Page 54 of Swamp Kings 1

“Sure, if you want me to.”

“I do,” he said, opening the fridge. “I need your help.”

“With what?” she asked, entering the kitchen andsitting at the small island.

“With this dilemma, of course. How about a fried egg sandwich?”

“Oh. Yum. Sure.”

“You mind if I take a five-minute shower first?”

“Not at all. In fact, I can make the sandwiches while you do that. You got me hungry.”

“Perfect,” he said, setting everything on the counter for her. “You know where everything is.”

“Yes, go. My kitchen is nearly identical to yours.”

“Thank you. See you in five.”

Nidev hurried to the shower and turned it on to steaming hot as he ripped off his clothes. He entered and set the water flow to hammer and unhooked the shower head, sitting with it. He moved to the edge of the seat and opened his legs, aiming the thumping water at the head of his cock and balls while stroking himself and finally unleashing some of the fantasies burning him alive. “Oh fuck,” he gushed, rolling his hips nice and slow just like he’d done in his mind while fucking her mouth. His heightened gifts allowed him to nearlyfeelher throat pushing on the head of his cock. So. Fucking. Good. And so. Fucking. Bad.

He’d never allowed himself this far into the flames. But he needed to know what waited down at the bottom of it. He needed its very worst. Craved the hottest part. There was no denying that or finding away to have it. As long as it was this. Him in his shower fantasizing things he had no business fantasizing. With her. Yes,her. That fucking gloriousbite. It turned him inside out. He didn’t know this person he was. What if she was right? What if it would pass? He didn’t care about losing the gifts, he cared about losing the lust. They needed to fix this. Living as this psychotic human was impossible. He just needed to survive the ride. Because he was surely going to ride it. Every day, every night, just like this. He’d come in that shower and relive every sadistic wrong fantasy he’d had about her.

He braced a foot on the tiled wall, opening his legs more as he strangled the shower head like he did the fist of hair in his fantasy. Fuck it was like silk. And she loved it like he did. He was going insane.Nobodycould fucking know what was going through his head. Especially her. And yet already strategic obsession coursed through his veins. He knew it too well not to recognize it. This lust was now a battlefield. And she would serve as his opponent. It wanted to stalk her. Hunt her. Prey on her. She’d had acrushon him. She had pleasure needs. And as soon as he was done, he’d go out there in only his flannels and find that out. To help George of course. While creating more wicked fantasies right in front of her pretty face. His orgasm surged just at theideaand detonated like a dirty bomb, splintering his mind in a million burning pieces.

Fuck yes, he would surely do it.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lyric was literally trembling as she went through the motions of feeling normal. Just cooking egg sandwiches in Mr. Nidev’s kitchen at ten o’clock at night. Nothing to see here. What was going on? With him? And her? And them? There was something happening, but she wasn’t about to read into anything after that horrifically embarrassing crush confession.

Did you?

She dropped the spatula on the floor. “Shit,” she gasped, snatching it up and hurrying to the sink while listening to the shower going. God, him in the shower. She was melting. Not once had she been interested in him in the last four years and in the span of thirty minutes she was ready to jump him. Damn his cryptic ways. He was so good at reading everybody and hiding himself. He needed help with his dilemma. How, exactly? If he asked her to help him learn how to date or somedumb crap, she’d die. Again.

She scooped the perfect eggs out of the pan and gingerly set each one on the prepared bread slices. The shower shut off and blasted her panic through her blood. Just be normal. It’s a normal meeting, just like all the ones before. She’d even eaten there before which meant she was likely overreading everything.

“I think they came out great,” she called, looking for glasses in the cabinet and grabbing two. “I hope you like the yoke runny,” she added, ripping two paper towels from the role.

“I love my yoke runny.”

She spun around then spun right back to the counter with wide eyes. “Well good then.” He had no shirt on. Oh dear God. She turned with his plate and handed it to him. “Would you like a drink?” She turned to the fridge and opened it. His skin was stillwet.His muscles weregodlike.And he smelled like a forest raped by a violent thunderstorm. She’d only seen him without a shirt once at the pool by accident. That one accident had accompanied many of her orgasms.

“Looking for something specific?”

Her cheeks went up in flames as she snatched the juice. “Right in my face,” she said, shutting it.

“Mmm, this is perfect,” he said as she forced herself not to hurry and look as nervous as she was.

“So about your dilemma,” she said, needing to jump right into a topic she could zero in on. She sat atthe only other chair across from his at the small island, focusing on her plate and purpose.

“Yes. I need a savior,” he said, his voice a low rumble through her body. “Mmmm, you’re good at this.”

She couldn’t take hearing him make those noises. And if she were being normal, she’d have no problem looking at him. “Glad you like it,” she said, forcing her head up. “I have a lot of practice with eggs. It’s all we ate growing up.” She hurried back to staring at her plate, wondering how she was supposed to eat and not get sick. And how was he so calm? Because he wasn’t interested. As usual.Focus on the problem.Which was another problem! It involved the lust. He’d been vague about that part. Maybe it was just like… temptations of some kind. How would she advise without knowing these particulars? How would she ask?Treat it like he is. Like it’s nothing.

“So, I realized,” she said casually while covering her mouth with a hand, working on her bite. “I might need specifics about that issue you have if I’m going to actually help you figure something out.”

“Which issue?”

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