Passions of a Papillon by Tara Lain

Author:Tara Lain [Lain, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734148152
Publisher: Tara Lain Books
Published: 2020-01-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

What the hell? Finn brushed a hand against his face to make the tickling stop and flipped on his side. More tickling started against his neck and some vague sense of memory reminded him he wasn’t alone in the bed. He slowly smiled and snuggled into his covers even farther.

The tickles suddenly got warm and wet against his cheek.

Finn giggled.

Then they moved into his ear—and dug in.

“Em. Quit.”

“Wha—?” The voice came from behind him—but nowhere near his ear.

The wet tongue dove back into Finn’s ear, totally searching for gold or brains or something. “Em!”

“What?”

“Woof?”

Wait. Woof?

Finn opened his lids and blinked against the bright sun streaking in through the windows that had never been covered the night before. Slowly, he turned his head and was attacked by an abrasive tongue all over his face.

“Woof.” Batshit stared directly into his face, her enormous ears blocking out some of the light.

How the hell? Finn sat up and Batshit broke into one of her hysterical bouts of barking. Probably accusing him of having left her with those horrible humans.

Em slowly sat up next to Finn, rubbing at his eyes and staring at Batshit like if he rubbed hard enough she might disappear. “Holy crap, what’s going on?”

“It appears Batshit has escaped her captors.”

Pushing back against the headboard, his beautiful chest glowing in the morning light, Em said, “Uh, okay so somehow she got out of Studler’s car and turned into Lassie and figured out how to get to your house, but unless you gave her a key, how the frigging hell did she get in here?”

Damned good question. “I better find out.” Finn crawled out of bed, realized he was bare-assed with all curtains open, yanked the shades down, then grabbed his jeans and headed toward the door with Batshit hot on his heels.

When he walked back in a few minutes later, he was smiling—sheepishly. “Uh, apparently we were sufficiently distracted last night that we not only left the garage door open, we didn’t even close the door from the garage to the kitchen.”

“Well hell, anyone could have walked in.” He looked around. “Where’s Bat?”

“I gave her some food.”

Speak of the devil, the sound of dog claws on hardwood reverberated through the room and Batshit ran straight in, leaped on the bed, and started licking Em.

Holding up his hands to ward off the affectionate attack, he laughed. “Yuk. You smell like dog food.” He grabbed Batshit and hugged her as she kept licking.

“It’s the kind of food you said would be good for her. I ran out of turkey slices.”

Em fell into instant baby talk as he scratched Batshit’s belly and she writhed in ecstasy all over the bed. “But she wants her turkey slices, Daddy. We gotta get the girl her turkey.”

Finn crossed his arms. “So if I’m daddy, who are you?”

“I’m Uncle Em, aren’t I, baby?”

Finn flopped on the mattress beside the belly-rubbing duo and joined in the petting orgy. “Well, Uncle Em, it appears that we’re once again in possession of stolen goods.

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