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Chapter 28

My Spirit Animal is an Ass

KAT

Maui

“I’m only telling you this because I’ve had multiple orgasms in the last couple of hours and I’m not in my right mind.”

“Of course. Now, continue.” He kisses my neck while I try to concentrate.

“I turned to Ginny, to point you out. And you were gone. I thought I’d imagined things.”

“I ran when I realized it was you.”

“Hmm. Should I return to full on Harpy?”

He nips at my jaw. “Nah, I like you better as sexy Harpy.”

“I thought because I’d been without caffeine for most of the day and drank green gunk, I was hallucinating. I looked everywhere for you but didn’t hear you again until path journaling with Shaman Greg.”

“I like that you came looking for me.”

“I joked with myself about my vision quest, and...”

“I became your totem?” He rears his head back with a smirk that could drop anyone’s panties. Male, female, trans, non-binary, cis, queer, doesn’t matter I dare you to defy that fucking sexy smirk.

“Something like that. Then the damn silent hike, you asked and I followed my spirit guide.”

“You surrendered to me, and I missed it.”

“Seems like a spirit guide abuse of power but yes. The idea of you.”

He says, “Now I’ve led you to Hawaii, and God knows what else.” His hand grips my thighs.

“My thighs are vibrating.”

“Here, let me check.” He gets on his knees and spreads my legs. He scoots me to the edge of the table and runs his tongue up and down them, stopping for a moment to kiss my overworked pussy. His face reappears on my stomach, and he climbs on top of me.

I tell him point blank. “I don’t think I’m capable of another orgasm.”

“That’s not the can-do spirit I look for in a fiancée.”

“I knew I’d disappoint you at some point, better at the beginning.” I stand up offering him a hand, and we walk inside to the non-caked bed.

“To be honest I can barely rouse myself. You screwed me senseless, girl. I should be hungry.” I smile.

“We did skip dinner. And the toasts. And we started the dancing without their permission. Then room service cake,” I say.

“We’re the worst wedding guests ever.” I giggle as he crawls up the bed and pulls me to him.

I sigh deeply and then he kisses my neck softly. I say, “Yeah, but best wedding ever.”

“Agreed. We should celebrate everyone’s weddings like this.”

I should say something back but I drift off surrounded by all things Zane.

It’s deep into the morning, I watched him pack while I ate fancy chicken fingers at about three am. We’re sitting outside and the sound of the water is a constant reminder to relax and let it all go. It sits on top of my anxiety about what’s next. I relax back onto his chest between his legs on the chaise lounge. He continues kissing my neck. Then his hands invade my robe and take residence on my nipples again, while I throw back my head.