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He didn’t even ask who my friends were or what the danger was. He volunteered to help without hesitation. I hugged him tightly around the waist, pressing my hands to his back. I knew I should leave him, Elliot, and Moe somewhere safe before trying portal magic. But I didn’t want to be away from them. I didn’t want to work alone anymore. I didn’t want to be alone anymore.
As Jag held me close, I felt like I never would be. I breathed in his musky scent. His bulge pressed against my pelvis, and I couldn’t help but wiggle closer. I heard his heartbeat race under my ear. My skin goosebumped—quack, as Moe would say—and heat flowed through my veins to between my legs.
He was fierce, angry, and unapologetic, and he came by it the hard way. I loved it. And I wanted to show him that he would never have to hide who he was with me.
“Show me your instrument.”
“Here? Now?”
“You said you never hide anymore. So, show me. I want to hear your music.”
Jag nodded against the top of my head. “Absolutely.”
Chapter 21
IsteppedoutofJag’s hug and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the nearest changing room. “Do you need to be hard for your instrument to appear?”
Jag grinned as he slid his thumbs under the waistband of his hoochie daddy shorts. “Were you hoping for an erection?”
My heart rushed. “Pfft, I don’t care for boners. Much too veiny.”
“You’ll like mine then,” Jag said and winked, making my knees feel weak. “No, I don’t need an erection for the dicktar.”
So that’s what it was.
“I’ve never tried to get hard or come when in dicktar mode. It’s separate from everything else a cock does.”
“How many things does a cock do?” I said.
“Well, there are erections and peeing and… ummm… sometimes they shrink, but I guess that’s just an erection in reverse. Okay, so they do two things, but mine does a third,” he added in a sultry voice. It was oddly hot and cheesy at the same time.
With another wink—he sure did love those—he pulled down his shorts. My gaze fixed on his thick cock, and I resisted the urge to lick my lips like I had just put on flavored balm.
Jag wiggled his fingers, shifted his stance, and his cock grew. Not in a familiar way but more like a plant stem growing in time-lapse. It kept going and going, growing longer and wider until its tip reached Jag’s chest. As it grew, strings sprung from his skin and took their place, stretching from below his dickhead to his dark brown pubes.
“Ta-da!” Jag said, and despite his declaration of no-hiding, his voice was a bit worried.
“Play me a song,” I said.
Jag let out a long sigh of relief. He cleared his throat, placed his hands on his cock, and started to thrum the strings as though tuning it. “Okay, this one is called ‘Moonlight on Water’.” He cleared his throat again and started to play.
The tune was light. It rippled up and down the scale just like moonlight reflected in a lake. He sang, deep and low, like something primordial and magical rising from the depths. The lyrics were poetic, which was never my strong suit, so I didn’t quite understand them, but the sound itself was enough to send a shiver through me. I wanted to cry from the emotions in it.
Jag closed his eyes and swayed with the music. His fingers pressed the strings against his cock and his hands moved up and down his beautiful length to hit different notes.
Somewhere in the middle of the song, a beat kicked up like your heart racing in the dark. It was joined by a hum like the sound of water lapping at a shore. It took me a minute to realize those sounds weren’t coming from Jag.
I turned to open the dressing room door. Moe, it could only be Moe, stood outside. His pants were pulled down to his knees and his hands were on his ass cheeks, tapping out the beat. But it wasn’t the sound of flesh hitting flesh. It was a catchy, light rhythm, like playful drums from a fae song.
It was the most beautiful sound that had ever come from an ass. Hell, it was better than most drum kits.
I glanced past him for Elliot, but the third member of JEM was nowhere in sight. My heart dropped.
Jag’s voice and playing cut off mid-song. Moe kept slapping his own ass, keeping the beat going and humming lightly.
Would it make music if I slapped his ass too? Or did it only work when he did it?
I turned back to Jag, who clenched his dicktar tightly as though for comfort.
