Page 28 of Nine Inch Nasty
Delaney sidles up next to him and tucks herself under his arm, wrapping her arms around him. “Whatever you need to do to help yourself feel more comfortable with this new group you’ve been pushed into, we’re going to back you up. I know it feels scary, but with this many people involved in our everyday life, I want you to know that you can always ask for what you need, Wil. Communication is the best way to prevent miscommunication.”
“Sex,” he immediately chirps, then covers his face and groans. “Sorry, that was a little bit too enthusiastic. I mean…do you think you’d want to…you know,withme?”
I take that as my cue to duck out, wanting to give them the privacy Wil deserves for his first time with Delaney. Even if they’ve messed around before, I wouldn’t want anyone else sitting next to me if I was in his position, so I blow her a kiss and pull my brother out of the room, thinking we might as well go get dinner figured out.
Chapter Twelve
Wil
Oh my gods. I did not just say that to this incredibly beautiful girl.“Sorry. Again. What I meant to say is, I really want to be with you, Delaney. I’ve waited my entire life to feel like this, to have a bond like this, and it’s all I can think about. If you’re not ready, I get that. I just—"
The door shuts behind us, leaving us alone, and that’s when I realize what I’ve just done.
I just propositioned a bodysmith, and there’s no one here to diffuse her intensity.
“Wil, Wil, Wil…do me a favor? What’s this mark on my arm, this one here?”
I go stupid and blush and then I lean forward and frame the goat hooves that look like they’re dancing across her skin, kissing my mark. “That’s mine.”
“I was only holding off because I didn’t want to pressure you. Things were kind of crazy in Glittertopia anyway, and that shower we took there with Spencer…washot.It’s kind of been on replay in my head since it happened.”
She starts walking, and I backstep because we’re standing so close, and she keeps doing so until I’m hitting the bed I’ve already forgotten was there. Can’t help it. I forget all kinds of stuff when she’s this close to me and her eyes are on fire like that. “You h-have?”
She whips her wet hair up and ties it into a bun, leaving her neck blessedly bare, and ohfuck, I can’t keep it in. I let out a really embarrassing bleat, my goat getting ten shades of excited about the woman now unbuttoning the silk pajamas she just put on.
Something about buttons on a pajama top makes me want to just tear them apart, knowing I’ll only find bare skin underneath.
“And that’s another thing. I love how nervous I make you, all the stuttering and the cute goat noises you can’t keep in.” Her top falls to the floor and she leans over me, suffocating me with the heavy weights on her chest as she pushes my borrowed t-shirt over my head. Then we’re skin to skin, and it’sincredible.
Like, I know we fooled around a little more at that weird hotel we stayed at, but it was nothing like this.
“You don’t think I’m like, mega embarrassing? I don’t…your other mates are all so confident. Know how to take care of you, how to make you feel good, how to care for you…I’m going to need to learn all those skills, Delaney. I’ve been…very sheltered. My whole life.”
She hmms, yanks off her silky little shorts and steps out of them then she’s leaning over me again, encouraging me to scoot up on the bed so my feet aren’t hanging off it.
“I have other mates, yes. They’re more experienced, maybe, but they don’t have what you do. They’re notyou. Since I met you, you’ve been this sweet, endearing thing that I’ve just wanted to do filthy things to.”
Gulp. “Is that s-so?”
She smiles and nods, resting her hands on my waist band until I nod a yes, pulling them down.
I’m bare as well because I was not about to borrow someone else’s underpants. Talk about overstepping.
“Is there anything I can’t do to you or with you, Wil? Anything at all that makes you uncomfortable or that you’re not ready for? I need to know I’m not going to alienate you or cross a line unknowingly before I go any further.”
“Don’t touch my butthole!”
She giggles, loses it, and drops her head onto my chest to laugh some more. “Got it. Anything else?”
She lifts up her head, and I see she’s not offended or upset, so I give her the other thing I never thought I’d be brave enough to admit. “I uh…”
“Yes?”
You can do this, Wil. “I might, kind of want you to…like…couldyoucallmeaprettygoat?”
She leans closer, eyes squinted. “Come again?”
I yank a pillow and shove it over my face. “I want you to call me a pretty goat when you’re about to…you know. Assuming you’re able to. It’s not like my dick is very impressive or anything.”
