Page 5 of Honorable Convictions
Mitchell glanced around at the three expectant faces and wondered how to extricate himself from the situation. Where was Wade, and why couldn’t he barge in to change the subject? There was no rescue, so Mitchell shifted his weight and lined up his thoughts.
“Come on, Mitchell, this could work.”
“If it does and you find you want a man instead of a woman, I’ll take over,” Clayland offered.
“I confess I am curious if it will work. Maybe we can get our own page in the training manual,” Darcie said.
“We’ll have a whole chapter about unlocking sexuality,” Trista enthused, getting to her feet.
Feeling enormously pressured, Mitchell forced himself to think about it rationally. If they were right, it’d be nice to have that question answered about himself. Did he prefer not to have an audience? Absolutely, but these were his friends, and they’d had no qualms about doing anything and everything in front of him in the last sixty hours.
“Are you ready? Don’t worry, this is going to be great. When am I wrong?” Trista asked.
“Please, we don’t have all night to list them. Get going already, so we can quiz each other with the material from the training manual.”
“I wish I’d thought of it so I could do it,” Clayland said with a pout.
“What do you say, Mitchell?”
Trista was mere inches from him, and Mitchell figured there was no true harm even if he wasn’t interested. “Fine.”
“Hooray,” Trista replied. Snatching his belt, Trista got his pants down in mere seconds, as if she were afraid he was going to change his mind. His dick lay there, flaccid amongst the brown curls as she dropped to her knees and took him in her hand. With a wicked grin, she leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around him. It was a strange sensation, and Mitchell doubted her plan was going to have any level of success. The room was dead quiet except for the sound of her suction and heat grew in Mitchell’s cheeks with everyone focused on his cock.
A moment later, the door whipped open and his eyes met a pair of startled ones as rich as the green bottles at dinner. The only thing Mitchell understood as he grew painfully hard was that his life would never be the same.
Chapter 3
As the day had progressed, Pierson spent more of it sitting up instead of sleeping or fighting off the urge to be sick. There was a measure of success growing, as he’d been able to finish the food theVKs had sent over. Confident he’d be ready in the morning for his training, it was nice not to be dizzy and to be able to focus on learning. The door opened, and Pierson offered his roommate a smile.
“You’re not lying down,” Wade observed.
“I’m feeling better.”
“That’s good. I told the others I’d come and ask you to hang out with us. They’re curious about you.”
“I’m curious about them too, but I’d be embarrassed if I were ill.”
“No one’s going to think less of you. We all dealt with resurrection sickness.”
While that was true, no one had failed as miserably as Pierson. “I don’t know.”
“It’s our last night of freedom. After this, who knows when we’ll get to hang out. Some of us will need to focus heavily on our studies while others might have to hit the gym. You don’t have to stay long, but at least come and say hello.”
“You’re right. I’ll do that.”
“Good, let’s go.”
Pierson set aside his book, and hurriedly shoved on his boots so he didn’t have to keep Wade waiting on him any longer than necessary. Once the laces were tied, he was happy to get to his feet without any adverse effects. Following Wade, it didn’t take long to make the turn where the fallen knight ladies had elected to be housed. Wade stopped in front of the door and gestured toward it.
“They’ll be excited to see you, go for it.”
With an appreciative smile, Pierson took a step and wrapped his fingers around the knob. A slight turn, and it swept open with barely a push forward. Dick growing hard, a rush of sensation raced through him, and his eyes locked with a man whose cyan eyes were shocked, but he wasn’t nearly as horrified as Pierson. As mistrustful as Pierson was of his new body, there was no denying that the man with the flushed cheeks was his mate.
It was the reason his face was bright with color that had Pierson wishing he could reverse his actions and had simply stayed in his room. There was a female fallen knight on her knees, her mouth moving over the cock of the man Fate picked for him. His breath was coming in pants, and somehow Pierson knew he was close. Without thought or saying a word to the handsome stranger that was supposed to be his for eternity, Pierson slammed the door shut.
Back straightening, his boots clicked together, and he made a sharp turn. There was no way he could stand another second near his other half. Pierson’s strides were long, and it was imperative that he get far away.
“Where are you going?” Wade hollered after him. “Oh, come on, it’s a blowjob. Don’t be a stuffed shirt. We need to get used to dealing with whatever happens.”
