Page 115 of The Mercenary's Guide to Mishaps and Romance

Tavish lets out a laugh and I love the sound of it. “It was because it was a woman, and I was jealous.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I remember you flicking her frail body.”

“Jealousy does stupid shit to you. Especially when I want you all to myself,” he assures me as he presses a finger against me. “Forget all about that. Think about the magic fingers instead of that confused man in the airplane.”

“Magic fingers?” I ask with a grin.

“So magicky. Watch the finger disappear—” he says as he pushes a finger inside me.

“I swear that had to have been the least sexy sex comment I’ve ever received.”

“I don’t know how to respond besides feeling pity that you’re struggling to comprehend my sexy talk,” he says as his finger rubs inside me. It’s distracting enough that Ikindof forget about the ridiculous magic trick joke butnot quite.

“You’re blaming it onmycomprehension?” I ask as I draw him down to me, close enough for a kiss, but I don’t give it to him just yet. Instead, I let my fingers hover around his cock, teasingly so. “I’m struggling to comprehend how to touch this thing stabbing me in the stomach.”

“I kid, I kid. And I’m totally trying to hide all of my faults with jokes so you forget about them. I’m afraid you’re going to wake up and go, ‘Fuck, what the hell am I doing with my life?’”

“Looks like I’m doing it with you. That’s what I’m doing,” I say as he presses another finger inside me, making me moan. “Tavish… I thought I was pretty clear…” I grab tightly on to him as his hand strokes my cock and his fingers move inside me. “I was pretty clear that you’re what I want. I would not have gone through even a quarter of this if you weren’t. I haven’t been fooled into thinking any part of this adventure has been… normal. But you’ve made me feel safe. You’ve made me laugh. And you’ve made me feel so ridiculously comfortable, even in the face of danger. I think you need to give yourself more credit.”

He responds with a sweet kiss and a soft murmur against my lips as I stroke his cock.

“I need to feel more of you,” I say as I start smacking the bed all over for the condom. I don’t know where the fuck it is, but I want it now. “The condom ran away.”

“It didn’t run away.”

“Then where the fuck is it?”

“Right here,” he says as he reaches past me for it. He tears it open, and I eagerly pull it out before pressing it against the head of his cock and rolling it down.

“Now the lube’s gone,” I complain. “That just fucked off too.”

“Just disappeared off into oblivion,” he teases as he flicks it in front of me.

“Damn, you’re good.”

“Thank you.”

“Almost good enough to stop me from thinking about my meet-cute with the dumpster. Or was the meet-cute with you…”

“No! Forget that,” he says as he kisses the spot on my head that collided with the dumpster. “I’m so sorry. Does it still hurt?”

“No… but I do like the attention.”

“I’ll give you all the attention you ever need.”

“You could give me that first,” I say as I point down.

“You’re rather impatient.”

“It’s beena whilesince I had sex. Did you forget the whole talk I had about how I played video games most nights? How while you were off stabbing your friends and popping their fantastic tits, I was like ‘I’m going to romance this sexy man… in this video game.’”

“Nope. I don’t forget anything you say. I like to hang on to every word of it,” he says, his lips finding mine as his fingers slide out of me. “But the real question is… was your fictional boyfriend sexier than me?”

“He definitely had more food than you do,” I tease. “And he had a table.”

Tavish grins and shushes my teasing with another kiss. He settles between my legs, his cock brushing against me before he presses against my hole. I love the feeling of him opening me up, of him filling me as he pushes inside of me.

His cock sinks into me as I grab him tightly with one hand while my free hand strokes my cock.

---