Page 112 of Brighter Than Gold

“Tell me about them.”

“You’renot jealous?” I goaded her.

“You’ve risked your life to sneak into my bed, how could I be jealous of anyone?”

I huffed a laugh. “Fair point. Well, it was years ago. I met him in military training, he was my captain.”

“What was his name?”

“Broderick Ithilayne, but we all called him captain Layne. I was convinced he hated me for the longest time. He had me running and re-running drills for the most mundane reasons. He pushed me harder than any of the other cadets, like he was constantly trying to test my mettle.”

“Did you know then that you preferred…”

“The company of men?”

She nodded shyly.

“I did, but it was never like that with Layne. He was married and had a son. I had no idea that he had any other inclinations.”

“What happened?”

My stomach fluttered remembering that night.

“We were at the training camp north of the palace. We’d been drilling since dawn, and by dusk he’d sent us out on a brutal fifteen-mile trek. Gods we were destroyed when we got back. Vomiting, dizzy. He sent the boys to mess but held me back. I was too exhausted to even be angry. He waited until we were out of earshot, and he told me to run the trail again, said he knew I could do better. Without thinking I took a swing at him.”

“Your captain!”

“I was delirious, barely eating, barely sleeping and having my body punished and pushed to the brink; I didn’t even know what I’d done until he’d tackled me to the ground and had me pinned.”

I felt Reyah shift under me, and I looked down at her to find her grinning mischievously. “What?”

“Nothing, I like this story.”

I couldn’t help my laugh.

“And?” she asked excitedly.

“And, it unfolded exactly how you think it would.”

“Tell me,” she whispered with a smile.

“You’re not jealous at all, you’re fucking loving this aren’t you?” She nodded again as she rubbed her thigh tightly together. “Devious woman.” I snaked a hand down between her legs. Her breath caught as I parted her with my fingertips.

“Layne pinned me down, and I immediately felt how hard he was,” I said as I stroked my finger over her. Her lids lowered as she listened. “I was shocked of course, like I said, I thought he had it out for me. Gods, if I’d only known, he could have gotten what he was after so much sooner. He was gorgeous. A few inches taller, but I was still young. Rock hard muscle set under radiant brown skin, and the most striking green eyes you’ve ever seen.” I circled Reyah lightly as her hips rocked back and forth under my touch.

“What did he do?” she asked.

“He grabbed me through the leather trousers and rubbed me hard with the heel of his palm until I grew rigid under his hand. I was so shocked and aroused I let him do it, right there laying in the dirt. He didn’t even say a word to me, just kept roughly stroking.”

“Fuck…” Reyah whimpered as I plunged a finger inside of her. Between her arousal and my release, she was drenched. My own cock was already pressed up against my stomach, keen for attention as well.

“What happened next?” Reyah begged.

“Next he flipped me onto my stomach and tore my trousers down to my knees.” I flexed my hand again and again as she clung to every word, every stroke.

“He parted me and spit onto my ass.”

Reyah’s eyes shot open as my finger traced around her own tight, back hole.

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