The Mane Attraction
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Really? And Mitch looked really perplexed. Cause I like it here a lot.
You do?
Yeah. Its nice. Quiet.
Sissy started to say something, but she was distracted when the waitress came by yet again. When she stood there and didnt move, Sissy glared up at her, making the girl step back.
Is there something you want, darlin?
Um The little full-human swallowed. Were actually closingor are closedor whatever. But feel free to stay! she spit out in a rush before running off.
Mitch looked around. Shit. Were the only customers left.
Sissy laughed again. Maybe it is time to go home then.
Slowly, Mitch looked at her, that gold gaze stripping her naked right there. I think thats a very good idea, he growled.
Leaning across the table, Sissy snarled, Then you better move that fine ass, hoss. Im gettin needy.
Chapter 24
They didnt even make it out of the car. One second, Mitch was shutting off the ignition, the next he had a persistent and determined Sissy Mae in his lap. With remarkable speed, she had the seat and him flatMitch didnt even know if seats on the Barracuda could recline back. Yet he had the distinct feeling if they couldnt, that would be the first thing Sissy and Ronnie Lee would rectify.
Even with the side windows open, they still managed to steam up the back window, and Mitch already had the top part of Sissys dress down around her waist.
To be honest, hed never enjoyed making out in a car so much before.
Mitch pulled Sissys head to the side and began to kiss her neck and shoulderthats when he saw them watching.
Aaah!
Sissy jumped. What? Whats Her eyes narrowed, and he saw her fangs slide out as she stared out the drivers side window. What the hell are you old bitches doin?
Sissy Mae, Francine explained primly, although she looked more than a little amused, only whores sleep with a man on the first date.
Im really beginning to hate you.
Janette leaned in a little and looked around the car. Nice. But Ronnie Lee will have your ass if you screw around in her car.
Go. Away.
Darla seemed thoughtful as she stared at Sissy. Youve got titties just like your momma.
That is it! Sissy sat straight up and immediately slammed her head on the roof. Goddamnit!
Mouth like her momma, too, Francine laughed. She motioned to her sisters. Lets leave these lovepups to their business. We left you children dessert. Enjoy.
Sissy rubbed the back of her headand stared down at Mitch. Would it have been that horrible to be an orphan? I mean, really?
Mitch shrugged. I like em.
Fine. They can be your aunts then. She rested against his chest, and he pushed her hand out of the way so he could rub the back of her head.
They only bust your balls because they like you as much as they love you. Its a compliment.
Whatever. She settled a little more against his chest.
Sissy?
Hhhmm?
They left us dessert.
Her head came up off his chest as if in slow motion, and those light brown eyes stared at him behind lowered brows. And? she asked, pretty much daring him to say the words.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Dessert will be great later. Much later.
She sniffed, as arrogant as any lioness, and rested back against his chest.
The mood broken by her damn aunts, Sissy went in the house fully expecting to start cutting the pies or cakes theyd probably left behind. But when she turned around to ask Mitch if he wanted coffee, she found him staring at her like she was a wounded impala.
What? She glanced down at herself andnope. Everything was in order. Shed pulled her top back up before leaving the car since she wouldnt put it past more of her relatives to be hanging around.
Come here. She took a step, and Mitch held his hand up, halting her. Take off the dress.
No problem there. She hated the damn thing. In Sissys estimation, dresses had been devised to slow women down when they needed to run away. The straps on her shoulders were already untied, and she tugged down the tight bodice until her breasts were bare. She pushed the dress past her hips and to the floor.
He chuckled. Where are the shoes, baby?
Uhunder the table at the restaurant. Sissy put her hands on her hips. Think you can manage without the shoes?
I guess. But dont you think they do wonders highlighting my calves?
It started off as a small snort, and then Sissy was doubled over on the couch laughing. Mitch had a way of doing that to her. Making her hot one second and laughing hysterically the next. When he could do both at the same time, shed be so screwed.
When Mitch rolled her onto her back, he was already naked. He lifted her up, carrying her in his arms as he went up the stairs. He took her into her bedroom and dumped her on the bed. After she stopped laughing, she looked up at him.
Are you ready for me, Sissy Mae?
She snorted again. You have to stop.
Mitch put his hands on his hips, raised an eyebrow, and said, Ready to partake of this level of perfection?
You do?
Yeah. Its nice. Quiet.
Sissy started to say something, but she was distracted when the waitress came by yet again. When she stood there and didnt move, Sissy glared up at her, making the girl step back.
Is there something you want, darlin?
Um The little full-human swallowed. Were actually closingor are closedor whatever. But feel free to stay! she spit out in a rush before running off.
Mitch looked around. Shit. Were the only customers left.
Sissy laughed again. Maybe it is time to go home then.
Slowly, Mitch looked at her, that gold gaze stripping her naked right there. I think thats a very good idea, he growled.
Leaning across the table, Sissy snarled, Then you better move that fine ass, hoss. Im gettin needy.
Chapter 24
They didnt even make it out of the car. One second, Mitch was shutting off the ignition, the next he had a persistent and determined Sissy Mae in his lap. With remarkable speed, she had the seat and him flatMitch didnt even know if seats on the Barracuda could recline back. Yet he had the distinct feeling if they couldnt, that would be the first thing Sissy and Ronnie Lee would rectify.
Even with the side windows open, they still managed to steam up the back window, and Mitch already had the top part of Sissys dress down around her waist.
To be honest, hed never enjoyed making out in a car so much before.
Mitch pulled Sissys head to the side and began to kiss her neck and shoulderthats when he saw them watching.
Aaah!
Sissy jumped. What? Whats Her eyes narrowed, and he saw her fangs slide out as she stared out the drivers side window. What the hell are you old bitches doin?
Sissy Mae, Francine explained primly, although she looked more than a little amused, only whores sleep with a man on the first date.
Im really beginning to hate you.
Janette leaned in a little and looked around the car. Nice. But Ronnie Lee will have your ass if you screw around in her car.
Go. Away.
Darla seemed thoughtful as she stared at Sissy. Youve got titties just like your momma.
That is it! Sissy sat straight up and immediately slammed her head on the roof. Goddamnit!
Mouth like her momma, too, Francine laughed. She motioned to her sisters. Lets leave these lovepups to their business. We left you children dessert. Enjoy.
Sissy rubbed the back of her headand stared down at Mitch. Would it have been that horrible to be an orphan? I mean, really?
Mitch shrugged. I like em.
Fine. They can be your aunts then. She rested against his chest, and he pushed her hand out of the way so he could rub the back of her head.
They only bust your balls because they like you as much as they love you. Its a compliment.
Whatever. She settled a little more against his chest.
Sissy?
Hhhmm?
They left us dessert.
Her head came up off his chest as if in slow motion, and those light brown eyes stared at him behind lowered brows. And? she asked, pretty much daring him to say the words.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Dessert will be great later. Much later.
She sniffed, as arrogant as any lioness, and rested back against his chest.
The mood broken by her damn aunts, Sissy went in the house fully expecting to start cutting the pies or cakes theyd probably left behind. But when she turned around to ask Mitch if he wanted coffee, she found him staring at her like she was a wounded impala.
What? She glanced down at herself andnope. Everything was in order. Shed pulled her top back up before leaving the car since she wouldnt put it past more of her relatives to be hanging around.
Come here. She took a step, and Mitch held his hand up, halting her. Take off the dress.
No problem there. She hated the damn thing. In Sissys estimation, dresses had been devised to slow women down when they needed to run away. The straps on her shoulders were already untied, and she tugged down the tight bodice until her breasts were bare. She pushed the dress past her hips and to the floor.
He chuckled. Where are the shoes, baby?
Uhunder the table at the restaurant. Sissy put her hands on her hips. Think you can manage without the shoes?
I guess. But dont you think they do wonders highlighting my calves?
It started off as a small snort, and then Sissy was doubled over on the couch laughing. Mitch had a way of doing that to her. Making her hot one second and laughing hysterically the next. When he could do both at the same time, shed be so screwed.
When Mitch rolled her onto her back, he was already naked. He lifted her up, carrying her in his arms as he went up the stairs. He took her into her bedroom and dumped her on the bed. After she stopped laughing, she looked up at him.
Are you ready for me, Sissy Mae?
She snorted again. You have to stop.
Mitch put his hands on his hips, raised an eyebrow, and said, Ready to partake of this level of perfection?
