He looked at them for a second, his back muscles tensing up before he exhaled in embarrassment. “I…I'm a little peculiar about things. I don't mean to be a pain in the ass.” The most heartbreaking piece was that for some reason, even though he didn't say the words, I heard him say,because I'm weird and broken.
My heart immediately reached out to him, felt for him. Something inside of me shifted, and, before I knew it, I blurted out, “It's okay. I’m broken, too.”
As soon as I said that, I immediately regretted it. I saw him clench up before turning towards me slowly. I may feel that way about myself, but that was no reason to put that into him. I needed to fix this and fix it now. “I am so sor-” He lifted his hand, and I wisely shut the fuck up.
“It's fine. I know I'm odd and don't fit just right. Broken is a good word for it, and I have known that for a very long time. Accepted it, but I am curious as to why you think that you are broken?” He tilted his head in a cute way, mimicking a dog.
It was my turn to look away. I felt compelled to tell him something, to somehow make it even, and shrugged my shoulders. “I'm a siren whose song calls to no one.”
Apparently, he didn't get it and took a few steps closer to me. “What does that mean?”
My mother’s voice popped into my head at that moment.Useless. A waste. No good. A disappointment. Not worth it. Defective.All those words kept circling in my head as I harshly laughed. “It means just what I said.” I pushed forward, not wanting to talk about this anymore, wondering why the fuck I even started talking about this in the first place to this stranger. I looked away, not really wanting to see any pity or other shit in his eyes at how pathetic I was being. “Are you ready to go to bed? I'm getting a little tired.” I wasn't, but I just wanted to stop this conversation.
He looked at me for another few seconds before he motioned to the bed. I took the hint, and I crawled onto one side of the bed. I slid between the covers, feeling the smooth, soft Egyptian cotton and sighed. He might have a messy room, but his bed is luxurious. I heard some clinking, and I looked over to see him moving some of his projects and pieces on the floor to make room. I went up on my side as I laughed. “What are you doing?”
He looked at the floor then back up at me, did it again, then, in a tone that implied I was an idiot, he explained, “I’m making room.”
Oh, this sweet, crazy man. I patted the spot next to me. “We are both adults, and this is your bed. We can just sleep next to each other.”
He looked back and forth between the spot I motioned to and the floor. The indecision in his eyes made me think he was about to freak out, so I clarified. “Look, if you really want to sleep on the floor or can't stand the thought of sleeping next to me, that's fine, but if you are doing it for my benefit, then you don't have to.” I grinned at him as I followed. “I can protect myself, you know.” He waited for a beat, and looked at the hard wooden floor with a grimace before lifting the side of the covers and sliding in next to me.
He was stiff as a board, arms to his side and staring straight up at the ceiling, and I smacked him on the shoulder. “Just relax. I'm not going to jump your bones or kill you in your sleep.” I could see him forcefully make his body relax before flicking his eye up at me. I smiled and nodded to him before I plopped backwards, head hitting the soft feathered pillow, and I again championed this man's bed accessory choices.
My body was immediately relaxed as I laid next to him. It was a small bit of enjoyment for me to have someone to share a bed with. He was like his own little heater, and I felt nice and toasty inside the covers. I felt my eyes start to droop, and I yawned out, “Good night, Gears.”
I felt him move for a second, taking off his shirt as he tucked it between us. His soft voice floated over to my side of the bed as he whispered, “Good night, Celine.”
As consciousness started to take over, it felt like I was wrapped around a heater. Soft warmth covered the front of me as I burrowed in deeper, enjoying the warmth. When you're a siren, a creature of the sea, you tend to be a little more on the cold-blooded side. Our hearts sang from the sea, and it made them feel cold and deep. Unfathomably vast. This caused our body to be kept at a lower temperature than most other beings. It's also why sirens enjoyed sex so much. It made us feel alive and warm at the same time. It reminded me of the yummy sexy dream I was having about two sexy bikers smashing me into a Celine sandwich.
Sometimes it was Duce and Bricks, sexy and adventurous. Them bringing me to the brink and then pulling back, taking me higher and higher until I screamed for my release. Then it would switch to Rabid and Dino. That was more like angry fucking. Hair being pulled and biting so hard that blood was on the lips, but it was hot as fuck.
I started to move around a little, knowing that I might need to take care of this sexual frustration I was feeling at the moment when I felt this long, hard thing resting on the back of my thigh. I moved around a little more, rubbing it with my leg to see if I was just making it up with my head with wishful thinking, but it just grew harder the more I pushed against it.
I cracked my eyes open as I felt my heater move, and I realized that I was wrapped around Gears like a koala on a tree. I was hugging his naked chest as my face was burrowed into his side, my legs wrapped around him like I owned the space beneath me.
“I didn't mean to wake you.” I heard a gruff voice say above me as he nosed my hair, taking in a long whiff. I looked up and saw Gears looking down at me with those neon green eyes, lust blazing through them like an inferno. My body immediately reacted, making me wet as I felt those eyes draw me in.
With my half-sex-crazed, half-still-asleep brain, I moved up a little and grazed my teeth against his collarbone. He hissed as his hands tensed up on my waist until I laid my lips against it in a soft kiss.
Like my body was on autopilot, I rubbed my knee alongside his growing length. I peeked up at his face through my lashes, and I caught him clenching his teeth. It was hot to see a man like this, one that was usually such a composed start to unravel for you. I was like an addict hitting the drug for the first time, and I wanted more.
As soon as he saw me watching him, he growled out, grabbing both my ass cheeks and sitting me on his crotch. I let out a small yelp at the suddenness of it all, but my insides melted at how easy it was for him to lift me and set me where he wanted.
I looked down, my body becoming more animated the more I was turned on. I started to grind against his throbbing length, making slow and steady circles with my hips. His breathing came out labored as he looked down at where our bodies met and bit his lip. I took that as a sign to go forward and hooked my hands at the bottom of his shirt and whipped it over my head.
This time, he made an audible gasp as he said breathlessly, “Fucking gorgeous.” I smiled down at him, letting my hair cover half of my face as I leaned down, letting our chests rub up against each other.
“You haven't seen anything yet.” I felt my desire pool beneath me, drenching his underwear that I was wearing as the friction of rubbing myself on his length was getting me all hot and bothered.
His hands traveled up my hips, sinking into the dip on my waist before rising to my breasts. At first, he cupped them, his rough, calloused hands gliding along my sensitive skin, causing me to shutter at the touch. As soon as he got to the nipple, pinching the tiny pink buds, I let out a throaty moan.
I looked down at him, expecting to see his neon eyes shine brightly when I saw him blink and start to look around his room. His hands kept roaming my body, so I knew it wasn't his lack of interest, but I could tell his mind was going to other places. I softly cupped my hand against his cheek, bringing his face back to mine as I asked, “Is everything all right? Do you want to do something else?”
His body stopped moving underneath mine, and his eyes squeezed shut as he mumbled to himself, “Stupid. Fucking idiot. Stop thinking.” His hands went back to my waist to berate himself. Well, this wouldn't do.
I leaned down, boxing him in with my arms. “Hey, hey, none of that.” I ran my hand through his silky hair, and he let out a pleasing sigh. “Just tell me what you need. We all need something different, and that's okay.”
He opened his eyes but wouldn’t look at me as his face fell. “It's not that. It's just…” I waited patiently, placing a few small kisses along his chin, letting him know I was here, and that it was okay. "Jesus, I don't know why I'm telling you this, but my mind sometimes gets obsessive. Thoughts about random things just enter my brain and won't shake loose. Making me lose focus on what I really want to be present for.”
