Magna laid out on the lounge on the deck and laughed as Wilson retrieved the toy she had thrown, brought it close enough to be just out of her reach, and lay down, happily gnawing on the toy. She was exhausted from their day and glad to be home where she could remove her shoes and return to wearing one of Gabe’s shirts. A smile curved her lips as she remembered Kane’s reaction when she emerged from the bedroom.
She moved her arms over her head and stretched. Her body was still tingling from what had happened next. A soft moan slipped out when the soft material of the shirt rubbed against her sensitive n*****s.
Closing her eyes, she captured the memory and held it close. Maybe someday she would collect a hundred shells – no a thousand – and inside each one she would store a memory of the
