Page 10 of Traveling with Gentlemen
Ezra huffed, hips slapping wetly into me. "Always."
"Harder," Amon growled. "I want to see that pussy nice and red."
I moaned, and Ezra obeyed.
* * *
Breakfast was delayedand blurred into lunch but my gentlemen and I were no less satisfied by the end of the meal.
I accepted a final bite of roasted and spiced potato, coyly licking my lips as Amon watched. He'd had his fill of me after the others, always determined to be last, but if I knew my sphinx, I knew he'd be just as eager to have me again now that he'd taken care of me.
And I was hardly likely to refuse.
The thought was interrupted by the appearance of a young man, a member of the staff, standing politely in the doorway. He spoke softly in Arabic, drawing Amon's attention away and my eyes widened as Amon stiffened.
"What is it?"
"We have a guest to the boat," Amon said, holding me as he rose from the table, the others quickly.
"A guest?" I echoed.
"How does a guest arrive to a boat?" Ezra asked.
"In this case, he swam," Amon said, stepping away from me and fussing with this clothing, combing back his hair.
My eyes widened and I shared a surprised glance with Auguste as we watched Amonfuss.
"If I might recommend, keep your eyes on the floorboards," Amon said, taking my hand and staring at us all. "I would explain but…we can't keep him waiting."
I gaped, glancing down at myself—I was back in my robe, but if Amon was self concious about his appearance surely I should be running to dress? But he tugged me along, out of the dining room and down the walkway at the edge of the boat, back to the deck where Ezra had fucked me.
I twisted, glancing back at the others, but found my confusion mirrored on their faces, until one by one their gazes dropped under Amon's instruction.
But I had always been too curious for my own good, and my eyes did not fall as we reached the deck and found a small party waiting for us. There were two beautiful women, bare waisted, in thin and clinging skirts, flanking a man at either side. But not a man, of course not. Not in this company.
"Sebek," Amon said, bowing low, not noticing my gaping in place.
Sebek was huge, broad, glistening and muscular, brown skin shining green, not unlike the river as it undulated with our passage. And Sebek had the head of a crocodile, enormous and grinning with dozens of sharp teeth gleaming white. He wore a tall golden crown, almost shaped like two horns, with a red orb at its base, and his hips were draped in elegant white linen that clung to him like the women's. Wet white linen.
A low chuckle came from that enormous, animal grin, and Amon rose, glancing at me at last and finding me staring. He paled slightly, but straightened, and his wings were out, features slightly furred, more of his sphinx form revealed than he usual chose to show.
I blinked at last and dropped my gaze.
"Amon, my friend," Sebek the crocodile man greeted. There was a crocodile man monster? This I simply hadn't imagined.
"You honor us," Amon said, releasing me to step forward. Sebek and Amon grasped one another's arms in a respectful embrace and I found my eyes rising again, unable to resist.
"I felt your arrival and found myself curious about your party," Sebek explained, a slitted eye finding me staring again. "Curiosity is my favorite indulgence."
Amon's wings ruffled but he shot a gentle smile over his shoulder at me, reassuring.
"Allow me to introduce my consort and our companions," Amon said, which was a sort of amusing and stuffy version of our family, but I smiled at him and stepped forward as he reached an arm out to me. "My star, Esther Reed."
Amon's hand tightened around mine as Sebek bowed to me. I attempted a curtsy and Sebek rose, chuckling, and revealing a hidden surprise from behind his back.
"Oh! My hat!" I said, laughing. "It wasn't you it landed on, was it?"
Which was probably the stupidest question I could've asked but Sebek only rumbled with more easy laughter.
