Page 92 of The Grief We Hold

Wraith grins. “Speaking of curious, I’ve got a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“How freaky do you like fucking?”

My eyes go wide, and I swear my mouth must drop open because Wraith laughs as he puts his finger beneath my chin to close it. “What?”

“You heard me. Where do your kinks run? We all have ‘em. I want to hear yours.”

I glance in the direction of the hallway, nervous Fen can overhear.

Wraith chuckles. “Blue, your kid was out so hard last night, we could have had a dance party in that bed, and he wouldn’t have woken up. Answer the question.”

“I feel like that’s a question you should answer first.”

His hands rub up and down my spine, making me feel gooey. “The color in your cheeks right now suggests the order won’t help. Just tell me what you like and want to try. What works well for you or turns you off?”

I try to think of an answer, but all I can think of is Wraith’s request that we’re honest, even if it’s hard. “I’d be happy with an orgasm every time we sleep together.”

He raises his eyebrows. “That’s a really low fucking bar, Blue.”

I shrug. “My sex life has been fine. Perfunctory, maybe. I don’t know. It’s never been the breathtaking kind of deal. The two times we’ve been together, it’s been better than everything else. But…”

Wraith presses his mouth to mine, then bites my lower lip gently. “But what?”

“I’m scared, I guess. I liked when you bit me in the bathroom, but I don’t know that I want that everywhere, or harder, or always…but maybe I do. I just don’t know.”

Wraith smiles. “I get that. I don’t want the same every time, or sometimes I want exactly the same because it was so fucking good, I want it again.”

“Do you think we could…you know…explore what else there is together?”

He buries his head in the side of my neck and bites the skin firmly. Not enough to draw blood, but harder than I would have. And I feel it all the way to my core.

“Would be my fucking pleasure.” He lowers his shoulder, placing it against my ribs, and hoists me over his shoulder. “We’re starting now.”

“Ahh,” I squeal, then slap his butt. “Put me down.”

Wraith just laughs. “Shh. You’ll wake Fen.”

“Fine,” I whisper as he walks us to the main bedroom. “But I feel like you should tell me what you like.”

He nudges the door open with his foot, then closes it again with his heel before locking it behind us. “On the vanilla end, I love a rainy day spent in bed just being naked, really feeling each other. Napping together, wrapped up in each other. Intimate shit where I spend time edging you for hours. Or a quick fuck before we start our day.”

He drops me onto the bed and unbuttons my jeans. There’s something about the size of his hands and the small button and zipper that quickens my arousal.

“On the kink end, I get turned on watching others fuck,” he says. “The trust that comes from wax play and getting primal as shit. I like wild ideas and trying them and not overthinking how I look or sound…just if it feels good. Dreamt of fucking you on my bike last night. Fucking you this morning, I wondered what it would be like to cover us both in oil, so we were so fucking slippery, and just rail you hard. I feel like you might have the fixings of a praise kink, and I want to explore that some more.”

I blow out a slow breath. I think he’s right about the praise. “That’s definitely a very complete answer. And wax?”

“Yes, wax.” He grabs a lighter from his jeans and lights a candle on the side table. It’s enough of a warm glow that we cansee each other properly. Then he pulls a box of condoms and a bottle of oil from the drawer.

When he returns to the bed, he tugs my jeans down my legs and pulls them off my feet. He places his thumb above my clit and rubs it through my cotton panties. “The truth is, I just like trying what feels good. You don’t like it, then we stop and don’t do it again. There’s enough shit out there; we can find things we both enjoy.”

I gasp at the sensations gathering at my very core.

“I want to be brave enough, young enough, and fun enough for all that.”

“I have faith in your efforts,” Wraith says, before bending to place a warm kiss on my panties.

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