Thanks for talking me into an orgasm without even being inside me?
I dab at my forehead. I’m sweating.
Dain rounds the order island and makes his way to us, carrying both drinks easily in one hand. He stops at a littlestation with coffee toppers and drink stirrers and grabs two napkins. Setting them down on our table, he places the drinks and grins at me. Then he drops to his heels, resting one forearm on the table as he stares deeply into my eyes.
“I don’t wanna get in the way of your girls’ weekend but can you tack a day onto your trip? There’s somewhere I wanna take you, if you’ll have me.”
Oh gods. Oh fuck. Is he asking me out right here in front of Kingston?
She bites her lip, looking away as she tries to give us space.
“Please,” he says softly. “I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”
When I struggle to find an immediate response, he spins to Kingston and grins.
“I’m Dain, by the way.”
They shake hands and exchange pleasantries.
“I’d love to,” I hear myself say. “We were supposed to leave before dinner tomorrow night, but I can hang out for a little longer, if you’ve got something extra amazing that I’ve just gotta see. More plants, maybe?”
Kingston lets out a little hysterical laugh, but cuts it short.
Dain grins at me. “Sounds good, little witch. I’m working all day today, tonight and in the morning. But call me tomorrow when you’re free. Dinner time-ish is best, if you can. Definitely before sunset.”
“Okay.” I smile at him as he rises.
He winks at me, then turns to head back behind the counter.
Dain
Everything’s ready. I glance at the picnic basket on my kitchen counter, running through my list of things to bring.
Pumpkin mead. Cheese. Crackers. A cutting from my Devil’s Backbone plant. It’s an unusual variety with purple leaves, and I think Shadow’ll love it. I’m showered and shaved and ready.
And praying I don’t get stood up for some reason. Shadow and I had an easy connection, but I didn’t realize howmuchI liked her until I thought about her going home to Rainbow. Seeing her at the coffee shop yesterday just cemented my feelings. There’s something about her and I wanna know what it is before I never see her again.
My comm watch rings, her name hovering over the blue band.
I answer. “Hey, pretty girl. You stick around?” I’m almost expecting her to say that no, while it was fun, she’s at the train station with her friends.
“I’m a block away,” is what she says instead. She sounds slightly breathless, like she’s hurrying.
Something inside me clenches up tight, my focus pivoting to her.
“Coming,” I growl out. Throwing my front door open, I jog down the sidewalk and there she is, walking up it toward me. Today she’s wearing black jeans and a green v-neck tee that brings out the brilliant emerald shade of her irises.
Whatever locked up tight when she said she was on the way unfurls now and it’s hot, making its way through my body like molten lava. Without thinking, I spread my wings higher and wider. I want her to look at them, to admire them.
Her gaze drifts up, a smile tipping her lips upward. She halts in front of me, looking way up into my eyes.
“Well, well, Dain. Showing off, are we? And I don’t have beautiful wings to put on a show for you.”
I chuckle and curl my tail around her waist, hauling her close. The way her breasts smash against my upper stomach makes me want to toss her face down in my nest and ravage her again until she loses her mind.
“What’cha thinkin’ about, big boy?”
She tosses the nickname out there so casually, but I nearly choke on need.
