Page 8 of Orange Spell
“You’re not my babysitter, Marlin.I don’t need you to keep an eye on me.In fact, I need you and Birch tostopkeeping an eye on me.”
“Why?”Marlin felt confused, but he was pretty sure that part of it was the alcohol.He really shouldn’t have drunk so much.
“What if I want to fuck someone?What if I want to go back in the dining hall and find someone who will bend me over and fuck me into next week?”
Marlin’s entire body flushed.“Do you want that?”he asked in a low voice.
Curran threw his hands up.“I don’t know.I’ve never had the opportunity to do anything like that because you and my brother are always hovering.”
“You shouldn’t let just anyone do that to you.”
“How should I choose who I want to fuck, then?”
“You should date them.You deserve more than a quick fuck.”
Curran arched a brow.“Yeah?Well, I don’t see you volunteering for it, so maybe you should keep your mouth shut.”
Marlin blinked.Curran was right, wasn’t he?“I’m volunteering.”
Curran gaped.“I’m sorry?”
“I’ll fuck you.”That way, Marlin would be sure that Curran was taken care of and that no one would take advantage of him.
It was the perfect solution.
Chapter Two
Curran had always beendrawn to Marlin.It wasn’t just the way he carried himself, with a confidence that made everyone turn their heads.It also wasn’t just the way his burnt orange scales glinted in the light or how nice he’d always been to Curran.It was a mix of all of that and so much more, and the initial attraction had grown and evolved over the years until Curran had been completely in love with Marlin.
He still was.He didn’t know how to stop, but the conversation they were having wasn’t helping.Marlin had just offered to fuck Curran, and Curran couldn’t stop thinking about what that would be like.
Curran’s purple scales felt uncomfortably tight against his skin, and he could feel he was already slick, which was enough to make him want to run.He would have in any other circumstance, but Marlin had really said he’d fuck Curran.Curran had heard him.
He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself.He’d had too much to drink, and his inhibitions were slipping.Normally, he wouldn’t even consider it, but he couldn’t help but do just that now.
“Curran?”Marlin’s voice pulled Curran out of his thoughts.
