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“All good?” Riddick manages, grinning down at me, brushing his mouth over Ryan’s shoulder. “Both of you?”
I smile back at him.
“Yeah,” Ryan says, voice like grit, and closes his eyes, golden strands of hair stuck to his forehead and temples with sweat. He’s gleaming in the morning light, his strong body unreal.
Everything’s perfect. My first time having real sex, and it’s so much better than I ever imagined, with these two beautiful guys.
The first sign that something isn’t right comes when Ryan suddenly winces, mouth tightening, then pulls out of me so fast he barely avoids headbutting Riddick.
“Whoa, dude, careful—”
“Fuck.” Ryan tears himself away from Riddick, wrenching a pained grunt from his throat. “Get off me.”
He scrambles off the bed and staggers upright, then out of the room.
A door slams down the hallway.
“Well, shit.” Riddick stares at the door, as if the power of his gaze will bring Ryan kicking and screaming back into the room. “What was that about?”
I sit up, closing my legs and putting my hands over my boobs. A bit too late to feel self-conscious, but I’d been hoping to lie down with the boys, under the covers, until I process what just happened between us.
Instead, I’m worried about Ryan.
“Maybe he’s sick,” I say. “Or he got hurt somehow?”
“The fuck,” Riddick says viciously, and gets up, every bit of his beautiful anatomy on full display. He pulls the condom off his cock and ties it off. “I’m gonna go find him. Don’t you worry, Princes
s. Everything’s okay.”
I’m not so sure about that.
I pull up the covers, feeling cold. I watch him leave the room, then climb off the bed to find my clothes, drag them on, and go after them.
***
I almost trip over Fluff who was lurking outside the bedroom. She meows accusingly, as in, “you forgot all about my existence and left me out here alone for two thousand years to drift without hope.”
Lifting her and cradling her warm little body to my now lace-clad boobs, I resume my quest for R&R.
God, this house is huge.
And my pussy is sore. It’s a weird sensation, one I’ve never felt before, and I wish I weren’t walking around just yet. My mind hasn’t caught up with everything that’s happened.
It’s surreal.
I walk along the hallway, passing doors opening into another bedroom and what looks like a study, and spot Riddick leaning against a closed door.
My stomach drops. “Hey.”
Riddick doesn’t turn. “Open the door, Ryan,” he’s saying, his fist pressed to the dark wood. “Come on, man. Tell me what’s wrong. Did I hurt you? What the hell happened?”
“Ryan.” I splay a hand on the door, while Fluff decides the lace is a fun new toy and starts pulling at my top. “Are you all right? Ow.” I drag Fluff off my boob. She pulls the lace with her, snagged in her claws. “Fluff, stop.”
Riddick’s shoulders shake, and I don’t know if he’s laughing or crying. “Ryan. Open this door. Goddammit.”
Maybe it’s anger?
He turns toward me, and when I see his eyes I know it’s just concern and fear.
