Page 44 of Chaos
The sigh Grim released was one I was intimately familiar with. “You know I can sense the spark of life. She isn’t carrying. You and Chaos need to redouble your efforts.”
“Is that your way of saying we need to have a threesome?”
“Fuck no,” Chaos said, glaring at me.
“What are you complaining about? You haven’t even had a twosome with her yet.”
“I’ve seen enough of your dick to last me an eternity.”
“Fine. I’ll go redoublemyefforts since the rest of you haters have made zero of them. And zero times any number still equals zero, you guys.”
“Oh look, he’s a mathlete now,” Malice said.
I flipped him off. “Math is sexy. Chicks dig nerds.”
I didn’t give them a chance to retort because I had a woman to woo. Merri and I needed to fix whatever divide was between us. And what better way than with a little multiplication? See? Sexy math.
Did my heart squeeze at the thought of getting her alone? Yes.
Was it because of anything other than the plan? No.
Definitely not feelings.
I know my equations. Two plus two equals baby.
“Special delivery,”I called out a beat before using the slightly open door as an invitation to waltz right inside Merri’s bedroom.
“You’re not holding anything,” Merri said, eyes dropping to my hands.
That stole some of my thunder, and my winsome smile slipped before I redoubled my efforts. “It’s me, I’m the delivery.” I even added a saucy wink for good measure.
God, she was so fucking pretty as she stood in front of the wardrobe and pulled out a lacy floor-length robe and held it out for inspection. She hummed softly to herself before putting it back and selecting another option, this one a slinky black silk number.
“I like the lace,” I offered, my voice a little hoarse.
“I wore that one recently,” she said without looking away from her closet.
“That’s the fun thing about laundry. You can wear it again once it’s been washed.”
Wrinkling her nose, she strode across the room and laid the garment on the bed. “I don’t do repeats. At least not so close together. They don’t get as much of a reaction from my clients.”
An unwelcome stab of jealousy hit me right in the gut at the thought of her being ogled online when I was right here, ready and willing to serve her.
“You’re camming today?” I couldn’t have kept the desperation out of my voice if I tried.
She stopped short and glanced at me. “I cam every day. Even when the world’s ending.”
“But why?”
Rolling her eyes, she huffed. “You know exactly why. I need to feed.”
“Feed from me. We established this.”
“No. Not unless I have to.”
Ouch.
I rubbed at my chest and had to glance down to make sure there wasn’t some sort of conjured dagger sticking out of it.
