Page 123 of Property of Necro
“Yeah. You come. Then Coffin does.”
“That’s not a system,” my blond argues.
“It kinda is.” Rot cuts in as he tucks his dick away. “You gettin’ pleasure turns me on and makes it so I can’t last as long.”
“And you like it when he comes.” A wicked grin steals my lips, and I waggle a finger at a breathless Coffin.
He rolls his eyes. “I likesex sounds.”
“Oh. So, it’s his moans,” I tease.
“No. It’s everyone’s moans. It turns me on.”
“Group sex is your thing, then.”
“No.” He huffs. “Sex with you is my thing. Necro and Rot joinin’ in are bonuses.”
“You didn’t like sex with me before. I remember when you hated me and complained about my voice when you thought I couldn’t hear.” That memory will forever be burned into my brain.
Coffin huffs. “I think we’ve covered I’m a fuckin’ moron.”
“We have. You’re a newly reformed moron,” Rot teases.
“Did you really not like my voice?” I ask, suddenly feeling insecure. I’m not sure if it’s the quick drop of adrenaline, the Necro situation, or whatever, but…
I wrap my arms around my middle.
“Sweet Cheeks, come on.” Coffin’s tone lowers to a seductive prince. “You know that’s not even close to true. I don’t like women. I hate ‘em. But I like you. I want you. Your mind. All of it. Not just your pussy. That includes your voice, which I missed the hell out of.”
All those giddy girlish feelings erupt at his kind words, but I tamp them down to sift through later, when I’m ready.
Doing what I do best, I deflect. “You’re bein’ nice again. Did you eat another gummy?” It’s okay if he did.
“No. I slept like the dead after bein’ drugged and woke up to the most beautiful fuckin’ face in my kitchen. I’m inclined to be nice when you took two of my loads in a day.”
“And you liked it.”
Coffin’s head shakes. “No. I loved it.”
“It didn’t make you angry or sick this time.”
“No. It didn’t. It felt good to be with you.”
“Without a gummy.”
“Yeah. Without a gummy. I’ve released a lot of anger and frustration over the last few months. My body was ready for you to come home.”
For me to come home.
Gah! This man.
He can be sweet when he wants to be.
“You didn’t even have to stab me this time.”
He throws his head back and barks a hearty laugh. “Oh, Sweet Cheeks, I’ll cut you again in the future. That’s a given. You’ll bleed and you’ll wear my scars, and you’ll love it.”
He’s right. I will love it.
