Chapter Eight
Gonk had left her in such a rush that Elvira had no ideal what had gotten into him. Her forehead was creased with worry as she called out to him, but no answer came. Her black eyes shifted in every direction as she tried desperately to catch sight of him, but all she could see were the other bodies that lay all around her. Each was of a woman she had known, and though it pained her to see their cold, lifeless forms, she was far more worried about Gonk.
Once she had tried calling to him some more but still had not received any response, Elvira began to try to push herself to her feet. Her legs and hands trembled from exhaustion as she forced herself first to a sitting position and then to a standing one. As she placed her full weight on her feet, however, a tremor of pain shot through her body, and she started to fall.
She became aware of a new scent, the heady, delicious scent of a man, even as strong arms caught her and just barely kept her from falling. Instead, she leaned back into a sturdy chest. "Ma'am, it's too soon for you to be up, trying to move around. You've been through a bad ordeal."
His voice, despite the concern it held, was just as sensual as his scent and the feel of his hard body against hers. Though she was tired and weak, her body still responded as she leaned back into his chest. Trailing a hand across his cheek, her fingertips thrilling at the feel of his slight stubble underneath, she found her eyes looking up into the most mesmerizing pair of eyes she had ever seen. "Who are you?" she whispered, her throat aching even as she breathed the words.
"My name is Wolf. My people and I have rescued your people. We will protect you and get you to safety, but for now, please rest." She did not struggle as he laid her gently on to the ground, but her body remained tense with worry.
"Gonk," she managed to get out. "My . . . " she started to clarify, but he broke her off.
"Your friend will watch over you as will I. Can I get anything for you?" Her voice was as beautiful as she was, and his ears thrilled to its sound.
At Wolf's words, Elvira finally managed to tear her eyes away from his, and she found Gonk sitting beside him, looking at her with deep worry in his eyes. She reached out and gently scratched the puff of wool on his forehead. "We'll have to fix your moehawk again later," she told him, a small smile playing over her black lips despite everything.
Gonk yipped, but the sound was not in response to Elvira's statement though she thought it to be. Instead, it was his way of thanking Wolf even as he licked his mistress' hand.
Elvira looked back up at Wolf though she continued to use what little physical strength she had to stroke her poodle. "You . . . said your name was Wolf?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am, and, ma'am, I'm a Pirate, but you don't need to fear us. We will not hurt you. In fact, we've already rescued you from your attackers. Whatever did you do to earn their wrath?" he asked as he sat beside her on the ground, his mind ever alert for danger.
"Well, for once, it wasn't just my being a bitch," she told him impishly. "They were after us because of our religion." Thanks to the special blood that ran through her veins, Elvira was already beginning to feel more like herself. Her eyes met Wolf's again as she reached up and ran a hand slowly up his chest. "I'd ask if you were a good wolf or a bad wolf," she tried to purr up at him, "but since you and your crew saved us, the answer to that is already pretty obvious."
"I've been known to be bad on occasion," Wolf returned in a low, sensual voice. He did not move away from her hand. Her mere touch had sent him up in flames. When was the last time he had actually mated? he wondered. He had been in port a little over six weeks ago, and he had not mated then. He had not had a chance to mate yet this time. He shook himself mentally. He did not want to miss a second of this gorgeous woman. The wolf in him sensed that she was more than she appeared to be. "I figured it was some kind of religious persecution, but whose brilliant ideal was it to drown all of you? Why didn't you just stand and beat the crap out of them?" He gazed searchingly into her black, limpid pools and felt that he was drowning, and this time, he didn't want to be saved.
As Wolf had been pondering, Elvira's hand had worked further up his chest. She almost drew it back, however, at the question that sobered her, but his skin felt so good underneath her palm that she let her hand linger on his shoulder instead. "It's . . . not always that easy," she told him quietly. "We could have stood and fought. We might have stood a chance had help came in time, but otherwise, we would have been surrounded and outnumbered and our fighting would have made things worse for others of our kind. It would have given them an actual reason to hate us, to fear us, to kill us. We were going to leave, but they didn't make it here in time." Her eyes were sad as she explained, "We decided to accept our fates and take our lives in the water rather than letting them take us. Not only would they have tortured secrets out of us to use against others of our kind, but, like I said, it would have made them go after our sisters even harder."
Wolf had been about to make a remark when he heard a throat being cleared. Looking up, he realized Wesley had snuck up on them. Wesley had been walking around, hunting for Xena. "Where's Xena?" he asked Wolf.
"Gone for transportation."
"Who's guarding us?"
"I am."
Wesley gave him a most disbelieving look. "Really? From where you are? Looks to me like you're guarding something else."
Wolf glared angrily up at him and almost growled at him. "I will return again. If you need anything, miss, send Gonk for me. Wesley, you take up the other perimeter." He got reluctantly to his feet, looked back down at her, and winked. "I will return, sweet lady."
Elvira's black eyes had torn into the man who had interrupted them, but none of that anger or frustration showed in her eyes as she gazed up at Wolf. "My pumpkins and I will be waiting," she assured him in a seductive voice that hovered somewhere between a purr and a lustful growl. "Just don't be too long. A girl gets lonely, you know?" she added with a playful wink. She heard the sound Wesley made in his throat, but she ignored the party pooper.
Taking her hand as he stood, he sniffed the back of it but maintained eye contact. Then he turned it over and licked her right in the center of her palm. "Think about me, sweet lady, while I'm gone. I shall return." He sprinted off at a quick pace to resume his guard duty, all the while thinking of how sweet she tasted and how he would like nothing better than to gobble her up.
Elvira sighed as she watched him go, her heart still fluttering and delicious chills and thrills still shooting through her heated body from his lick. "What a man . . . " she whispered, her breath heavy with the lust that filled her prone body. She could feel eyes upon her and turned to find a shocked Wesley still looking at her. "Can I help you?" she questioned him. He started to shake his head, and her eyes and fangs flashed at him as she retorted, "Then get on about what Wolf told you to do!"
Wesley gulped but nonetheless managed to squeak out, "Of course, madam." He hurried off even as he wondered just what in the world they had rescued in that strange, pale-skinned woman that Wolf was so clearly panting after.
Wesley was in such a hurry to escape the strange woman that he failed to look where he was going and stumbled right onto Joxer, who still lay sprawled out, face down, on the ground. Wesley's boots striding across Joxer's back woke the other man. Wes jumped and looked down when Joxer yelled, but before he could get off of him, Joxer had rolled, sending Wesley tumbling to the ground. He hit Joxer with such force that the two rolled straight into Autolycus. Arms and legs entangled, and angry, frustrated voices rose sharply into the air as the three struggled against each other.
Wolf heard the racket and turned to look at the three of them. He could not see what had caused the commotion as it was all over. "Look lively, mates!" he called to them. "No time for squabbling amongst yerselves!"
The three in question looked sheepishly back up at Wolf before separating and scampering off to their separate places. Wesley continued checking on survivors, Joxer hunted Gabrielle quickly to see if he could be of assistance, and Autolycus took off, still smelling around for a woman. Not a word was spoken by either of them, but they continued to glance balefully at each other. None but Wesley knew what caused the whole thing. Wes was terrified of the strange woman and could not wait to tell Wolf of her reaction! Just exactly what is she? he wondered and came to the conclusion that he really didn't want to know.
Katrina had been looking for her sister for a while but could not see her anywhere. She ran across Morph and Tom, who were soaking wet, sitting with tears streaming down their faces. Fear gripped her heart. Could something have happened to her sister, Celina? "Morph? Tom? What's wrong?" she asked in a trembling voice.
Tom looked up at his wife with deep sorrow writhing in his eyes. "Every one . . . " he spoke slowly, his head shaking once from side to side. "Every one . . . just . . . dead . . . "
"We couldn't do it, Katrina," Morph added, looking up at his sister-in-law with brown eyes that were just as sad as Tom's green eyes. "We didn't manage to save a single one."
"You did your best, boys, and that's all that any one expects of you. Look around you. We saved a lot, and even though they were already dead, you rescued their bodies for their families. Come here," she said, looking at both of them, and when they had risen, she hugged them both. "Remember what you saw here today. I know it's hard on both of you. I've seen it before, and it's just as hard on me. Any time life is senselessly wasted, it breaks your heart." She squeezed them gently, let them go, and then asked, "Have you seen Celina?"
Morph instantly came to alert at his wife's name. "No," he started, worry creeping into his face and voice.
"We thought she was with you," Tom added.
"Why?" Morph asked.
"Haven't seen her in a while. I've been looking for her, but I can't find her anywhere." It was then that her keen hearing picked up splashing in the water, and she turned to look down into the ocean. Catching sight of her sister, she called, "Celina! What are you doing in there?"
Morph knew the answer even before she called it back in return. "I know they're heartless bastards, Katrina, but their families still deserve to know what happened to them!" She had morphed an extra pair of arms and was currently hauling out two Christians at once.
"Boys, there's your live one to rescue. Pull her up out of there. Celina, we will get the bodies out or, at least, I hope the guys will," she said, looking at them hopefully. "But you and I have other work to do. Guys, will you take care of it? Get all the bodies out. Don't even leave the males, because we don't know who were Witches and who were not."
As Katrina had been talking, Morph had ran down to the edge of the water where he had not only taken the Christians from Celina and thrown them onto the shore but had also helped her to get out of the water. He held her in his arms, she resting her head on his shoulder and he burying his face in her long, ebony hair, for just one moment stolen amongst all the heartache and tragedy that had taken place already that day.
Tom still stood beside Katrina, and he placed a gentle, reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder. Her words had dried his tears, though his heart remained heavy and there was no sign of his typically jovial mood. "We'll handle it, love," he told her before heading down to join Morph and Celina at the water's edge.
Hearing Tom clearing his throat, Morph broke from his wife but kissed her gently on her forehead before releasing her. Of the four of them, she was the most compassionate, and though not a single word had been spoken between them yet, he knew she was being hit the hardest. He also knew Katrina would look after her, and he needn't fear for her as long as her sister was anywhere near. "We'll be back," he promised her, "and I promise we won't leave a single body in there, even if we know it's a Christian." She nodded, and he turned back to Tom. The two dove into the water as one; their transformations into octopuses were complete before they even hit the water.
Katrina pulled her baby sister close to her and hugged her. They had seen stuff like this on their own planet. Though it had been a long time ago, it stayed with them. They were the last of their kind except for their cousin, Jenny, and her husband, Tom. They didn't even know if Jenny was still alive since it had been years since they had heard from her. The Toad Wars had been Hell and almost completley annihiliated an entire race. Even now, if their leaders knew where they were, they'd hunt them down and kill them. "Celina, we need to do a healing spell, and we need to do it quickly. Exposed as we are, we are all in danger. Do you feel up to it?"
Celina had not left the water when the others had; instead she had stayed to pull out the dead bodies. She was exhausted, but she would never pass up a chance to do anything she could to help another living being. "Yes," she answered her sister with a nod.
Still holding tightly to her sister, not only in support but in comfort as well, she led her back toward the group of people. She could see that some of them were beginning to wake up, but it didn't matter if they were awake or asleep for the healing to take place. She began to chant the words older than time itself, calling upon her Goddesses to bless and heal the people. She began and then looked to her sister for the answering chant. Celina was ready when Katrina looked to her and joined in the spell.
Prue's eyes flashed open. She was instantly awake but could hardly move. What happened? She wasn't supposed to be here! She gasped for air and sat up, looking around.
Cole had been walking and carrying Piper, stopping every so often so that she could get a good look at the people who were in the group, when he heard a sharp gasp and quick intake of breath. He turned in the direction.
Her heart was heavy with depression, and her vision was still blurred with the tears that remained in her eyes. She had not seen a single one of her family yet, and the more dead bodies they saw, the more she doubted they'd be alive when they did find them. It was then that she heard Prue's voice. Hope jumped in her, but at the same time her mind warned her not to get too excited. She may only be hearing things, after all, but when Cole turned them toward the sound, it was indeed her beloved older sister that she saw. "Prue!" she cried out her name instantly.
"Piper!" Prue gasped out. She held her arms out to her sister. Cole walked over and gently sat Piper on the ground beside Prue. Prue threw her arms around Piper and hugged her close. "Thank the Goddess you live!" Prue was already kicking her butt for being stupid and calmly walking into the water. At the time, she had not seen another way out. Now she had to wonder why they had all been so insane, throwing away their lives as though they meant nothing. "Have you found the others yet?" she asked.
Cole stood nearby, looking away from the sisters as he tried to give them a moment of privacy.
It felt so wonderful to be in her sister's arms again that tears of relief and joy that at least one of her sisters still lived sped down her face even as Piper returned Prue's embrace in a tight hug. She never wanted to let her go again, but she nonetheless drew back a bit so that she could face Prue as she answered her question. "Not yet. I'd . . . I'd almost given up hope that we'd find even one of you still alive, but thank the Gods that you are, Prue!"
Cole knew there was no way he could carry both the sisters, so he figured their searching would be over for a little while as he could not figure out how to carry both of them around. "We have to go look for them," Prue said, "but I don't know if I can hold up to looking right now."
"Ladies, if I may make a suggestion? I will continue to carry Miss Piper, and I will get a friend to carry your sister." He had not been properly introduced to her yet. He thought her name was Prue, but he wasn't sure.
Prue smiled up at him. "Thank you, kind sir, and my name is Prue. You are . . . ?"
"Cole Turner at your service, ma'am," he said with a small bow, "and I will return in a moment." Cole headed off in search of his friend, Lorne. He knew he'd be very gentle with the lady but hoped his looks would not scare them too much. He found his friend sitting on a rock and looking out over the water. He knew his empathy was about to destory him and was glad that he had a small job that he could handle and that would take his mind off of the sadness and sorrow the place was steeped in. "Lorne," he called cheerfully, "have I got a job for you!"
Lorne looked up. "Cole, where've you been?"
"Carrying a beautiful lady around to find her relatives, and we were lucky. We found a live one."
"Wonderful!" Lorne said. "What do you need me to do?"
"Well, since neither lady is able to walk under their own power, I wondered if you would mind carrying one?"
"Now you know that's not the question," Lorne said. "The question is: Would she mind me carrying her?"
"She said she would be very thankful for any one to help. Come, my friend. Maybe for a change, a beautiful lady will smile on you." He knew Lorne hated to get around women. Every time they saw him coming they screamed, but Cole had never known a gentler person than Lorne in his life. Lorne was green-skinned, red-eyed, and horned, and every woman that saw him started screaming Satan. He would take his friend back to where the ladies were waiting, and then he would make a slow introduction so as not to frighten them. He clasped his friend's hand and gripped him gently. "Come, my friend, and we will assist the ladies." He gently tugged him forward, then turned and headed back to where he had left the girls. Lorne followed him slowly, hoping that for once he would not be screamed at.
Piper had torn her eyes away from Prue to watch Cole as he departed. As soon as she no longer saw him and knew that he was out of hearing range, she leaned forward to Prue and whispered to her sister. "Prue, you've never going to believe this! Cole is a Pirate! He and his crew mates are the ones who rescued us!"
Prue's mouth fell open. "A Pirate? You're kidding! But I always heard they were mean, evil, and nasty things, raping, plundering, and pillaging! He doesn't strike me that way at all!"
"He's not," Piper told her, shaking her head quickly. Even though she had only met the man within the last hour or so, she was already certain that he was a true gentleman or, at least, as close to one as any Pirate could ever come. "He would never harm a woman. He's been nothing but gentle with me. Besides, you know most of that is the same stuff they say about us Witches except for the raping, plundering, and pillaging part. According to those biased fools, we're not into any of that; we just do the Devil's other work."
Cole could see the sisters talking animatedly and was almost afraid to approach them lest he overhear something he shouldn't. "Stay here, Lorne, just a minute, and I'll introduce you and make sure she's not going to scream at you." He stepped up to where the sisters were seated. "Ladies, I've brought one of my best friends who is more than willing to assist us in our endeavors. However, he is afraid to approach as he does not wish to offend."
Prue thought the guy must have gas or be extremely ugly. She couldn't think what else might be wrong with him. "What's wrong with him?" she asked.
"Well, he's not your usual, run-of-the-mill male. His coloring is not the same as mine nor is his appearance. He's green and has red eyes and horns, but a gentler person you'd never want to meet. He wanted me to describe him to you so that you would not be frightened when he appeared."
Prue looked at Piper as though she thought it was a joke. The guy sounded for all the world to look like a Demon, and although they had often been accused of consorting with such, they had never seen one. Were there truly Demons able to walk amongst men, and not just walk but actually live? She was eager to meet this new guy. "I promise not to scream," she said.
Cole then looked at Piper. "And you?" he asked.
Piper tilted her chin so that she could look up into the dark fathoms that were Cole's eyes. He appeared to be completely serious about this matter, but she had known those who could deliver a joke with a completely straight face before. In fact, her other two sisters had both been known to do so on multiple occasions. She chose her words carefully as she spoke. "Even if he is as you say he is, I am certain that he would do us no more harm than you have. We have heard many things about Pirates, but we have also been told just as many lies about our own kind. I hope you do not think me too bold, Mister Turner, but I trust you and any who you would speak so highly of in turn."
Her words brought a smile to Cole's lips and a warmth to his heart. "Lorne," he called, "the ladies are waiting."
Lorne walked to their sides, and at first glance all they could see was that he was completely covered, including his head which had a hat with a large, green feather in it. He swept his hat off his head and made a bow to the ladies. "Miss Piper, Miss Prue, it is a pleasure to meet you." He then stood tall so that they could see exactly what he did look like. He was relieved they did not scream or faint.
Prue tried very hard not to show any emotion. "Thank you for agreeing to help with us, Lorne. I believe you will be carrying me?" she said in a soft, gentle voice.
He replaced his hat on his head, reached down, and gently lifted her up. The first thing Prue had noticed about him was how gentle he was, and the second thing was that he did not smell like brimstone. In fact, he smelled rather pleasantly of something she did not know but yet seemed familiar. He waited while Cole picked Piper up. "Shall we, ladies?" Cole said as he gathered Piper into his arms and proceeded along the path they had already been heading in when they had discovered Prue. Lorne and Prue followed closely behind.
Out of all the women Carl had fished out of the river, the one who had caught his attention the most had been the redhead. He had looked for her and, finally finding her, had settled down beside her. She had yet to wake, but he remained vigilantly on guard beside her. The more he looked at her, the more he found himself attracted to her.
Carl had never had good luck with women. They hated him almost as much as they hated Lorne, and yet he and Lorne had a respect for each other. Lorne treated him better than any one else except for Jack. Neither of them treated him as though he was beneath them or less of a man because of his stature. He wondered where Lorne was and hoped his friend was not too overcome by his empathy.
The scent of death was heavy upon the place, and Carl did not want to linger there much longer. He knew the townspeople would be coming. He wanted to take his booty and run, his booty being the redhead, but he knew he could not even pick her up and tote her because her body was too long. Her weight seemed to be nothing, almost that of a bird, but she made almost twice of him in her stature. He adoringly gazed into her face, willing her to wake up but knowing that she would probably start screaming for him to get away the minute that she did. He picked up her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it gently. Then he sat, holding her hand.
From somewhere far away, Paige felt something touching her and moving a part of her body. She came to gradually, her eyes slowly fluttering open. At first everything was blurry, but as her vision cleared, she became aware of a stranger's face peering down into her own. "Who . . . ? What . . . ?" she managed to gasp out in whispers. Her voice ached with each syllable, and her head pounded.
"Me? Carl. You?" he asked, surprised she had not screamed. "You're safe now." He didn't know how to tell her what all had happened and hoped she knew mostly what had happened. He smiled at her, still expecting screaming to come and cringing inwardly at the thought.
Paige was about to tell him her name when his next words answered her other question before she could ask it. She had wondered where her family was, and then suddenly the memories rushed back to her. She had been holding her mother's and Prue's hands when they had all walked out into the water together. They had meant to let the ocean take them, yet here she was. She knew already that this was neither Heaven nor Hell. She had lived, but the others . . . her mother . . . her sisters . . . their grandmother . . . "Oh Gods!" she cried aloud, jumping up to a sitting position. Her world whirled around her and pain assaulted every inch of her at the sudden movement, but she ignored it all as tears sped down her face and she sobbed openly. Her family! "Oh Gods, no!"
"Oh no, pretty one, do not cry!" Carl pleaded. "I am sure there are others that you will know that made it. When you are feeling better, we will go and look. I would offer to carry you to where you could look now as others are doing, but I am not tall enough. I'm standing now."
Did he need to wave a red flag in her face? She still wasn't screaming. Was she in shock? He wanted to yell "Go ahead; get it over with!", so that he could stop cringing inside and they could get on with it. He could run away and watch her from the shadows, because he knew something this beautiful would never want him near her if she was in her right mind. Until she did scream, however, he was happy to stay close, but if she screamed, he was obliged to run away. "You?" he asked again, hoping she'd give him at least a name he could dream on.
She looked at him oddly for a moment before speaking again. "Paige," she answered finally, wiping her tears from her face with the backs of her hands though more fell in their place. "Paige Halliwell. And you're right, of course. They're here. They have to be here somewhere." She started to push herself to her feet, but her mind whirled at such a rate that she was sent crashing back down onto her rear.
Carl pulled off his bandana and offered it to her. His hair fell down into his eyes, and he swiped at it angrily. "It's not as clean as it could be since it came from my head, but it's the only one I have," he said and offered it to her. Even if he managed to get one tear on it, he could smell her on it when it was returned to him, because she had touched it. It would never get washed again. He would keep it always and cherish her smell on it.
Paige looked at Carl as she accepted the offered bandana. "Thank you," she spoke in reply. Her fingers brushed his as she took the bandana, but she was too distraught to notice the spark that the accidental touch ignited. "I-I'm sorry. You probably think I'm silly or . . . or something . . . but . . . my . . . my family . . . " She could not bring herself to continue, to speak the awful fact that they might well be dead, and covered her face in his bandana as her tears increased. The cloth muffled her choking sob as she cried in fear and grief.
Carl couldn't think of how he could get Paige around to see. He looked frantically around for help. "I will be back in a minute, Miss Paige. Do not go anywhere. I will get some one to carry you to look for your people." He scampered off before she could answer in search of Lex and Clark.
Where had those boys gotten off to? Carl wondered as he looked around for Clark and Lex. He noticed some bushes not too far away; he thought that would be too obvious but went to look any way. He did not see them, but then he heard them. They had gone behind a big rock, and he ran around the side. He had interrupted them before and had every intention of doing it again.
Sure enough, when he rounded the corner, Carl found the young men locked in a heated embrace, Lex pushing Clark against the rock while Clark's hands were already under Lex's shirt. They were so deeply lost in each other's kisses that they did not even notice Carl at first. Carl cleared his throat and then had to speak as he noticed the sound had no effect on them. "I need your help. The lady I rescued with the red hair needs to be carried so that she can find her family."
The guys broke off what they were doing and looked at him in revulsion. "You don't have to say it," Carl said. "She is not interested in you two. She's mine, and I'll thank you to remember that. I just need your help in carrying her. She went in the water with her family and is not able to walk. She won't stop crying. Please, guys? I'll owe you big time."
"Sure. Why not?" Lex finally spoke. "I'll carry her. Clark doesn't want anything to do with any women. Lead on." Carl hopped, skipped, and headed back to where he had left Paige. Clark went next, and Lex slapped him on the rear when he went by. "Later, baby."
"Sooner," Clark purred.
"Right after," Lex answered promisingly. "Can't wait," he added with an impish grin and a sparkle in his mischievous blue eyes.
"Me neither," Clark agreed.
It did not take them long to reach the redheaded woman. She was sitting, holding a large, red bandana in her hand. So that's where Carl's bandana is. He really has laid a claim on her. Lex had to smile at that thought. Carl never laid claims on women. Usually, he ran from them. Lex hoped Carl had at last found somebody who would give him some attention. The little guy deserved some loving, but Lex moreover just wanted Carl to have something to entertain him besides distracting Clark and he always just when they were getting to the juicy parts.
"M-Miss Paige," Carl said when he reached her side. "This is Lex and Clark. Lex will carry you."
Lex smiled at her. "That is if you don't mind, ma'am?" Clark hung back; he did not want to get close to the woman.
Paige looked from Carl to Lex. Her eyes traveled slowly up his body, and despite everything, her gaze shimmered in appreciation of the view before her. "Of course I don't mind."
From where he stood behind Lex, Clark saw the appreciative way the woman looked at his beloved. He cleared his throat, stepped up, and laid a gentle hand possessively on Lex's shoulder. His eyes stayed on Paige's, however, in a silent warning that she keep any such thoughts of his man out of her mind. Paige glanced at him questioningly, unsure what to make of his move and, had she not known better or thought she did, warning, then returned her gaze to Lex.
Lex gently picked up Paige and they, too, began walking and looking at the people. He hoped she would find her family alive. Carl stayed very close, almost at Lex's butt. If Lex stopped, he would bump into him. He did not want to lose contact with the beautiful woman, and he did not want her to get excited over Lex. It seemed that every woman that saw Lex and Clark wanted them, and Carl did not want to lose her before he even got her.
As they had been walking, Clark had moved silently up beside Lex so that he could keep a closer eye on Paige. Out of the two, Clark was the shy one except when somebody was messing with Lex. If he had to kick that little hussy's ass, he would kick her butt with pleasure. Otherwise, he didn't want to touch any woman. Lex was his all, and any who dared to lay a hand on his man would pay the price. He got warm just thinking about what Lex would do to him later, and a devilish smile played over his lips at the thought and imagings that followed.
To Be Continued . . .
