Page 86 of Luna: Posy 2

"How many are you supposed to have?" I asked.

"As many as you can or want." Ash laughed. "Ha ha ha! He probably has pup-making juice everywhere."

"Semen, Posy," Mason said in an annoyed tone. "It's called semen. For the love of the moon, all of you stop saying pup-making juice!"

"They're just jealous, Posy." Wyatt beamed at me. "Ready to see what they're so jealous of?"

I hesitated. Even though I was the one lying there with my girls on display, even after Jayden had touched me so intimately, the thought of one of the boys naked made everything suddenly seem much more serious. I didn't know why, but it did.

"Well, Miss Curiosity?" One of Wyatt's wandering hands found my hip and squeezed gently.

"I'll still be in control, right?"

"Oh, baby, of course. It's whatever you want. No pressure. Being here with you like this is all I need. If things go further, okay. If they don't, okay again."

Silently, I considered his words as his hand stroked up and down my thigh.

"All right."

"All right what? Say the words. I don't want to screw up now with a miscommunication."

"May I?" My skin was going to be permanently crimson after this.

"May you what? Tell me."

"Stop teasing her, Wyatt," Mason growled.

"I want her to voice her—"

"May I see what they’re jealous of?" I got out before an argument could erupt. "Pretty please, Wyatt?"

A second later, his boxer shorts flew through the air, and I closed my eyes automatically. Taking a steadying breath, I opened my eyes and gave myself permission to lookdown there- and my mouth went dry.

It's so big.

My brain got stuck on that fact, and I couldn't stop staring.

"You look like you have questions, cutie." Wyatt smirked a little. "You can ask us anything, you know. We're not embarrassed. We've lived with our bodies all our lives, so it's nothing new to us."

"Oh. Well. Um." I cleared my throat. Where was I supposed to begin? "You're sure this isn't painful? It looks painful."

"It's not painful, I promise." Wyatt tucked his hands behind his head and his eyes dropped to my chest. "I wonder if it's similar to how your nipples feel when they get hard."

Crap. I forgot he can see all that!

I wanted to cross my arms over my breasts, but he was showing me everything he had, and fair was fair. Besides, he was just as curious about my body as I was about his.

"Then a little painful," I admitted, "but in a good way."

"Yes," he agreed. "And when Jay touched and kissed them?"

"Hmm. Nothing but pleasure." I took a deep breath. "What is the pouch below it?"

"It's called a scrotum," Ash answered before Wyatt could. "A slang word for it is ball sack. It holds two testicles that create the pup-making juice."

"Semen," Mason sighed.

"Is the ... scrotum ... full of the juice all the time?" I asked.

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