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It would be better this way, with other people who represented less pressure, to keep her occupied, so that she didn’t feel cornered by my sister.
Granted, Sass was cool.
She wasn’t going to be doing the third-degree or anything like that.
But I knew Siana well enough at this point to know she was going to overthink it anyway.
“What do the other women wear to a biker party?” she asked, turning the teacup around in her hand over and over.
“That depends,” I said.
“On what?” she asked, head tipped to the side.
“On how late and how drunk they are,” I said, shooting her a smirk. “Might start out in a jean skirt and tank top. Might end up stark fucking naked.”
“In front of everyone?” she asked, adorably scandalized for someone who hadn’t even flushed when, at that first meeting at the hotel, Sion had shown images of full-on fucking on the screen.
I guess, when it came to that, she had a certain level of detachment. Because she personally detached from her content. So she did the same from everyone else’s.
Save, of course, for mine.
The content I hadn’t even thought about since I’d finally gotten to see her in person.
Suddenly, all I gave a fuck about washerattention.
“Yep. Usually, it starts with a top coming off in the pool. Or sometimes strip poker. Truth or dare. Everyone is usually pretty willing to get naked over there,” I admitted.
“Do you? Get naked?”
“Not unless you’re gonna get naked with me,” I said, watching as she flushed, her gaze moving away.
She still had some of that shyness going for her.
But this was the woman who stood in that mirror, begging for my cock, the one who pulled the blankets down, and welcomed me onto her bare chest.
She’d get more comfortable with me outside of intimate moments given enough time.
And I planned to give her that.
Time.
As much as she needed to get as into me as I found I was into her.
It was new to me.
I’d alwaysenjoyedwomen.
But it had been in a much more superficial way than I’d even realized at the time. Mostly, it was about their attraction to me. Their interest in me. Not necessarily my interest in them. Sure, yeah, there’d been a sexual interest. I was human. But that was all it was.
I was pretty sure this was the first time in my life when I was just as interested in who a woman was as I was in sleeping with her, or how much attention I could get from her.
I couldn’t say what was different. Maybe there was no way to rationalize it. Sometimes, you just… stumbled upon the right person.
It really had been fate, the more I thought about it.
If I’d changed my number, so Sion couldn’t have contacted me. If I’d ignored his invitation. If I had been busy that day. If I’d turned around halfway to the hotel like I almost did. If I hadn’t messaged her. If I hadn’t heard the gunshots. If Sion hadn’t given me her address…
If any of those factors had been different, I never would have met Siana.
