The Orange Cat and Other Cainsville Tales (Cainsville 3.5)

"Sealskin," she said. "It's a sealskin miniskirt. This is what I was buying in that shop. They assured me it was ethically sourced."

"Ethically-sourced sealskin?"

"That's what they said. Go with it." She twirled, the skirt flying up, showing off tanned thighs and the barest glimpse of ass. "What do you think?"

"Different. Also, oddly arousing."

"I thought it might be, after that story you told me this morning."

He paused and then sputtered a laugh as he remembered sharing his fantasy moment from the cavern, recreating the selkie image from his grandmother's books. Thinking of that and looking at the skirt . . .

Fuck.

Liv stripped off her shirt. Under it, she wore a brown speckled bra, one that went remarkably well with the sealskin skirt.

"I have two words to add to that scenario I gave you," she said. "Just two."

"Uh-huh."

She leaned in, her chest brushing his, lips going to his ear as she whispered, "Selkie porn."

He let out a laugh. Then she moved back and his gaze traveled down her, taking in the view of her with the pounding surf behind and . . .

"Fuck."

"That depends. What do you say? It's the chance to bring to life a childhood fantasy. Well, not one you actually had as a child, I presume. But I'm sure you can improvise now." She looked at the water. "I see the ideal rock out there. Perfect for a selkie to climb up on, basking in the late-day sun, and then a hot young human just happens by--"

"I'm in."

"That's what I'm hoping," she said with a grin, and he chuckled again, a little ragged now as he moved toward her. She backed up. "Uh-uh. No touching until the fantasy is in full play. I may need to do some swimming first. Get all wet and ready. You can watch. Maybe find a nice tree to spy from. Good?"

"Oh, yeah. And this is just the warm-up. If I'm the one to give in first, I get the whole page of promises."

"You do."

"It's just too bad you won't get the ones on my page. I was looking forward to doing that. All of that."

She smiled. "Oh, I'm still collecting. You just get to go first."

"Uh, no. Sorry. That wasn't the deal. I mean, I'd love to, naturally. But the offer was only good for the first who redeemed it. Which is me."

"Wait, no. That was not--"

"Was, too."

"Then I claim it," she said quickly. "I surrender first. Add selkie porn to your list, so you'll still get that and--"

"Nope. Sorry. Really. I feel terrible, but I couldn't hold out. You win." He sighed. "I was especially looking forward to . . ." He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Bastard."

"Hey, that's not nice. Especially since I was going to suggest that you could still win it. As a reward. For good behavior."

"Good behavior?" She arched one brow. "Does that mean what I think it does?"

"Yep. You gotta earn it. I'll warn you, though, my selkie fantasy is getting more elaborate by the second."

"Whatever you can come up with, I can meet and exceed all expectations."