Page 41 of Princess of Hell

“How’s that possible?”

Preach shrugged. “Don’t you remember her?”

“No, and it’s painful to me. I wish I could remember her, even a little. When you say you feel me, feel my strong emotions, do you mean you also feel… you know, like, when I have an orgasm?”

“Yes, and thank you. That was hot. I mean, Jacks is a hot guy.”

“Do you like men?”

“I never had time to think about it. I think I like both. I like you, Silver, you the most. Above anyone else.”

Damn, I wanted to kiss him. He looked so lost and about to crack right there on the old sun chair under the moon.

Jacks cleared his throat. “I woke up and looked for you, Silver. You made me think the worse.”

I tried my best impersonation of a girl and whispered, “I’m sorry, daddy.”

Preach chuckled.

“Silver, are you making fun of me?”

“No, not at all,” I said in a gloomy voice.

“Only if you spank us,” Preacher added

Jacks wrapped his hand around Preach’s throat, ready to hit him.

“What’s wrong with you. He teased you because I was. That’s all.”

“Teasing me!”

“Preach is connected to me. He has had visions of me, of my life, of us. He feels what’s going on between us.”

Jacks removed his hand from Preach’s neck and asked in a deep, serious voice, “Are you some type of medium?”

“I don’t think of myself that way. I see what Silver sees. I can feel bits and pieces of her feelings.”

Jacks nodded. “I’ll go back to bed. You can stay and chat or whatever.”

“No,” I said reluctantly. “We should all get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

Thirteen

Silver

I could not sleep. Being with Preach and Jacks on the roof had seemed weird. And I could not push one thought from my mind. Could Preach be my proxy? Could I feel what he felt? The idea was intoxicating, but would Jacks be willing to kiss Preach?

I lay in bed wearing only my t-shirt and pictured things I would never dare ask. Could I ask Jacks to put his hands on Preach’s cheeks? With his rugged good looks, broad shoulders and large body, Jacks pushed against the thin, delicate body of Preach. I never thought I’d like delicate men, but Preach was beautiful like a porcelain doll. His blue eyes set on his pale skin, dark blue hair, full lips, delicate skin like velvet. Would I feel Jacks fingers on my face if he touched Preach softly with the tips of his strong, large fingers?

Would Preach like it? How would it feel for him? Would it make him moan and want more, whisper that he needs to feel Jacks mouth on his delicate lips? Would they let me watch when Jacks invades Preach mouth with his tongue? When Jacks thick, black beard rubs against Preach’s sweet, delicate face? Would Jacks push Preach’s head up, just a little, and kiss his neck, under his jaw, and over his collar bone?

I was hungry to feel Jacks fingers exploring Preach’s body, moving over his wiry frame. Jacks has the body of a gymnast, muscular and lean without a hint of fat. I don’t think Preach has any hair at all on his chest. I would want to join in the play, kiss Jacks as we kissed Preach. Have Jacks act on us in an authoritarian way. My fingers were on his chest, moving lower as he unbuttoned his jeans. Preach would be naked for both of us to watch.

I touched my little button with fervor. I couldn’t focus. It was the thought of all the heat, of the way Preach would taste, how Jacks would enjoy his body… and mine. Would Jacks spank me if I asked him to and call me a naughty little girl?

I wasn’t aware that Jacks was in the room.

“Silver, I can smell your arousal and it drives me wild,” he whispered, his hands balled into fists. He sat on the couch and watched me.

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