Page 22 of Keeping Sarah

I laughed and my hips dropped into the water, pulling me under until I propped myself up and giggled, wiping my face dry with a towel. I leaned back against the tub and stared at the ceiling mirror. “No. He was gay.”

“He liked men, not women?”

I nodded. “We were only friends.”

“Had he been interested, though, would you have let himfeelhis way around?”

It was an intriguing thought. One I had many times. Micah was a sexy man—dark hair, dark skin, a killer smile. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it when I met him. Before I knew about him being gay, I mean.”

“I am given to understand sexuality is somewhat less fluid on Earth than it is for Ladrians.”

“I don’t know,” I said thoughtfully. “I think it’s probably fluid everywhere to some extent.”

“What a pity he didn’t know about your little crush on him,” Rex murmured. “He could have tried something new.”

“I didn’t have a crush on him—"

“Your memories say otherwise.”

“Stay out of my memories, Rex,” I ordered, not liking him poking around where he didn’t belong.

“Cannot help myself. They’re too good.”

“Not all of them.”

“No. Not all of them,” he agreed. “But the good ones are far more fun than the bad ones. Take for instance, that night you stayed here with your companions and all the fun the three of you had…”

Memories of that night flashed in my mind, and my face became hotter than the water. “Stop that.”

“I am merely trying to help you relax, Sarah,” he said, oh-so-innocently. “Or do you not find thoughts of your men to be relaxing?”

“I do, it’s just…you shouldn’t be toying around with those memories. They’re private.”

“You stepped into my memories, didn’t you?” he reminded me. “I’m only doing the same. Besides, I’m glad to know Deacon is not the snobby stick in the mud I had always pictured.”

I laughed too loudly at the thought and slapped my wet hand over my mouth. Then Rex laughed, too. “Why would you think that about him?”

“He’s always so…proper.”

“Yeah, he is.” I thought of that night and parts of me pulsed in reaction. “Until he isn’t.”

“That thing with the belt was inspired,” Rex said in a low, devious tone. “The way he used it like a gag but also reins to keep you where he wanted you—was that the first time he had done such a thing to you?”

My body swelled and shifted, thinking about that night. “Yes.” My voice came out as a moan.

“You clearly enjoyed it,” Rex murmured, his voice lulling me.

“Yeah.” My nipples were hard like diamonds, even under the hot water. It wasn’t the cold that peaked them to attention, but arousal.

“Tell me, Sarah,” he asked, his voice coursing through me like soft velvet. “What nasty things do you let Deacon do to you?”

I tried to keep my wits about me, even while my body craved to be touched. “I don’t…I don’t want to tell you.”

“You don’t have to tell me. Let me show you,” he purred before a series of flashes came to mind.

Images of Deacon and Jac and me, in every twisted combination we had tried. The taste of them, the smell of them,their sounds…my hand reached between my thighs, unable to resist.

When I reached for my clit, I was already swollen and tight there. My hips undulated beneath the water, rocking against my fingers. I had been so tense all day long. I just needed to relax and an orgasm sounded amazing…

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