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The orgasm hits hard then it passes but now there are afterquakes. I shiver and shake as each new diminishing wave comes again. I grab his head, holding on as my body continues to do its own thing beyond my control.
“Fuck,” I exhale heavily. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He smiles.
“You enjoyed?”
“Fuck,” I say, unable to form a more coherent thought but I’m beaming with pleasure and joy and do manage to nod my head.
Then the sound of a key hitting the lock on the door echoes so loud in the room it rivals the explosion.
14
GWENETH
Ijerk upright as both of us twist to look at the door with dawning horror. A key can only mean that Khiara is returning.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Panic rising I twist on the couch, tugging my shirt back down into place. Pants. Where are my pants?
Dilacs has them in one hand. They’re a tangled bundle twisted into an almost knot. I grab and shove my foot into one hole but the leg is twisted and up and around, blocking me. Dilacs and I share a wide-eyed look then there is a jangling sound.
He dropped the keys. Thank all that’s holy, it buys time. A little. Not much, but right now I’ll take whatever I can get.
I jerk the pants off my calf, tug the legs straight then realize my panties aren’t here. There’s no time, I try to look quick, but the jangling of the keys is followed by the click clack of them being inserted into the lock.
I pull the pants on, lift my ass to slide them over my hips, and fight with the fastener. I drop my ass back onto the couch even as the door clicks open. Dilacs leaps across the living space to sit on the opposite chair.
I’m flushed and I know it, so I stare straight ahead until I hear the door fully open. Then I half-turn to see him standing in the entrance. He looks grumpy, but then that’s nothing new. My heart is hammering and I’m struggling to not gasp air. My lungs burn as hot as my skin. I dart a glance towards Dilacs but he looks as cool as ever.
“Brother,” Dilacs says.
I’m jealous of how calm he sounds. As if we weren’t just doing what we were doing and almost got caught in the middle of. But, sounding cool or not, as I look away my eyes catch, and linger on, the enormous bulge in his pants.
The smile that spreads over my face is as broad as any I’ve ever felt before. It makes my cheeks hurt it’s so wide and there is not a darn thing I can do about it. Until I see my panties lying between us on the floor.
Shit!
Khiara grunts and exhales heavily then walks towards the kitchen. In a second or two he’s going to be in a position to see the offending panties lying there screaming what he missed. The one thing neither of us want, because there is no doubt it will hurt him. I know we need to talk to Khiara about it, but talk about it, not shove it in his face. This is definitely not what we intended to do or the way to do it.
Cheeks flaming hot I turn to look at Khiara while stretching one leg out. I angle my foot, stretching my toes, and tapping as I try to hook the offending garment. Khiara grumbles softly as he gets a glass from the cabinet, spots the bottle waiting on the table, then goes to pour a drink.
Dilacs is frowning, trying to figure out what I am doing, then he looks down and sees them. His heavy eyes lift slightly and he slides his foot forward, pushing the panties towards me. Khiara pours his drink and as he turns I hook them.
I jerk my foot back as he walks towards us. I bend over and pretend to scratch my calf, balling the panties up and when I rise back up I bring them along, stuffing them into the back of my pants. Khiara takes a seat as I suppress a sigh of relief.
“Well?” Dilacs asks.
“Yes,” Khiara says, taking a drink.
He looks at each of us in turn. Does his gaze linger long on me? Does he know? I grit my teeth while forcing myself to have a friendly smile.
“Yes?” Dilacs asks. “Have you been reduced to single syllable answers brother? Are you going to tell us what you found out?”
Khiara tosses back his drink, grimaces as it burns, then smacks his lip and emits a loud ah sound. When he opens his eyes he stares at his brother.
“It seems,” he says, pausing for effect or to gather his own thoughts I don’t know, “that the rumors are true.”
