefully lifting my leg up and over his head so that I straddled his face. We hadn't done this very often, mostly because I was a little self-conscious about the position. Edward was not.
I gasped at the feeling of his eager mouth on my throbbing center. The attentions of his tongue briefly distracted me from what I was doing, but I quickly returned my focus (and my mouth) back to the task of working Edward into a total frenzy.
The slight upward curve made it easier in this position to take more of him in my mouth, which he clearly noticed with a sharp intake of breath. His lips stilled and his head fell back down to the earth, momentarily distracted by his own pleasure.
Edward muttered a curse under his breath at the feel of his glans sliding against the back of my throat, and then I felt his mouth return to the apex of my thighs.
Ever the gentleman, I couldn't think of a single time when Edward had ever allowed himself to orgasm before I did. But I could tell he was struggling for control, both by the way he whined and keened at the ministrations of my mouth and also by the desperate way in which his lips and tongue worked over me.
It would be a race then, I thought to myself, doubling my pace. His scrotum tightened in my hand, a sign of my imminent victory.
And then Edward did something he had never done before, causing my entire body to stiffen and freeze in place. He dragged his tongue from my throbbing nerve center all the way up, licking me back there.
This was something new that we had never talked about before. I didn't know how I felt about it at first. My residual human instincts made me want to shy away, embarrassed.
But the novel sensation felt so good, extra good because of how taboo it was. But was it really all that taboo now, I wondered. After all, I lost the ability to pass waste months ago. It wasn't as if I was unclean, or ever could be.
When I didn't stop him or object, Edward seemed to interpret that as encouragement. He plunged two fingers inside my well-primed center, rhythmically circling my swollen bundle of nerves with his thumb while he used his tongue on my tight rear channel.
"Edward!" I squealed, feeling my sopping wet core tighten down on his fingers as I came harder than I ever had before. Edward exploded in my mouth right as the first waves of my orgasm crashed over me, but technically he still won. He was such a cheater!
I clumsily rolled over so that I was laying on my back next to him, panting. We were still laying head-to-foot.
"What was that?" I demanded, trying to catch my breath as I stared up at the stars shining brightly against the dark slivers of sky that were visible through the canopy of evergreen branches.
"Just something I wanted to try. Was that ok? Should I not have?" Edward asked, his velvet voice suddenly unsure. At my side, his hand sought out mine, lacing our fingers together and squeezing gently.
It was a little easier to talk to him like this, especially about something so intimate, when his eyes weren't piercing into mine.
"It was a little…surprising," I admitted. "But not bad. Definitely not bad," I qualified. I bit my lower lip remembering the intensity of the orgasm I'd just had.
I tightened my shield around me, feeling extremely vulnerable. For reasons I couldn't quite understand, I felt a sudden deep shame about how much I liked it.
Did it make me some kind of sexual deviant? Would Edward feel degraded by such an act? What other things did he want to try? Was he getting bored with me?
Liquid gold eyes broke into my line of sight, blocking out the stars.
"Would you please tell me what you're thinking? I'm imagining the worst," Edward pleaded with anxious eyes.
I huffed in exasperation, not wanting to let Edward inside my head but knowing it would be far easier than trying to say the words out loud. I shoved my shield away as I recalled the line of thought that he was so annoyingly fixated on, then looked away in embarrassment.
But then he was quiet for too long and my curiosity and anxiety began to run rampant. I apprehensively raised my eyes to meet Edward's gaze.
His eyes were so warm, like molten honey, as he smiled down at me. Edward raised a hand to cradle my face. The pad of his thumb traced delicately over my cheekbone.
"My silly, sweet girl, how could it make you a deviant to enjoy something I did willingly and without asking?"
Then he sighed and spoke more to himself than me when he murmured, "The tentacles of puritanism run deep, don't they? Carlisle and I have spoken at length on the subject." He repositioned himself then so that he was lying on his side next to me, his face just inches from mine.
Edward went on to explain, "Carlisle lived in one of the most sexually oppressive times in history. The Anglican Church condemned everyone and everything that didn't line up with their beliefs. Any forms of non-reproductive sex were strictly prohibited. To label someone a 'sodomite' was to condemn them to death. That's where the taboo came from, the revulsion.
"And just as Jasper had to unlearn the cultural beliefs in which he was raised in the Antebellum South, so too has Carlisle. After all, he was raised by a 17th-century Anglican pastor."
As Edward's words began to sink in, my eyebrows shot up in surprise. Carlisle...a homophobe? I couldn't imagine it. He was always so endlessly kind and compassionate. I couldn't imagine Carlisle having hate in his heart for anybody.
Edward nodded gravely, hearing my unspoken thoughts.
"It took a long time and a lot of soul-searching, if you could call it that," Edward added wryly. "But he finally came to the conclusion that humans had it wrong. That mutual love in all its forms and expressions was a gift from God. And contrary to popular belief, nothing could be more natural.
"Carlisle is, above all, a man of science and learning. When Charles Darwin published his theories on evolution in the 1850s, and then a few years later Thomas Henry Huxley compared the skeletons of apes to humans, Carlisle's entire worldview began to change. He, too, began to look to the animal kingdom for answers.
"Do you know what he discovered?" Edward asked rhetorically, an amused gleam in his eye. I shook my head minutely.
"He discovered that bonobos, a close relative of the chimpanzee, engaged in all manner of sexual behaviors. Masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, homosexual pairings, orgies…When one group of bonobos encountered another group of bonobos, they would rub genitals rather than shake hands to diffuse the tension," Edward chuckled.
"Carlisle had to concede that humans weren't any more evil or deviant for indulging these forbidden tendencies any more than the bonobos were. And it wasn't as if the Church hadn't been wrong before, right?"
I sat quietly, absorbing everything that Edward was saying.
"Anyway," he concluded. "That's just my long-winded way of saying that you have nothing to be ashamed of. And love?" Edward added softly. I said nothing, just raised my eyes back up to meet his in response.
Edward spoke slowly and clearly like he did whenever he wanted me to grasp something really important. "There is no part of you that I don't hunger for. And there is nothing, nothing," he repeated emphatically "that you could physically desire from me that I wouldn't want, too."
I nodded, chewing on my lip.
"And as for that last question…" he gently took my hand and wrapped it around his still rock-hard erection. "Do I seem bored to you?" he asked, smiling my favorite crooked smile.
I moaned and closed the short distance between us, kissing him with all the love and desire and passion and gratitude I felt for him. He moaned back into my kiss and rolled on top of me, bracing himself so that I felt none of his weight.
"I want to feel you," I growled, hugging him closer.
"And I, you, Mrs. Cullen," he breathed into my ear as he slid home. I gasped and he groaned at the welcome invasion.
In utter rapture, I lost myself in him as he pressed into me again and again, uttering words of love and devotion in my ear. And when he wasn't doing that, Edward used his mouth to worship me in other ways.
Thus, the sudden assault of human blood in the air, accompanied by the hypnotic rigorous heartbeat drawing me toward it like a beacon took me completely by surprise.
One moment I was rapturously making love to my husband, and then without any warning at all, the monster inside of me violently rattled the bars of her cage.
I snarled on pure instinct. My entire body stiffened, poised to jump into a hunting crouch. Edward's arms were no longer a warm embrace, but instead, a cold, hard restraint. He took my thrashing face in his hands and forced me to look at him.
"Bella, Bella, shhh," Edward tried to sound soothing but his hold was too tight and his voice was too urgent. "Stay with me, love. Tanya invited a friend over," he explained through his teeth, obviously irate. "Hold your breath, it will help."
I nodded as sanity began to prevail, but I still didn't trust my control enough to get up and run away. "Distract me, please," I begged with the air I had left in my lungs.
Edward's eyes tightened, torn with indecision. But then he seemed to find his resolve and nodded. With a hard thrust of his hips, I threw my head back and moaned, thoroughly distracted.
"Stay here with me," he urged . "Trust me, love, this is so," *thrust*, "much," *thrust*, "better," he growled.
"Yes...yes, I'll stay!" I cried as the pleasure began to rival and then surpass the intense pull of the blood. When I wrapped my legs once more around his waist, I felt his iron grip loosen on my upper body.
And then, slipping a hand between our bodies, Edward found my throbbing center and wouldn't relent until he brought me not just to one screaming orgasm, but three. And it wasn't until then that he allowed himself to find his own release.
Minutes or hours had passed as we laid there in the damp ferns. The ecstasy started to fade into something that felt a lot like guilt.
"I'm sorry, Edward. Sorry that I lost it for a minute, there," I said contritely, burying my face in his chest.
Edward's arms wrapped tighter around me. "You have nothing to be sorry for, love. You did nothing wrong," Edward reassured me.
"Because you were there," I amended sourly. I'd been practicing so much; a slip like that was shameful and deeply demoralizing.
Edward kissed my hair. "I'll always be there." And then he snorted. My eyes flashed up to him, surprised by the flippant sound.
"Sex was the key to subduing you all along. Why am I not surprised?" His chest shook with silent laughter.
"I have an idea," I began. "Instead of being adopted siblings when we go back to school in the fall, we could be conjoined twins," I snickered at my lewd joke. Edward groaned and rolled his eyes.
"You are so absurd," he grinned broadly and booped me on the nose.
*A/N* Thank you for your patience on this update. My Gramps passed away last week and I had to fly out to CA to attend his memorial service. It took a while to get my writing mojo back. And aside from that, lemons always take me longer to write, and, uh, this one really got away from me. 🙈
And to the reader who left me that awesome review about how horrible and unnatural it would be for a human man to have sex with the Denali sisters…Maybe they have a hot tub? 😂The world may never know.
Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! Can't wait to hear what you think.
