Page 59 of Cats Never Fly

AtleastOgden’scloset, with all its different textures and colors and types of clothes, was a distraction;I’dnever seen anything like it.Itboggled my mind.He’darranged the clothes by color like a bright rainbow.Ididn’t know where he stashed his black, white, gray, and beige clothes, butIcouldn’t see any of them.Hehad to own them; everyone did.Ilooked around his closet again.Ormaybe not.Everythingon display was bright, bold, and vibrant.

ThenOgdenpulled out various shirts and held them in front of me andIforgot all about black and gray and white and beige.

“Thisone will dry,”Isaid, dangling the oneIhad clutched in my hand.Ididn’t relish the idea of wearing a ripped and cum-stained shirt for the rest of the day, butOgdenwas smaller than me and he didn’t seem the type to buy oversized or baggy clothes.Iwas sure nothing he owned would fit me.

“Here,” he said as he thrust a lime green polo shirt into my hands. “Trythis one.”

Ieyed the colorful shirt dubiously, trying to figure out how to say no without offending him, but he wasn’t paying any attention to me.He’dalready stripped off the clothes he’d borrowed from me and was digging in the drawer with his pretty underwear.Theunderwear he pulled out…Theywere teal.Wasthat the right word?Theylooked silky soft.Whenhe’d wrapped his hand around me, his touch had been silky soft too.

Iswallowed hard as my cock rallied again.

Ashe pulled on his underwear,Icouldn’t look away.Thepretty fabric was beautiful against his skin.Iglancedat the other colors in his underwear drawer.Ibet they’d all be gorgeous.

Maybesomeday he would model all of them for me.

Butnot now.Unfortunately.

Wedidn’t have time to waste—not withDillonandVanand the others waiting for us.Iglanced back at the opening leading to his bedroom.Hereally needed a door on that.Iwiped my plain grayT-shirt over my stomach where my skin still felt a little sticky.

Nowwhat wasIsupposed to do with it?

“Justtoss yours in the hamper.Maybewe can use it for rags or something,”Ogdensaid without pausing as he sorted through his shirts.

Idid as he suggested, thankfulIhadn’t worn one of my favorite shirts today.

ThenIeyed the one he’d given me.Itlooked way too small. “Idon’t know about this.Idon’t want to wreck your clothes.”

“Itis stretchy.It’llbe fine,”Ogdensaid as he wiggled into some tight rusty red pants, hiding his silky teal underwear from view.Itook a moment to appreciate the way his slim body moved.Itreminded me of the way he’d undulated and writhed in his dragon form, all graceful and smooth, as he flew across the lake under the moonlight.

Thenhe tugged on a short-sleeved orange shirt, hiding his skin from me.Iskipped shirts like that whenIshopped because it looked like they’d need to be dry-cleaned, or at the very least, ironed.Hesmiled when he caught me watching him as his fingers danced over his buttons.

NooneIknew wore bright clothes like that.Notin reallife.Everyeye would be on him as soon as we walked out the door.I’dnever ever be able to dress like that, but the clothes suited him.

“Goon,” he said, nodding at the green shirt in my hand. “Tryit.”

Itugged on the fabric and sure enough, it stretched.Wouldit be enough?Onlyone way to find out.Islipped it over my head.Bythe timeIpulled the hem down and adjusted the way the shirt stretched over my shoulders,Ifelt like a bit of sausage meat being shoved into a casing.

“Oh, that color is perfect for you,” he enthused. “Bringsout the color of your eyes.”

Hebounced over to me and smoothed his palms over my chest where theT-shirt molded to every dip and bulge, pausing only long enough to tweak my nipples.Hiseyes twinkled as his gaze danced over my body.Helicked his lips as if he liked what he saw.

“Alittle snug, but so much better than what you were wearing,” he said. “Howdo you like it?”

“Ifeel like ifItake too big of a breath, the seams will burst.”

Helaughed likeI’dtold a joke, even thoughIwas being serious. “It’llbe fine.Theshirt is quality.Theseams will hold.”

“Uh… okay…Ifyou’re sure…ButIcould just wear?—”

“I’msure,” he said. “Thecolor is divine on you, kitty cat.”

Then, beforeIcould come up with a better protest,Ogdenpulled me out of the closet—ha!I’dbeen out of thecloset for years—and through the apartment until we found the others.

“We’reready,”Ogdenannounced toDillonand the others when we found them all gathered downstairs in the office. “Let’sgo findWesleyand arrest that arsehole.”

Chapter Twenty

OGDEN