“I hadn’t thought of that,” said Patrick.
“Neither had I,” chimed in Ginny. “Could we wait to decide until we’ve had a chance to see Angie’s house?”
“Oh! Of course,” said Angie. “Men! Make her think she has to move tonight? After just getting home? Give her a chance.”
“Angie, I didn’t mean she had to move this second,” said George softly.
Ginny smiled. She liked seeing the tender side of George. Better yet, she liked seeing Angie handle George so well.
“Peetzas ready!” called the three pups from the kitchen.
Angie looked past George at the three of them and cleared her throat. “What do you say?” she said firmly.
“Dinner is ready,” said Sara, Ivan and Joe all together.
“Thank you. We will be there in a minute,” said Angie who turned around quickly so that the three wouldn’t see her smile.
“You know, that was even better than seeing George put in his place,” said Ginny with a smile on her face.
Angie smiled. George blushed.
“Let’s go eat,” said Meg. “I’m starving.”
Jeff looked at Meg. “I take it you aren’t skipping meals?” he asked.
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been eating like a pig, and I’m still hungry,” said Meg as they all walked to the table. She gave Ginny a hug as Patrick helped Ginny to the table where Bitty and ‘Solda waited to serve dinner.
“Okay, just checking,” said Jeff.
“Don’t mind him,” said Martha. “He just worries too much some times.”
“Martha, if you hadn’t told me I’d be so hungry, I’d have thought I had something wrong,” said Meg. “Oh, and Ginny, as soon as you can walk, we need to go shopping.”
“I noticed your wardrobe had taken a Luc-ish style to it,” said Ginny with a smile.
“Oh yeah,” said Meg.
Pizza, beer and salad was passed around the table. The conversations mellowed as people ate.
“What was this about an old shifter?” asked Luc.
“His name is Buster, and he lives at the Bed & Breakfast. To be honest, I don’t think he’ll last a month,” said Patrick. He explained a bit more and the rest of them listened.
“Did you ever find out who his family is?” asked Ysabel.
“No, but that would have taken longer to go through his stuff than I had the other morning,” said Patrick.
“Hardest part is going to be Sam. She’s rather attached to him and will miss him when he passes,” said Ginny. Patrick nodded.
“I’ll talk to Doc Rogers and make sure he’s ready for Buster’s passing,” said Jeff.
“Good idea,” said Luc. “Might be startling if he shifts back.”
*
Ginny looked around her room. It was beautiful. Patrick had carried her while they had the grand tour of the changes in the house. Now they were alone in their room for the first time.
“They did a great job,” said Ginny.
“Yes, they did. And our decisions on what happens will wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I want to ravish you,” he said huskily as he held her in his arms.
“Ravish me?” Ginny teased. “But I’m injured.”
“Oh. Well. If you hurt too much, I’ll just sleep on the couch,” Patrick replied. He let go of her and started to head out of the room.
“One step further and I’ll kick you with my bad ankle,” said Ginny.
Patrick turned and smiled a wicked smile. “Glad to know that you don’t hurt that much,” he said. He walked back over to Ginny and started taking off her clothes. She started to help.
“No,” he growled. Ginny stopped. He had her undressed and helped her on the bed. Then he undressed. As he got onto the bed, he cuddled Ginny to him.
“Too many nights without being inside of you,” he said.
“Far too long,” said Ginny. She reached over to stroke his erection that was throbbing against her thigh.
Patrick reached between Ginny’s legs and wasn’t surprised to find her wet. His fingers slid across her clit and into her pussy with ease. Ginny groaned with pleasure. Patrick fingered her until she began to moan and press against his hand. He pulled her up on her knees and moved between her legs, careful not to bump her ankle. Patrick guided his cock between her lips and deep into her pussy. Hot, moist and so tight, he clamped down on the sensations running through his body so as to not come right then.
Ginny gasped at the sensation of having Patrick buried to the hips inside of her. Slowly, he began to stroke in and out. His hands on her hips felt good. She tried to speed up and Patrick held her, keeping to the slower pace.
“Patrick,” she moaned.
“Nnno, not ggoing to rush,” he said through jaws partially shifted. “Want to last.”
Ginny felt his hand shift as the nails became claws and held her even tighter. She knew she didn’t dare shift as that would stress her ankle. Patrick’s fur on his stomach tickled her back and she arched against him. Other things had shifted, and she was enjoying each stroke of his cock as it nudged her cervix.
Patrick brought his hand around to stroke Ginny’s clit. She moaned and bucked hard against him. It was Patrick’s turn to moan as her muscles tightened around his cock and the last of his control slipped. Pounding harder, he felt his balls slap against Ginny’s thighs as he leaned forward. Ginny wriggled in pleasure as her orgasm hit. Patrick rode the wave of her release and then biting down on her shoulder, let loose his control. It felt as if he came forever, and the knot that had formed held them tightly together.
Ginny lowered herself to the bed, and Patrick followed. He was half shifted, and it was difficult to fit on the bed. Patrick curled up around Ginny.
“That was so nice,” Ginny said softly.
“Nihsh?” said Patrick. “Ohnly nihsh?”
“Very, very nice,” she said