Fantasy Lynxed [Teeth, Nails and Tails] - Brynn Paulin

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When Bar returned, Summer was dressed…just, and Mika had a blanket wrapped around them both as she leaned back against his chest. Mika was sure Bar would detect the scent of sex still heavy in the air. Of course, he’d been able to share in their climaxes through their mental link. Mika had no doubt Bar had been there every time. His friend smiled as he came in and dropped Mika’s clothes on the bed. “Thought you’d like those,” he said then turned his attention to Summer. “Hey, baby, guess what?” He dropped a kiss on her lips, and she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Bar lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her need permeating all their beings once more. Their woman loved sex, and Mika couldn’t be happier about that. Mika loved watching the two of them together. He knew Bar felt the same. If not for the urgency to get Summer back to town, where there was adequate shelter and supplies, Bar would have stayed and watched his two mates make love. “What?” she finally asked. “The salvage party brought back everything from the plane back last night.

It’s at the community center, waiting for the three of you to go through it.” She dropped her feet to the ground, her mood visibly changing at the reminder of her previous life. “I hope my cameras are okay.” “We’ll find out soon enough. Let’s go.” Bar looked over Summer’s shoulder at Mika, and Mika saw the troubled look in his cluster mate’s eyes. All was not well here, but he knew Bar couldn’t tell him without alerting Summer as well. “Wait!” she cried as they started outside. She unzipped her backpack. “I need to leave something for the next people who come through.” They were taking the blankets with them to wash then return as soon as possible. She pulled the matches and flashlight from her pack and put them in the big Ziploc with the others. Then she shoved the extra socks into one of the plastic bins by the bed. “You’re awfully free with my clothes,” Bar said. “You used the place, too, didn’t you?” “She has you there.” Together, they trooped outside, and Summer closed the rope latch with far less difficulty than she’d had opening it. “What is that?” she asked when she turned. “That, baby, is a moose buggy.” “It looks like… I don’t know what it looks like. A Jeep-4x4-franken-truck on steroids. How big are the tires on that monstrosity?” “Fifty-two inches. It’ll go through mud and bogs and snow like this as if it’s nothing. It’ll get you home safe.” He leaned in. “And Bar loves driving the thing, but he doesn’t get much of a chance.”

She shook her head. She obviously didn’t know what to make of the thing that looked like it had been made from a bunch of different vehicles. It stood so far off the ground he was sure she’d have trouble getting in it. As it turned out, he needed to lift her inside, and she sighed in delight as she discovered the heated interior of Bar’s fabulous-ground eating monster. “I take it back,” she said as she settled onto a fur-lined back seat. “This is a wonderful vehicle.” She closed her eyes and waved a hand in the general direction of Caribou Run. “Take me home, boys.” Mika and Bar exchanged a look, wishing she really meant that.