Page 34 of Ryder’s Storm

For the first time since he’d exposed himself in front of her, he met Scarlet’s gaze. There was no disgust in her eyes, no fear either. Rather, she looked curious.

“And drop your clothes. I want to look at you.”

He dropped his shoes and clothes right where he stood, then slowly walked toward her, and stopped a few feet away from her. When he noticed her curious gaze on his cocks, he felt blood rush from the rest of his body to his groin. Both his cocks started to harden.

Scarlet lifted her head, and when he looked into her eyes, he saw something he hadn’t expected: desire.

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Scarlet couldn’t take her eyes off Ryder’s cocks. Everything made sense now. Why he’d taken her from behind that night in the club, and not gotten undressed. Why he’d touched her and almost made her climax the previous night outside in the hallway, yet resisted her demand to fuck her, even though his arousal was evident.

She should be feeling disgust at the sight in front of her. But she didn’t. She’d read about this condition. It was called Diphallia, a male with two phalluses, two cocks. Only a hundred people in the entire world had ever been reported suffering from this condition, and while many of those men had misshapen cocks, Ryder didn’t.

Both were beautiful, and perfect. And now hardening in tandem. She licked her lips, wondering whether this meant that they were both fully functioning.

“Do they both work?”

There was a hesitation in Ryder, but then he replied, “Yes. They both get hard, and they both…uhm… they both ejaculate.”

Scarlet’s pulse ticked up at the welcome news. “May I touch them?”

She met Ryder’s gaze, and saw his apprehension melt away. She understood now, why he’d not told her about this earlier. How many women had rejected him the moment he undressed? How many disappointments did he have to swallow? How much heartbreak? How much loneliness? And she hadn’t made it easy for him either, making wrong assumptions and false accusations.

“You sure about it?” he asked, his voice raspy now.

“Please.”

She sat down on the edge of her bed and beckoned him to approach. His erections jutted out in front of him, hard and heavy, as he bridged the distance between them with several steps. When he stopped in front of her, she reached out and stroked her hand over his upper cock, which was slightly smaller than his lower one.

Ryder hissed in a breath.

“So sensitive,” she murmured and used both hands now to touch both cocks at the same time.

“Fuck!”

Scarlet chuckled at his curse. “You’re perfect.” She lifted her eyes up to his face and noticed him watching her in fascination.

“I don’t disgust you?”

“Does that look like disgust?” she asked and brought her lips to his upper cock, parted them and licked over the bulbous head.

Ryder gasped in surprise, and his eyes seemed to flicker, the light in the room reflecting in them. His reaction made her feel powerful. He’d shared his secret with her, and the knowledge that he’d taken this risk confirmed that his claim that he wanted her was true. Were it not, he could have simply let her believe that he had a girlfriend, and their night at the nightclub was just casual, anonymous sex that meant nothing.

“Scarlet,” he murmured.

“Hmm?”

“May I make a request?”

“What is it?”

“Take your clothes off.”

She smiled at him. “Only if you promise me that this time you won’t deny me your cock…or rather, your cocks.” Because the sight of his virile erections made her want to do all kinds of taboo things.

“That’ll be an easy promise to keep,” he said with a grin. “Now strip for me, before I have to go all caveman on you.”

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