Page 16 of Sire
I almost spew my coffee.
“Oh. Okay. Um…” I point toward the sliding door across the kitchen. “There’s a little trash can in there, beside the dryer. Use that and, sorry. I’m used to male guests.”
She tilts her head. “Boyfriends?”
“No boyfriends. No girlfriends, either.”Don’t think it. Don’t think it.“My brother stays here sometimes.”
“Jace?” She beams. “He’s sweet.”
“Yeah, he’s sweet until he’s not, but he has a place. My baby brother, Loch. He doesn’t live here anymore and would crash with me sometimes, but now he has a girlfriend, so…”
Why am I compelled to keep confessing to her? Hell, I already told her my darkest secrets, thinking I’d never see her again.
What are the odds she doesn’t remember everything I said?
With her mention of my boyfriendsandgirlfriends? With the way she’s looking at me? All cute and cunning?
Not a hot virgin’s chance in horny hell.
No, Wren doesn’t stare back with her topaz eyes, all innocent and sweet, even though I know she is.
Pure perception. That’s what she has, and she punches me with it, so I lean against the countertop.
It’s either that, or I start squirming. And do people make me squirm? Fuck no. That’s how odd this is. Odd and … interesting.
Nonchalantly, she strolls toward my laundry room, calling over her shoulder, “While I’m here, if you need me to vacate while you add to your body count, just lemme know.”
“I’m notaddingto my body count.”
Lies.I want to add you. Only you.In countless, filthy ways, and with every part of your innocent body.
Hell is naming a street after me now.
“That’s not what you told me in the car.” She grabs the garbage can. “You said you fuck men and women, and you need to get kinky about it, and I’m not judging.”
“What do YOU know about kink?”
Yep, she does remember, and … Dick, I can’t believe you just asked that. You’re going to get us in trouble.
“I’m a virgin, not a prude.” She turns back, hugging the small white pail to her chest, dangerously stepping my way. “I’m not shook over your bisexuality. I mean, maybe I’m bi, too. I don’t know. I haven’t tried anything yet, but when I get really horny, I watch hard core porn and masturbate to all kinds of kinky fantasies and?—”
Holy.
Fucking.
Hell.
Her mouth.
Is heaven.
And I’m dying for it.
“Jesus,” I sigh, “do you know what a filter is?”
She smiles, nodding toward my machine. “For coffee, yes. For my mouth? Sorry, I’ve tried, but they don’t exist. Why? Am I offending you? Are you like closeted or…?”
Her face falls, disappointed. “Please don’t tell me you’re one of those hypocritical, hateful pastor pricks. I grew up around them, and Ireallyliked you, but if that’s who you?—”
