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No one spoke at first, it made me open my eyes to find both Tor and Char staring hard at me. Andboydid I recognize the lust in their eyes.
So maybe not so boring?
Char blinked quickly, seeming to wake first, and elbowed Tor. “Hurry it up, Steinbeck, make with your answer.”
Tor picked up the pen, it slipping from his grasp at first, proof that my answer still affected him. Seeing him a bit ruffled was actually pretty nice.
He scribbled an answer, his writing far less neat than it had been when we’d started, before he’d drank.
It was two nights ago. I was sitting in a chair and a girl was on her knees in front of me.
Reading the words had my body heating, because without even meaning to, I put myself in that position. I pictured myself on my knees, looking up and into his steady gaze. I thought about undoing the fasten on his pants, the click of his zipper as I pulled it down, slowly, then the sight when I finally got to see him naked.
What would he look like? I wasn’t so sheltered as to not know how a man looked naked, but I also hadn’t exactly seen much in real life. I hadn’t gotten to explore, to touch, to do anything like that.
I picked up the plum brandy and took a sip because my mouth had suddenly turned dry, and that was all I had. As soon as I tasted it, I regretted the decision. Alcohol didnothelp thirst, and after I swallowed and set the bottle down, I wiped my mouth with the back of my arm.
I opened my eyes, my gaze moving over Tor, his dream in my mind. I looked down his T-shirt, over his chest, his stomach, the loose fabric making it so I couldn’t see the details. Thankfully, I’d seen it before, so I could imagine well enough.
My attention fell to his lap, the gray fabric of his sweatpants obscuring what I really wanted to see. I tried to ignore how perverted I felt, ogling a man just because of some dream he had, but I couldn’t help it. The fact he was so stern, so hard to understand, that to think of him in a different way excited me.
How would he look if he were in that position? He could speak, softly, so would he groan? I recalled the sounds Hayden had made, and I wondered, would Tor do the same? Would he slide his fingers into my hair? Would he make me take more of him? To take him deeper? Or would he tease the strands as he let me do as I pleased?
“Seems our little kitten here is interested in that,” Char said, making me realize they’d caught me.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” I muttered softly, but Istillcouldn’t drag my gaze away. It was like my words and my body were on totally different wavelengths and not communicating at all.
“Really? Yet you’re staring at his cock like you can see it through his pants.” Char’s voice didn’t come from far away, as it had before, but instead from so close that his warm breath spilled across my ear. When he’d moved, I had no idea, but he’d ended up leaning in to whisper right to me.
I finally got the strength to jerk my gaze away, but strong fingers stopped me. Char reached around so his arm rested behind me, curling around to grip my chin and keep my gaze where it was. “Don’t look away. How often do you get a chance like this? Besides, lookcloselyand you’ll see how he feels about you looking at him. Doesn’t seem he minds at all.”
I could have struggled or pulled away and Char would let me. He liked to push his luck, to see how far he could go, but he’d give if I really wanted him to.
The problem was that I didn’t want him to let me go. The warmth and strength in his touch soaked into me, and after our conversations, after the talk about dirty dreams and our sex lives, I craved more of it.
So I did as he said and focused on where I’d looked before. It took a moment before I parted my lips on a soft gasp.
A new shadow appeared in the gray fabric of his sweats, and I licked my lips again as I realized it was because he was getting hard.
“Do you want to go back to your room, kitten?” Char asked. “You can go sleep off what we all drank, and we can all forget about this.”
“Or?” My question came out soft, the sound so unlike my normal voice.
“Or you’ll end up with a lot more of an education. I can’t promise you romance or dates, but I can fulfill all that sweet, innocent curiosity you’ve got.”
My answer—that I’d stay, that I wanted this—rested on my lips, but I couldn’t quite say it. Despite Tor’s physical reaction, he hadn’t actually agreed, hadn’t consented.
I somehow pulled my gaze from his hard cock and moved it up to his eyes. I didn’t ask the question, not with words, instead using my expression to ask.
Tor swallowed hard, the gulp loud, and he winced slightly at the end, telling me it aggravated his throat. Just as I expected him to turn me down—I’d gotten used to not getting what I wanted, after all—he nodded.
Which was about the last thing I’d ever thought I’d get.
“So, seems like he’s in. What about you? You staying or are you running away to go have another dream that ends before the good parts?”
“I’m staying,” I whispered.
Char’s lips touched my ear, the touch soft for only a moment before he nipped the lobe, leaving a sting behind. “Good girl.”
