He shrugs. “Didn’t think about it much growing up. Honestly, beforePetite,I thought I was straight or straight enough.”
Ah.My stomach dips.There it is.
“And now?”
“Now I already handed in my straight card forher,” he says with a breathy laugh that’s more tender than mocking. “And I’ve got a French love song playing in my head every time you look at me. I’ve got no fucking clue what I’m doing.Mon Dieu,I want to learn from you so badly.”
My stomach flips, then settles back exactly where it belongs.
Straight card revoked, gay panic initiated, and here I am with front row seats to the Luc Delacroix bisexual awakening.
Yeah. I can absolutely work with that.
He nips my earlobe, and a full-body shiver overtakes me. I grab the counter to steady myself, but my cock is already hard again, just from his words and the image ofcocky Lucspread out and needy, letting me touch him. Finger him.
Fuck.
“I’ll teach you,” I say, and he chuckles at how breathless it sounds.
“And what about Alaina? Can I keep dreaming about that little scene from earlier? And maybe hope it becomes real?”
I exhale slowly, my body tight with too much want. “I think you can.”
If it were anyone else, I’d run, but it’sher, and she’s already under my skin.
Even if I can’t have her on my own, having hercloselike this?
Havingthem.
It might be more than I ever hoped to have.
Luc nips my bottom lip again. “Fuck, you just got me so damn hard.”
I brush my thumb over the edge of his cheekbone, just to assure myself that he’s real, finding his skin hot and flushed beneath my fingers.
“Ever had a blow job from a guy?” I ask.
His whole body stiffens. “No.”
I use my hand to nudge his face, making him look me in the eyes. “Can I be the first?”
There’s half a second of silence before something snaps inside him. He shoves the rest of the dishes into the rack, yanks the towel off his shoulder, grabs my hand, and drags me down the hallway. It’s almost comical how fast he moves. His grip is tight, and my pulse is roaring when we reach his room. I glance toward the rat cage, and he catches it.
“Toulouse’s with Piper,” Luc says quickly, shutting the door behind us.
Before I even register the words, he steps up to the windows and tugs the curtains closed.
I lean against the edge of his desk and cross my arms with a grin. “Why the curtains?”
“The window faces the garden, and I don’t want the parents catching us doing stuff.”
I push off the desk and close the distance between us, curling a hand around the back of his neck. His skin is hot, practically tingling under my touch, and his pupils are blown wide.
I pull his forehead down to meet mine, whispering, “Doingstuff,huh?”
He swallows and nods.
“So, what stuff do you want me to do to you, Luc? Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”
