Page 6 of Scr*wed By the Minotaur in Hallow's Cove
“And you?” I asked. “Let me guess: theater kid.”
She looked affronted. “Excuse me, I was a proud member of the—drum roll, please—poetry club.”
I grinned. “So, you sat in cafés and judged everyone’s metaphors?”
“Only the bad ones,” she said with mock seriousness. “But we also hosted open mics. I once read a poem about a dying houseplant that made someone cry. At least that’s what she claimed—it might have been my outfit.”
I leaned in, elbows on the table, feeling that pull—the magnetic force that happened when two people landed in the right conversation at the right time, and neither was quite ready to let the moment go. Not only was she was funny and quick-witted, our shared loss made it easy to connect immediately.
We kept talking, falling into that easy rhythm people chase their whole lives and rarely find. She told me about losing her mom and learning to stay afloat without her.
As the bar thinned out, her hand grazed my arm again, casual but deliberate. Her fingers lingered. My skin buzzed.
“So,” she said, tilting her head coyly, “do you have somewhere to be in the morning?”
“Nope,” I said, holding her gaze. “Just me and my morning off.”
She bit her lip, then let it go slowly. “Well, would you like to head back to the inn with me—for the night?”
Her voice danced with laughter, yet her eyes spoke of something more—something hungry, something hopeful. I didn’t know where this night would lead, but I felt a fierce pull I didn’t want to let slip.
“You’re right. It’s too early to end the night here,” I murmured, my hand slipping over hers.
Chapter three
Rick
We downed the last of our drinks and I settled the tab. Lea wound her arm through mine as we walked under the pale lamplights of Hallow’s Cove’s empty streets. Our conversation continued loose and free as we approached the inn and quickly entered the open elevator—as if it knew we were coming.
When the elevator doors closed, the air crackled between us. Lea slid her hands around my waist, drawing me into her warmth.
“Hi,” she breathed in the close quarters.
“Hi, yourself,” I responded cheekily.
Lea snaked her fingers up my arms and around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. I’d kissed a human before, but I’d forgotten how much smaller their mouths were. At first I hesitated, knowing my much larger tongue could overwhelm her, but Lea had no such hesitation. It didn’t take long for us to find a rhythm and Lea wasn’t shy. She sucked on the tip of my tongue in a way that only meant one thing, and it wasn’t longbefore I had her up against the wall of the elevator, pressing my hips into hers.
The machine pinged, alerting us that we were on Lea’s floor, and I released her, painfully aware of the erection growing in my pants. She took my hand in hers, pulling me down the hall. She pulled out an old-fashioned room key and stopped at a room halfway down the hallway, taking a moment to unlock her door.
As soon as we were inside, I pinned her to the back of the door, caging her in with my arms as I devoured her with my lips. Her soft gasps and moans as I sucked and licked her mouth were magical. She was so responsive to my touch. I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her even closer, our bodies pressed against each other.
But with the height difference, it wasn’t long before I wanted her even closer. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up against me, causing her to let out a surprised squeak mid-kiss. My thickening cock was now right up against the junction of her thighs. Whether conscious or not, she was already grinding against me.
Her dress bunched at my hips, and I felt her heat through her underwear. My pulse hammered through me, like speakers at a concert making each of my limbs resonate. I wanted to savor every inch of her, starting with her round cheeks all the way down to her toes.
I took her wrists, gently, and stretched her arms above her head. “Keep them there,” I growled, not even bothering to mask the need in my voice.
She grinned wickedly. “Yes, sir.”
I let her legs down slowly. She stayed pressed to the door, obedient, her hands braced just above her head. I stepped back, just enough to drink her in. She watched me through her lashes, pulse visibly ticking in her neck.
Her dress was stretchy and soft, the kind that clings and then bounces back into shape. I curled my palms around her waist, thumbs pressing into the slight indent above her hips. I let my gaze drag over her, taking in the goosebumps that rose on her skin where the green fabric left her arms bare. She shivered, her breathing shallow.
“Tell me if this is too fast,” I said, voice rough.
She shook her head, insistent. “I want this.”
God, she did. Her thighs trembled when I skimmed my hands down, pausing at the hem of her dress, then beneath it. Her skin was soft, so soft I wanted to bruise it with my teeth. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs, not stopping until I cradled her ass. She moaned, a small needy sound that nearly undid me.
