On the other hand... Lots of girls have a wild night of passion after a bad break-up. I had a 9.0 on the Richter Scale of Sudden and Catastrophic Dumpings.
I move my thigh with purpose, praying Nigel wants this.
Wants me.
A little part of me is asking for a Christmas miracle, where you lose one love and find a better one.
“Briana?” His voice is a sharp, commanding rasp, even with a question mark in it. “Are you awake?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
My leg moves more, and Nigel’s hand gently lowers to my bare shoulder. “You too hot?”
Only for you. For this.Wondering what it would feel like to be with him.
To take something that big. I know all of him won’t fit, but some will.
“I’m comfy,” I whisper, throat tight. “Sh-should I move? Am I crowding you?”
“N-no.”
The uncertain hitch in his voice is adorable. I want to roll over and hug him.
I don’t. I wriggle lower. Let my bare fingertips brush something hard, yet slick and fleshy.
“We can’t.”
I drop my hand, instantly ashamed. “I’m sorry!” I half-whimper.
His fingers dig into my upper arm, brushing against my bare breast. “I’m not— There are reasons.”
“I know. Sorry. I’m a human. A stranger.”
“You don’t feel like a stranger. I don’t care that you’re human. But centaurs don’t do this lightly. If we... If I...” Nigel coughs. “This would mean that you accepted my offer to court you.”
“Date me?”
“No. More serious. With the intention of being with each other long-term. Married one day. The possibility would be on the table from the moment you touched me, so you mustn’t touch a centaur unless you’re serious about—”
He doesn’t finish before I’m closing my hand around the bell-like crown of his cock, arching my back into him, feeling his broad torso against me, knowing he could hurt me, but that he never would. Funny how I know that about him—not think, not believe,know. I believed Josh would never hurt me, and he tore my heart to shreds.
“I’d be happy to consider it. I’ll be here all week. Think that’s enough time to start a courtship?” I ask.
I know I shouldn’t be considering such serious things so soon after a major split, but I am. It took me two years to believe Josh was serious. I knew Nigel would be serious about anything he undertook within twohours. Hell, even his business is named Promises Kept. It’s his motto. His way of life.
“Promise you’ll give me a chance? That you’ll tell me what you want?” I ask, eyes suddenly full of tears for the trust Joshbroke, heart still hopeful that someone—this mighty beast of a man behind me—might repair it.
After all, he fixes things...
“I promise I’ll give you a hundred chances. I don’t talk much, but I say what needs to be said.” His hands knead my back until I guide them to my breasts. His hips move, tuck up, and I can feel his length nudging me on purpose now.
“That’s a really good start.”
SHE’S TOUCHING ME.Her hand strokes me up and down, fingers not quite touching around the girth of my shaft, closing neatly over the tapered crown. I tease her nipples and moan in wonder when she shimmies out of her cotton pajama bottoms.
“Here.”
