The Hound Of Bar Harborville (A Jane True Short Story) (Trueniverse Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
My own lips spread in a smile at the sight of Jane’s dark, sleek head in the rearview, our sweet little girls on the horizon.Not least because we were speeding away from them.When we were out of sight, Jane twisted back around to sit normally, absentmindedly putting on her seatbelt when the car started to ding at her. She may have saved the world once or twice, but not even Jane True, Champion, was free from the tyranny of modern safety protocols.“You okay?” I asked, pitching my voice low and soothing. I really needed her to be okay.Her lip trembled for a minute, tears gathering in her eyes. Then she laughed, dashing them away and turning to me.“You bet I’m okay. And I am going to be even more okay when we get to that hotel and finally have some privacy…”I wasn’t sure if it was sadness at leaving our twins alone for the first time since they’d been born or if it was lust, but something was making her voice throaty and throbby, and I decided to go with lust. A quick maneuver of the steering wheel and gear shift and the car was pulled to the side of the road and Jane was in my arms, and she was kissing me as fiercely as I was kissing her and she was so small and sweet and soft and her breasts, oh gods her breasts, and there was that evil little hand, reaching down and…“Get a room!”
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