Ezra
“Let them watch,” I growled unintentionally. I had no intention of letting Kristen out of my arms or off my lap. If nothing else I needed her round bottom to cover up the positively indecent erection that would not be concealed by my loose joggers.
The counselors were taking turns telling jokes and stories and putting on short skits but I was paying absolutely no attention to the impromptu stage in front of the fire. All my attention was on Kristen.
She was fresh from the shower, and somehow her scent was stronger than ever before. It wasn’t her shampoo or her deodorant or a body lotion, it was her, her essence, coming through her pores, wafting from every inch of her skin, thrumming through her blood.
Humans don’t smell like that. Even Alex’s mother, though she’d had a faintly pl
