“For the millionth time, I did not touch that corn in a sexual way.”
“Uh-huh…”
“But I can touchyouin a sexual way,” he murmurs as his finger trails down my side and back down to his favorite spot to cup… my ass.
“I hear ya,” I say.
“But do you approve?”
“You know I’m suckered by everything you do. Even when you eat spaghetti and ice cream together.”
Torin chuckles while he pulls me over to what feels like a large rock in the middle of the pond. It’s flat and sleek and when he lays me on it, it’s warm but not hot.
“What are you… oh god.” My words end in a gasp when he doesn’t even hesitate before spreading my legs and taking my mostly soft cock in his mouth. It doesn’t stay soft for long as he sucks down on it before drawing off. He’s still in the water, hanging on to the edge of the rock and my leg while he kisses my thigh.
“You’re so very beautiful,” he says as his fingers run up my leg, which I know is partially stained black even though I can’t see it right now. He kisses a line down to the stain and then sucks on my skin. “I just want to eat you up. All of you.”
“Is this your sex rock or something?”
“This isoursex rock,” he says.
“And how many have already visited this rock with you?” I mutter.
He bites my inner thigh, and I don’t have to be able to see his face to know that he’s grinning. His chuckle gives it away. “Is my sweet Riley…jealous?”
“I am definitely not jealous,” I grumble.
Torin returns to teasing my inner thigh, working his way back up toward my cock. Then he pushes himself up so he’s leaning over me while kneeling on the rock. I can’t see him because Kit is off pestering Quill, but I can feel the water dripping from his hair onto my face. I can sense him hovering over me. “I may have had sex with others around here… Ihavebeen alive for nearly a thousand years. I’ve admittedly enjoyed many people, but despite all of those years and all of those people, I can swear to you that I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I’ve wanted you. I’ve never thought about anyone as much as I’ve thought about you. And I’ve never considered sharing my life with anyone. Only you. It’s only ever been you, Riley.”
I briefly feel at a loss for words. A part of me wants to feel guilty. I still have the awareness of what had happened to his people lurking at the back of my mind, but I find myself wanting to be selfish. I want to care only about myself at this moment because the only thing I want is him.
“Will you really choose not to have sex with anyone else? Because I’m not sure I can share you. I know you’re a god of love. I know that your whole thing is?—”
He silences me with a kiss which I wasn’t expecting since I couldn’t see it coming. It’s such a gentle and soft brush of the lips before his tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine. He leaves me nearly breathless as he pulls back and sets his head on my chest. “You’re right… I’ve never understood the appeal of romance. I could never figure out what was so good about loving only one person, only having sex with one person… but Riley, all I can think about is you. I feel like every minute of the day, my mind is invaded by thoughts of you. Everything I enjoy, I can’t stop myself from immediately wondering if you’d enjoy it too. You’ve invaded my mind, and it’s the happiest I’ve ever felt. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want anyone else to even lookat you. I feel possessive over you. I would do anything to protect you. I don’t want anyone but you.”
My hand slides into his hair, fingers tightening. “Torin…”
“You don’t have to give me a reply now. But please, Riley, if it’s guilt you feel that’s keeping you from what you want, then please, I beg of you, let it go. You are a good person. You are not the one who did this.”
“What if we find out I really am the same person?” I ask. “What if I just don’t remember?”
“You are good, Riley. You are so good. Even if you are the same person, I will still love you.”
I take a deep breath as the lump in my throat returns. His fingers gently brush my face, pushing my wet hair back.
Torin loves me… he loves me… so can I say it back? Can’t I tell him how I feel? He just gave me a huge spiel about caring for me and I’m over here choking on my own words. I squeeze my eyes shut as tightly as I can before whispering, “I love you too.”
“I know you do,” he says with a kiss to my throat. “I know you love me. Please stop getting mad at yourself, okay?”
I force myself to nod. “Okay.”
“I need more conviction than that.”
“You’ve already gotten a lot,” I tell him.
“I’ve gotten like four words out of you.”
“Five.”
