Page 80 of Tusks & Saddles
Welborn ignored the growing interest in his cock, reaching for his robe. Before Miss Eaves could protest, he wrapped the garment around her shoulders. She accepted it, tugging the fabric around her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome.”
Silence followed, and while Welborn couldn’t say for certain what Miss Eaves was thinking, he was doing as well as expected. Meaning, he was silently spiraling as his mind raced with information that he was desperately trying not to talk to his god about.
He had just had sexual relations with a woman. Really,reallyamazing sexual relations with a woman who Welborn was really,reallysmitten with. He had kissed and licked and touched—all of it fantastic and scary and beyond his imagination. And Miss Eaves, she had touched him too. But as to what came after…
She’s obviously experienced in this. She knew exactly what to do,Welborn thought.Which means she’s been with other people—people who may have had sex and are also more experienced than I am…shit, do I need more experience? Do I ask her how it was? Do I need to do something different? Did she enjoy it? Did she want to do it again? I hope she wants to do it again—but what if she doesn’t?! What if this was some form of pity sex?! What if it was so bad that she—
“Hey, stop that.”
Welborn shook his head. Miss Eaves was staring at him, her chin resting on her knees. He couldn’t say for certain how long she had been observing him, but Welborn was incredibly thankful that she wasn’t a psychic. The last thing he needed was for her to hear his panicked ruminations.
“I—” he licked his lips. “Sorry, I was somewhere else there.”
“I could tell. When you’re thinking too much, your forehead wrinkles,” Miss Eaves said, pressing a bare finger to the point between his eyes. “Gold piece for your thoughts?”
Welborn shifted on the ground, letting out a huff of air. “You don’t need to pay for my thoughts, Miss Eaves. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“All right…” she leaned closer. “What are you thinking about?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to do it again.”
“Do what again?”
Fuck, why is her voice like that? Why does she have to be so damn attractive?!
Nervously, Welborn licked his lips and met her gaze.
“I wanted to know if you’d like to…um…have intercourse again?”
The moment the word left Welborn’s mouth, he immediately regretted it. More so when Miss Eaves’ serene expression cracked with mirthful laughter.
“Intercourse?” she cackled, even as Welborn sank his head into his hands in embarrassment.
“I didn’t know how to say it without sounding weird,” he whined into his solid palm, ears burning with every musical note of her laughter. “I’m gonna go face the other side of the desert now—”
“Don’t you dare,” Miss Eaves said, pulling his hands away from his face. “How am I going to watch you lose yourself again if you’re over there?”
“Watch—” Welborn’s eyes widened. “You—then you do? I mean, with me? You want to—with me again?”
What were words when Welborn could just share half-formed thoughts instead? His thick tongue wasn’t doing him any favors,but Miss Eaves appeared to understand his rambling anyway. That or she chose to ignore it as she wrapped her legs around his waist, planted her hands on his shoulders, and immediately pulled. Welborn hadn’t been expecting the move, quickly collapsing on top of her with just enough time to brace his hands against the ground.
“Miss Eaves!” he exclaimed, worriedly searching her face for an injury.
“Hush, I’m fine,” she said with a smile, back pressed against the hard ground.
“Why—”
Welborn lost all sense of reason as her hand wrapped around his cock. He nearly choked when she pressed it against her entrance.
“You’re a young man, Welborn,” Miss Eaves hummed. “I’m sure you have another in you, don’t you?”
Based on how quickly he grew beneath her hand, Welborn could only nod.
“Good,” she said. “Why don’t you take the lead this time? Can you do that for me, beautiful boy?”
