Earth and Wolves

Chapter Twenty

For the second time in a month, I was packing. I was prepared to take Macy, and get her mind off Sam. It's been a couple of weeks since she got her heart broken and she wasn't really up for the trip. I really can't blame her. If Devon broke up with me, well there would be blood on my hands. Maybe my own.

So here I am preparing to meet some of Devon's closest friends, who are all human, might I add. As I shoved clothing in my pink duffel bag, Devon paced around, clearly excited for the visit. His footsteps weren't the ones I had read about in nearly every romance novel. Those typically didn't make a sound, my prince charming however padded around, his footsteps agitated and real. I grinned, mentally high fiving myself for making it twenty minutes with his never ending pace, I nearly had everything. Except for my toiletries and underwear, I was packed. I fluttered to my en suite and called out to Devon, if only to get a change in stride.

"Babe, can you grab my underwear? That includes bras and sleepwear." I requested, double checking that I grabbed my toothbrush.

I heard a snicker, "If I'm lucky, you won't be wearing anything to bed. And don't you think you have enough underwear in my car?" He retorted, causing my father to growl from below us. Devon was getting quite good at teasing my father about the fact he was sleeping with his daughter. So far my father thought Devon was joking, that perhaps it was an inside joke between the two, but I knew otherwise. Devon won't let me take my panties from the glove compartment, claiming I might need them in an emergency. If my father knew that, Devon wouldn't be welcomed so graciously. I felt my face brighten, and went back to packing my deodorant, pretending to have my innocence.

Soon enough I had packed everything I needed to stay hygienic, and went to peek inside my bag to see what Devon had packed. Giggling I picked up my sexiest lace, taunting his winking face. I slipped them back inside though, mentally promising myself that he would get to see me in them. Quickly I counted the number just to make sure that there was enough to get me by the weekend, and Devon did good. Finally, I shoved the bag of toiletries into my bag, and he reached over me to zip up the bag. His body pressed up against my rear end, and I was glad I was wearing jeans. If I decided to wear a skirt, my father might actually have something to complain about.

I turned around, side slipping away from my lover. He gave me an adorably cocky grin and I allowed him to grab my bag and open the door for me. Chivalry can be very nice sometimes, and right now is one of those times. It felt kind of strange though. Ever since Devon and I mated, our sexual appetites have grown tremendously. We constantly are craving each other, in class it's almost too much. He'll be sitting there, seemingly oblivious to me, taking notes on things that we'll never use. I'll be there, crossing my legs, and hoping no one notices the tension. And we've only had sex twice, Devon is keen on our marriage before kids, and this will take us another two, three years before marriage is plausible.

It's something I really need to discuss with Devon. That is, if I could hold a conversation without jumping his bones.

It'll change girly. Your body is naturally trying to produce children. It'll calm down once you've achieved that. Sara assured me, of course causing my anxiety about the subject to soar.

The tension between my mother and I was growing, and I knew that I needed to do something about it. The other day we got into a huge argument about my maturity, because I left my wallet in California. Grandma was shipping it back, but my mother's reaction was ridiculous.

It wasn't long before I sent my farewells to my family and we were on our way. This time Devon was driving, his old home not too far, seven hours maximum. Devon used to live in Eugene Oregon, our drive rather uneventful, except my karaoke. He watched me, trying to suppress his grin but couldn't help himself, causing me to kiss his dimpled cheek. I sung along to all sorts of terrible music until Devon stopped to get me something to drink, and to fuel up. When he arrived with my strawberry milk, my angst for meeting his friends wore me out and I fell asleep. Finally he was shaking me awake, having arrived at our hotel. He wore his backpack, and shouldered my duffel bag.