Page 107 of Sire
“We love each other.”How can I make him understand?“But you suffer over this deal with your father. You have so much guilt and shame about it, and I don’t want you to hide anything else.”
He blinks, chest heaving, truth told.
I urge, “You told me the night we met that you lie with men, too, and I’m saying I want to see it.Allof you. Your sexuality isn’t the darkest part of you, Sire; it’s one of your deepest, most beautiful sides. And you’ve shown me … it’s mine, too.”
He looks at me, disbelieving, then relieved. “You don’t just want the fantasy? You want the real thing?”
“Yes.” I chew my lip. “Is it what you want?”
Say yes. Say yes.
“I can’t lie.” Neither can his dick. He’s hard and pressed against me. “You want it, and they hinted they want it, too. The thought of pleasing you, of sharing it with you; yeah, it gets me off. And the only way I’ll ever bethatman again, like I was in the club, is if I’m with you.”
“Okay. Then let me find out what they want.”
“How?” He worries, “Silas is my parishioner. So is Eily. I married them. I don’t want to fuck up what we have.”
“Do you find Silas attractive?”
He huffs, “Silas Van de May would arouse a corpse.”
That’s true.
I tease, “Could he fulfill our fantasy?”
His lips brush over mine. “Only if he’s yours, too.”
“What about Redix and Daniel?”
He nips my bottom lip. “Angel, that’s like giving me three hot bulls. You sure about this?”
I smooth his thin white T-shirt. “Let me talk to Eily. We instantly connected. You felt it. So, let me find out what they want.”
He doesn’t argue. He laces his hand through my curls, tugging tight. “Whatever happens, Wren, you’re mine and I’m yours. You’re the love of my life; promise me that never changes.”
“I promise.” I take our vow, and our deep, devoted kiss.
Palming his pecs, I catch my breath. “Put on your swimsuit, I’ll put on mine, and I’ll make Tweedle Dick and Dong do the same.”
He grins. “You’re hot when you think you’re the boss of us.”
I grin back. “You’re lucky, because I am.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
WREN
In minutes,I’m changed and knocking on Axel’s door.
“Yes, Princess?” He opens it, naked and wet, like he just took a shower.
I glance down at Axel’s body, covered in muscles and ink.That’s why he’s not shy.
He scans my curves in a white string bikini, and swallows. His body reacts to mine, but his face doesn’t. He’s stoic, and I like it.
“Who is she?” I ask, handing him a pair of black swim trunks.
“She?” He takes them, standing there.
