S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
Her father was running the Hunter's training all week, and he didn't respond well to tardiness, plus Cherry didn't feel like scooping up horse shit with her bare hands today.
Cassie sighed. It was too early to be fighting with her lover, so she stepped aside, unblocking the passageway. “Just go, Cheryl.”
“I promise we will talk some more later.” Cherry kissed Cassie on the cheek before turning to Kitty. “And happy birthday to you, bitch. Your present is in your underwear drawer. It's a dildo. You're welcome." Cheryl winked, then she hustled out of the house and hopped on her motorcycle. Cassie didn't release her breath until she heard the bike zooming in the distance.