Page 52 of Blood of the Damned: Thorn
Thorn nodded slowly, his attention remaining on the entrance. “It is when time is infinitely endless,” he murmured, almost like he was speaking to himself.
Ledger attempted to swallow the rising sob at the enormity of the simple statement. He’d been alone in his teens. Those few years he’d struggled to find his way had felt endless, the seconds, minutes and hours feeling like an eternity. He couldn’t imagine decades, centuries or beyond of loneliness. It explained why the brothers remained together.
Thorn wiping at his cheek made Ledger aware tears were rolling freely down it. “Don’t cry,” Thorn begged, his eyes pleading.
Ledger stifled the next sob and sucked in a breath, swiping at his face, gathering himself. “So wanna tell me why you got Calvert to do your dirty work?”
The look of relief at the change of topic was comical until Thorn registered what Ledger had said. A sheepish grin appeared before he sucked his thumb between his lips, tastingLedger’s tears. It was an automatic thing Thorn had done before, only with how they weren’t having sex right now and with how highly sexed he’d been, his thoughts fled after what they wanted.
Would getting a blow job alert the girls to what we’re doing?
We could try?
We could.
Ledger laughed long and hard at how eager Thorn was when he was lifted effortlessly off his seat and carried at warp speed up to the house. He couldn’t say if they’d passed anyone, or if the sky held a cloud. It was all a blur.
They’d barely gotten into their suite and the door closed behind them before Ledger found his pants down by his ankles, and pushed against the closet wall.
The moment became a ten on the weird scale when he looked down and found he couldn’t actually see what was happening to his cock. He knew it was hard and could feel Thorn’s fingers wrapped around it. The head was slick with how the air touched it. All of this was secondary when his huge belly hid it all. He wanted to tell himself the obscured view was just much the same as shutting his eyes. Which he did then, to trick himself into believing it, only his mind had latched onto the visual of his protruding belly and any desire he felt fizzled out like a fire doused with a bucket of icy water.
“What is it, Sweetling?” Thorn gave him a worried look before he masked his thoughts when Ledger’s eyes opened at the question.
“I can’t see your hand,” he stated flatly. He wasn’t going to cry.
He wasn’t.
At the first sniff he scowled at himself more than Thorn, side stepping as best he could. Unfortunately, his belly brushed against Thorn’s face, forcing him to shift back or get suffocated. Despite knowing that wasn’t possible, it didn’t stop the next sniff. Or the following one when he awkwardly attempted toreach for his maternity, elasticated slacks, mooning Thorn in the process when he couldn’t quite reach from a standing position.
Heat coursed into his face and it didn’t matter that they'd done all manner of things that involved Thorn’s face near his asshole. This was different.
He slapped at the hand helping him tug up his pants. “I can do it.”
He couldn’t, they both knew it.
Another sniff, this one decidedly louder than the last.
“Help me then,” he demanded.
How had he gone from being a reasonable thinking person to this? He wanted to slap himself upside the head and really wasn’t sure how Thorn hadn’t threatened to do it already.
He had to give it to Thorn, he had the patience of a saint.
Slacks back in place, he stomped to the couch, or he would have if his legs weren’t feeling like he’d attached weights to his ankles. He levered himself onto the pile of cushions and crossed his arms over the top of his belly, glowering at the vampire hovering, because he couldn’t glower at himself. “I think you’re right.”
“Right about what?” Thorn asked, wearing a wary expression as his teeth grazed his lip.
“I should give up working. I’m not fit for public consumption right now. I’m not fit for anything.”
Thorn slowly came and perched on the cushion next to Ledger, not touching, but close enough for Ledger to press his leg against Thorn’s. “I love you.”
“I don’t know how?” Ledger shifted so he could press closer to his mate. “I’m irrational half of the time and the other half, I’m just plain crazy. You’re right to suggest I quit work right now, I should have listened to you last month.”
Thorn pinched his chin and pressed their foreheads together, looking him directly in the eye. “It doesn’t matter. You knewwhen the time was right for you.” He traced his fingers over the moving mound in a soothing motion. “This won’t be forever, Sweetling, then you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.”
“Let’s hope so.” Ledger released a heartfelt sigh, hoping against hope his mate was right.
“It will, you’ll see.”
