Jacqui the Cat Mysteries #3
Being half-cat isn’t easy in a human world, and Jacqui’s life has just gotten a lot more complicated now that he’s dating the hot deputy sheriff who lives across the street. Wyatt’s brain might explode if he finds out his lover turns into a cat sometimes. And even more unthinkable, Wyatt might REJECT Jacqui if he discovers that his boyfriend and Satan the feral wild cat are one and the same! As if Jacqui doesn’t have enough to worry about, he becomes the unwilling foster parent of a drooling dog, and soon discovers a nefarious plot involving marauding Rottweilers with a taste for Cat. Follow Jacqui into trouble in his most exciting misadventure yet!
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Word Count: 34000
Setting: San Juan Island
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Wyatt ran his hands up Jacqui’s back, sighing. “I sure wish you weren’t such a trouble magnet.”
“Then I wouldn’t be Jacqui, would I?”
“Suppose not,” Wyatt murmured, returning the nuzzle. Another, less sexy nuzzle was worming its way between them in the form of a dog snout. They parted reluctantly.
“You couldn’t find anyone to take him for the night?” Wyatt asked.
“No one. Fair-weather friends, the lot of them. You’re included in that, by the way.”
“Hey, not my fault. Your landlord is okay with it?”
“Encouraged it, actually. I think he finds it amusing.”
“It is funny,” Wyatt said. Seeing Jacqui’s glare, he added, “In an entirely not funny way.” He reached around Jacqui, picked up the glass, and finished off its meager contents. “Seems like a nice dog, at least.”
“No such thing. He’s simple and needy. Nice doesn’t come into it.”READ MORE
“He is too nice. Aren’t you, Stinky?” Wyatt dropped to a knee and began loving on the dog, talking the idiotic baby talk that goofy dogs inspired in certain humans. It really was pathetic.
Jacqui walked around the counter to get Wyatt a beer. He'd removed a bottle of ale from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard when Wyatt stood again and leaned against the counter.
"Hold off on that for a minute. You're still wearing your workout clothes."
"How observant of you, Mr. West," Jacqui said, quirking an eyebrow.
"I can't help but recall that you said you were waiting to take a shower with me."
"I was. And since these clothes were already grimy and damp and coated with dog hair, I thought I might as well leave them on until I was sure my dog-wrestling was done for the day."
"Well, I'm here to wrestle the dog if needs be, so you can undress and shower now."
"While you stay out here and make sure Stinky doesn't destroy my furniture?"
A pleasant heat rose up from Jacqui's belly, but he scowled, pretending to be annoyed.
"Are you proposing to take another shower?"
"No. I'll just watch."
Jacqui's dirty imagination sparked. He had no problem with the idea of putting on a show for Wyatt. No problem at all. Somewhere in a dim corner of his mind, Cat still whined about the dangers of leaving Stinky unattended, but the complaint was weak indeed.
"You can watch but not touch."
"Ouch." The pout on Wyatt's face was simply adorable.
"Not until I say so, anyway."
"Oh, good. You had me worried for a second."
"It's good for you to worry. I wouldn't want you taking all of this for granted." Jacqui swept a hand down the length of his body.
"No chance of that," Wyatt said emphatically. "You're the hottest guy I've ever slept with."
"That somehow sounds less romantic than it should."
"Let me rephrase that." Wyatt walked up and rested his hands on Jacqui's hips. He looked down and Jacqui looked up, their eyes mere inches apart. "You are the most achingly sexy man I've ever laid eyes on, you’re an amazing wildcat in bed, and when I'm not with you, it physically hurts. I, like, doodle your name and draw hearts around it."
"Liar," Jacqui purred.
"Okay, maybe not the last bit. But ask anybody, I'm dopey in—in lust with you."
Jacqui noticed the tiny hesitation but pretended not to. The big "L" was never to be mentioned between them. They had a pact. They were dating. They were boyfriends. They were having fun. End of story.
He put his hands on Wyatt's shoulders and massaged the hard muscles and pliable flesh. God, he loved Wyatt's body. And his heart. And his charm, his wit, his pouty acceptance of Jacqui's weirdness. But he didn't Love Wyatt. Because that would be terribly inconvenient—not to mention dangerous.
"Tell me more about how wonderful I am," he said, and even he detected the slight tremor in his voice that revealed he was avoiding Feelings, as usual.
"My memory is hazy. I need a refresher."
"So much for the dopey pining."
Wyatt slid his hands down to Jacqui's ass and squeezed both cheeks. "This feels familiar, but it's been a long time since I've seen it."
"Like what? Two days?"
"Like I said, long time." Wyatt finally closed the gap between their lips and plunged in, tongue first. Jacqui moved to close all the other gaps. He knew every groove and swell in Wyatt's body, and easily slid into place.
Stinky barked, loudly. It was a good thing Jacqui wasn't Cat, because his claws would've stabbed deep into Wyatt's skin.
"Someone's jealous." Wyatt chuckled into Jacqui's neck. The breath tickled and Jacqui shivered.
"Shall I put him on the balcony?"
"Nah. You're going into the shower anyway, remember?" Wyatt slapped Jacqui on the ass and let him go. "He'll be okay out here alone for a few minutes."
"A few minutes?" Jacqui frowned.
"That was an understatement to get you out of your pants."
"Hmm." Jacqui gave Stinky one last warning glare before heading into the bathroom. The dog was already putting a crimp in Jacqui's freedom. Jacqui hated crimps.
He turned on the water in the shower and stripped off his clothes while it heated. He didn't hate water, per se. That was a stereotype. He just hated water that was deep enough to drown in. And water that sprayed at him suddenly, like the type out of a hose wielded by a madman named Sam. And sprinklers. Jacqui despised sprinklers, especially the tick-tick-tick ones that all of sudden whipped back across the yard when he wasn't looking. And swimming pools full of children who'd recently overtaxed their tiny bladders with gallons of soda.
Wyatt's warm hand stroked his back. "Do you have to talk yourself over your fear of water every time you shower?"
"I do not have a fear of water!"
Too bad humans can't lick themselves clean. Too bad Wyatt can't lick us clean.
"But if you want to give us a tongue bath, I wouldn't object."
Wyatt laughed and kissed the back of Jacqui's neck. "Much as I adore you, I'm afraid I'd end up with a tongue sprain."
Jacqui sniffed, tested the water on his palm, and stepped in. It was a tiny shower, because his entire studio apartment was tiny. He’d never noticed until large, hot Wyatt barged in, filling all the spaces.
How he wanted Wyatt to fill all the spaces.
But we have to make him wait.