“Your eyes, they're golden.” She cradles my face in one small hand.
“I'm sorry if it scared you.” I blink a few times, leaning into her touch. “My shifter really liked that sound you made,” I explain, feeling sheepish about my lack of control.
“Don't be sorry. You don't have to hide from me.”
My heart swells in my chest, and I kiss her again desperately. If I don't, I know I'm going to crack and beg her to tell me everything.
When she reaches shyly inside my athletic shorts and wraps her tiny fingers around me, I know I can't possibly last long.
After barely a minute of her careful strokes, I shoot off like a rocket in my pants, groaning and collapsing on top of her. When I try to lift my weight, she holds me in place with a strength that surprises me.
“I don’t want to crush you, baby.”
“Just a little longer.” She sounds hesitant but happy, so I collapse into the cuddle, burying my face in her neck. My entire body feels relaxed like the tension I’ve been carrying for months is gone. There’s no point denying it anymore. I’m in this now, and I don't care how long it takes her to catch up.
She’s mine.
SHEENA
The hot sprayof the shower pounds down on me. I stand as still as a statue, but my mind makes up for my lack of physical movement by replaying what happened in the gym on repeat. A helpful exercise for absolutely no one.
Okay, this is fine, Sheena. Everything is fine.
So what if Gideon taught me some self-defense moves, then put on some sort of clinic in nipple play? He’s a talented guy, and I’m glad I got to experience his skills firsthand. Right? I can have an orgasm and also play it cool. Casual even. We're just two buddies who clung to each other like the planets aligned when we touched.
It didn’t feel casual.
I run the soapy loofah over my body, feeling a latent tingle as I wash my breasts. My brain might be working overtime, but my body feels languid and content. The throb in my chest is gone.Instead, my heart is humming like the connection is pleased that we helped each other come. I scoff and turn the water off.
Of course, the mystical voodoo thread in my chest is a shameless hussy.
I’m not sure why I’m making such a big deal out of this. It was hot, and I wouldn't mind a repeat performance. I’m a modern woman, goddammit.Why can’t I get off without freaking out?
Towel drying my hair, I slip into a comfy matching set of sweats, which mysteriously appeared in my closet the other day along with several other outfits.Something else to add to my tab.Or it would be if Gideon would stop pretending to have no idea where the clothes came from.
A grin spreads across my face. I sprawl in the chair by my window and grab my phone. Maybe a second opinion will help.
Ciprian… oh my god… something just happened
Wait. Stop. Which one?
Gideon
K. Plz continue
He was teaching me to box. Then we weren’t boxing anymore.
Nice. How big was it?
…I didn’t see. Just felt… but it seems to be in proportion to the rest of him
Of course it is
We didn’t even take our pants off and it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me
Good for Gideon. Didn’t know he had it in him.
I can’t believe I’m telling you all this
