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“What are the plans for today?” I asked, glancing from Vorx to Turik. “Are you tired after staying up all night? Do you need sleep?”
“I’m not tired,” Turik said. “What would you like to do?”
That two of the exiles had been so close to us had my thoughts turning from fishing to activities the three of us could do in Tolerance. Based on my conversation with Mya, the other women were trying to find ways to keep busy on a permanent basis. If I wanted to integrate with the community, I’d eventually need to talk to the other women. Just not yet.
“Let’s stay in and watch movies for a bit. Maybe after lunch, we can walk around town and see if anyone needs help with anything.”
I tried to take my bowl to the sink, but Turik beat me to it, and Vorx thwarted any attempt to wrestle the dish away from Turik when he swept me off my feet and deposited me on the couch.
“I can wash my own dishes.”
Turik glanced back at me. “I can wash them too.”
“I already know I want to stay. You don’t need to keep spoiling me.”
Vorx smirked and lifted my legs, moving me sideways as he sat to hold them captive. Not that I was struggling. He was just as good at foot rubs as Turik, and I made a soft sound of appreciation when he worked over my arch with his thumb.
“Fine. You’ve made your point. I’m addicted to your version of spoiling. But just remember this when I turn into a needy monster in a few months. You created me.”
After Turik put away the dishes, he picked out a movie and joined us on the couch. With my head in one lap and my feet in the other, I settled in for some wholesome cartoon time.
Since the quakes released the hellhounds, there hadn’t been time for idle TV watching. But even before that, I would have never dreamed of touching the remote, never mind turning on a cartoon for entertainment.
Vorx’s chuckle at something on the screen had me smiling in his direction. He noticed and gave my ankle an extra little squeeze. There wasn’t anything sexual behind it, but his touch, in addition to the glinting humor, equaled a panty-melting moment.
Turik's fingers toyed with my hair, adding to the explosion of sensations. And I loved it. Being touched by both of them.
While they kept it strictly non-sexual, my brain went the opposite direction, recalling the way Turik had kissed me and touched me this morning and the way I’d made him lose control. I glanced at Vorx, his calm expression while he watched TV, and thought of how much I wanted him to lose control, too.
I shifted my foot over, “accidentally” rubbing against the semi-hard length in his pants. His gaze immediately snapped to mine, but I was carefully staring at the TV. Thankfully, there was a cute part to explain my sudden smile. His fingers twitched on my ankle before he resumed watching the movie.
Anticipation built inside of me as I waited a few minutes before doing it again. He was no longer semi-hard but full-on “cut glass with it” hard. His gaze whipped to mine again. Once more, I remained focused on the TV.
“Do you feel safe here, Shelby?” Vorx asked, surprising me.
“Yes. Why?”
One minute, he was sitting with my legs on his lap, and the next, I was up in his arms.
“Don’t make her pussy sore,” Turik warned as Vorx started walking away with me. “Ghua said that three pussy lickings a day is a safe number.”
“Wait, what?” I glanced at Turik over Vorx’s shoulder, and Turik grinned wolfishly at me.
“Touch that spot on Vorx, too,” he called before Vorx turned the corner into his room.
A second later, I lay on the bed we shared at night. Vorx reached for my waistband, tugging down my leggings to get to what he wanted. He didn’t even have the patience to remove them. He stopped when they were around my ankles then lifted my legs, looping them around his shoulders.
“This,” Vorx said, staring at me for a moment. “Turik was right. You smell good.”
He kissed my thigh and looked up at me. The intensity of his gaze stole my breath.
“With Turik, or with me, you always have a choice. Do you understand?”
The hunger in his eyes contrasted with the patience and understanding behind his words. Yet, I knew without a doubt that he would hold true to what he said. Whatever I did with either Vorx or Turik would be my choice.
“Neither of you are Nat. I understand.”
Holding my gaze, he lifted my hips like bringing a feast to his mouth. My breath caught as his exhale washed over my folds, and I waited for that first powerful slide of his tongue. At the last second, he ducked his head and nipped the tender underside of my cheek.
