Page 36 of Blind Sin

He narrows his eyes, but does as I asked, putting them all on the kitchen counter next to me.

“Clue number two. You can’t keep your eyes off her, not that you ever could, but this time it’s different.”

Dacre strokes his chin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Clues number three and four,” I continue, ignoring him. “Lauren is fucking glowing and...” I lean into him and sniff, “I can smell her on you. I know her sent anywhere, and I’m not talking about the coconut shampoo she uses.”

Dacre grips my arm, and with a quick glance to the women, pulls me round the corner to the corridor. “I won, but it was never a game to me. I think she might be able to get her sight back.”

Talk about a whiplash turnaround. “What makes you think that?”

He gives me a pertinent look. “She saw something when I made her come back in the apartment and she saw it again last night. A flash of light.”

I smirk. “I admire your fucking enormous ego, my friend, but I don’t think you can be that good in the sack. You’re not fucking Jesus, curing people with your super sperm.”

“I don’t recall that particular parable, but thanks for the image. She saw something. That’s not ego. It proves that she’s not really blind.”

I shake my head. “And they call me delusional. She saw a flash of light, not a mystical portal to another dimension. I’m betting her mystical portal took you to another dimension, though, eh? I have to get back to the eggs unless you want an encore of last night’s dinner with burnt bits on the side.”

The eggs are already burning when I get back, so I toss them in the trash and get more from the fridge.

I’m just cracking more of them into the pan when Dacre sidles up to me again. “There's something else.”

“Do you want me to burn these eggs, too?” I say a little too loudly. Both Lauren and Lucinda turn their heads our way.

“Do you want me to help make breakfast?” Lauren shouts across the room. I rub the back of my head, not knowing how to reply without sounding rude. If I hadn’t stepped in last night while she and Dacre were having secret conversations, the entire dinner would have been a pile of dog shit. I only left the onions on the side to annoy Nix. “I think I’ve got it. It’s going to be fifteen minutes or so until its ready. Why don’t you both go for a swim? Lauren can show you what she learned yesterday. We were doing the breaststroke.”

The color in Lauren’s cheeks deepens. Probably because it was her breasts that were being stroked at the time. I did all the foreplay and Dacre reaped the rewards.

“What is it?” I ask when Lucinda and my Sinful leave through the French windows. “You fucked her so hard that she’s going to walk on water now? You turned your cum into wine?”

Dacre rubs his head. “Will you please stop with all the weird religious shit? I didn’t use a condom.”

I turn the bacon over in the pan. “Is that all?”

“If you say something about Immaculate Conception, I’m going to murder you using that spatula in your hand.”

Dick. “If you didn’t use a condom, I don’t think Immaculate Conception applies here. What are you worried about? You know she’s clean. She’s only ever been with Nix before and though he’s a moody bastard, he’s clean. He gets himself checked enough.”

“What if she gets pregnant?”

I try to imagine Sinful with a rounded belly and I’m surprised to find that the image turns me on. She’d look fucking gorgeous with a rounded belly, full of our seed. “Fuck,” I say, opening the oven door and bringing out a tray of stuffed mushrooms. “I think I’ve found a new kink. I didn’t think there were many things left to discover about me, but here it is. Is a breeding kink a thing? Fuck yeah it is,” I muse to myself. “Anything can be a kink if you do it the right way.”

Dacre’s face turns hard. “Will you be serious for once?”

I scoop up the mushrooms, putting one on each plate. “Yesterday you were worried about being blown up by Waldgraves' goons. The day before, you were worried about your course work and Letterman’s work and the day before you were worried about your parents discovering we are using their house as a hideout. You’re never happy unless you’ve got something to agonize about.”

“Yeah, we have a lot to worry about. What’s your point?”

My point is,” I say, dishing up the eggs. “I can’t think of anything more thrilling than to have Lauren with our babies inside her, belly all protruding, her tits huge with breast milk. Oh. I wonder what breast milk tastes like? I think you just unlocked another kink.” I give him a wink as I throw the hot pan into the sink.

Dacre groans. “I’m going to eat breakfast, and pretend this conversation didn’t happen. Then, I’m taking Lauren to the mainland to get her checked out by a doctor. It’s not just her eyesight that needs looking at. She’s not seen a doctor her whole life... and I’m going to ask about birth control too.”

“You’re such a buzz kill.” I hand him a plate. “Take this to Nix and see if he’s going to grace us with his presence today and while you’re at it, tell the girls that breakfast is ready.

I chuckle as he strides across the living area, and then disappears through the French doors. He has given me an idea though. I lost the game on bedding Lauren first, but maybe I could start a game of who can impregnate her first? I probably won’t tell Dacre about it though. He’ll only suck the fun right out of it.

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