Page 134 of Coco and the Misfits

“Don’t say that!” I wail some more. “I’m working on it, okay?”

“Okay.” He kisses the top of my head. “Does it mean you want to give it a try? Give me a try?” He’s gazing at me with those amber eyes, all earnestness, all attention. “Give us a chance?”

“Yes, let’s try. Let’s.”

“Darling.” He pulls back to cup my face. “You mean it? You’d take me for a drive, tragic origin story, bastardly behavior and all?”

I snort. “You’re not a car.”

“Maybe I’m a Ducati, roaring through the night.”

“Maybe.” I look up to meet his blazing eyes. “But I won’t be riding you tonight.”

If anything, his eyes blaze hotter. “Not tonight. But one day.”

“Awfully sure of yourself. Moments ago, you were wondering if you’d get a second chance with me.”

“And I’m still anxious and I’ll work on making you forgive me. I’m not throwing this chance away, baby girl. I’ll work hard and I’ll have you riding me one day soon. I’m fucking confident about that. But now…”

“Now?”

“Now I’ll show you other ways of taking your pleasure from me—and other ways to ride me.”

He wasn’t kidding.

His name may be Ryder but I’m the one currently riding—his mouth.

I’ve done stuff, fooled around, had sex before these guys. I’m no blushing virgin. But I admit I’ve never hovered over someone’s face before, my legs spread, their warm breath on my aching center.

And then…

Then he unleashes a beast on me. His beast. The ring in his lip drags over sensitive flesh as he presses his mouth to my pussy, and then his tongue laps at me, explores my clit and toys with it, spears into me, leaving me begging for release.

Like Zach and Atticus had done, yet different, more aggressive, more sure of himself.

God, every single one of them is so unique, and I want them all.

And then… the attack eases, gentles. He licks as I shudder, allowing me to come down. He presses kisses to my inner thighs before slowly pushing me down to sit on his chest. I scoot back on legs like jelly and he pulls me into his arms.

It’s different from the last time. So different. And although I won’t deny I crave being pushed down and taken, being held and made to accept the pleasure, this… this is also nice. Not only nice, but important. This is what relationships are built on, this gentleness, this care.

Don’t confuse gentleness in intimacy with gentleness in other aspects of life, I warn myself. The bed—or sex zone, anywhere that might be—is different from everyday life. It obeys different rules. If he was aggressive in sex that wouldn’t mean he’d be the same in everything else, and vice versa.

And yet… and yet, it counts. If he’s capable of this… then yes, I can give it a try.

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So we’re back to where we were, only with sex.

Well, mostly oral sex, pleasuring each other, somehow never moving past that point, but still.

Dating all three of them, meeting them on separate evenings, never spending the entire night with them… Cooking for them, although lately they have started asking to take me out to restaurants and I resist, because…

Because I don’t feel it’s a good idea.

Why?

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