Hell, I’d even go for a Vyastil if one was interested in me. I’ve seen the way Cielo looks at my brother. I wouldn’t mind a big dick to ride and for those long Vyastil tongues to wrap around my cock and suck.
The guy’s lips smack. ‘Are you looking to hook up? I could be your wingman.’
I grin at him. ‘If I fail tonight, maybe I’ll text you. Got a number?’
He pulls a card out of his wallet and pushes it toward me, and I grab one off the table to do the same. ‘My older brother’s bisexual, so I’ve done this before.’
It feels a little patronizing, but considering I’m on a months-long dry spell, I might actually need the help. ‘Thanks. I’ll let you know.’
The moment gets still and awkward, but only for a second. Asher pulls the bowl of condoms toward him. ‘Have?’
‘As many as you want,’ I tell him, so he shoves a handful of them into his pockets. Someone to the left, a tall woman with very dark hair, starts waving at him, and he bites his lip.
I tap him on the shoulder. ‘Go.’
He leans in for a hug, and I give one right back, a tight, one-armed squeeze. ‘Wish me luck,’ he whisper-signs between us.
‘Good luck,’ I offer back.
As I watch him go, I feel only the slightest tinge of jealousy because damn it, that’s what I want. Maybe not her. I’m not about to step on his toes, but damn it, I wouldn’t mind a little something.
A little someone.
But I’m starting to think this trip to Vegas is going to be as dry as I spent my entire summer.
I take a sip of water from my bottle, the one that saysI Like It Wet.It’s warmer out here than it is in Michigan. It’s still cold, but it’s hella dry, which I’m not used to at all.
My throat has been so fucking parched, and I’ve gone through a full tube of lip balm and am working through my second.
Swallowing all the water, I scan the busy scene, people meandering around, hands flying, captions on screens flashing. I wonder if it’s loud here. I think it has to be. My interpreter friend, Seth, came last year and said it was a cacophony of hearing-aid whistles, Deaf mouth smacks, loud coin noises from all the slot machines in the main casino, music blaring from speakers, and the overwhelming chatter from the Vegas tourists.
I don’t envy that he has to deal with all of that.
I inhale deeply as I peer over at the table listing all the food options that are in the back parking bay. There’s a Deaf taco truck I’ve had my eye on for a while.
My stomach rumbles as I debate closing down my stall for a minute to go over there and grab something to eat. It’s not like I’ve had a flood of customers, so why not?
I reach for the sign I have under the table, but as I’m unfolding it, my eyes snag on someone across the room walking toward me. A very tall someone who is very much not a human.
A Vyastil steps out from behind a massive rolling cart, and two other Vyastil trail behind him, their eyes alert, their tails wrapped tightly around their waists.
My eyes go back to the Vyastil in the front with sea-green hair braided in an intricate pattern down his back. He’s not naked like most of them are. He’s wearing a linen shirt hanging low to his knees like a tunic and a belt cinched around the middle.
His feet are bare, of course. I’ve never seen a Vyastil wear shoes, and I would be surprised if they make anything to cover those massive claws.
There’s a single pause, and then he looks up at me. He has those rainbow eyes they all seem to possess. They’re so fucking intriguing. Hypnotic, almost. Like a kaleidoscope of color.
The Vyastil continues toward me, his tail wrapped around his shoulder as if to keep it out of the way of the humans moving around him. He looks regal, like someone of importance, and I can’t turn away, can’t move. I just watch as he glides through the crowd.
My stomach tightens as he grows closer, and I feel something very much like lust move through me as his eyes catch mine.
My breath hitches in my chest, then my lungs fill with air.
His steps falter for a moment, and then he comes to a complete stop a foot from my table. The Vyastil behind him do the same, but my gaze is focused only on him.
That lust that was curling up my spine moves down to my groin and twists around my cock. I feel it jerk between my legs, and I bite back a soft moan lest he hear it.
He doesn’t move. He doesn’t open his mouth to try to communicate with me. He just watches as I stand here, his eyes taking in every inch of me.
