Mabon reaches for another sandwich, but there is still a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
“Are you any good at blow jobs?” I blurt.
Mabon stares at me wide eyed. A cucumber sandwich frozen halfway to his mouth.
“I…er…want to improve my technique and my lessons with Dyfri were cut short,” I stammer while my cheeks burn.
A slow grin spreads across Mabon’s face. He elegantly puts his sandwich down and picks up the whole cucumber that I assume was in the middle of the table for decoration.
“My dear, I thought you’d never ask.”
Oh hell. What have I got myself into now?
Chapter twenty-nine
Rhydian came back hours ago, I’m sure of it. But with no phone or clock, there is no way to tell for sure. It is the fading light and my rumbling stomach that is letting me know. Pinky won’t set dinner until Rhydian is ready, that much is clear. And Rhydian stormed straight to his bathroom and has been in there ever since.
My hands fidget with my robes. Needing to wash the echo of someone’s touch off of you, is a thing, isn’t it? Has Rhydian finally fallen apart after holding it together all day?
His bathroom door is firmly shut. Looming, ominous, and unforgiven. Should I go check on him? It is pretty clear that if I don’t, no one else is, and that is breaking my heart. Rhydian has no one.
If I was upset, my mother would notice. So would my friends. Even Steve from the office. They’d try to help. Probably in awkward and awful ways, but they would. Even if I couldn’t tell them what was wrong.
Rhydian is sitting in there all alone. He doesn’t have anyone to comfort him.
Apart from me. He has me.
I hold my head up high and march towards the bathroom door. If he yells or throws something at me, then so be it. I have to at least try. He needs to know that he is not alone anymore.
The door swings open silently, revealing a wall of steam. I tiptoe forward. The steam swirls and moves around me. Rhydian is leaning back against the edge of the pool, his arms spread out along it. The water is lapping at his very pink nipples. His head is bowed and his antlers retracted.
I swallow. Does that mean he is sad? Or that he trusts me? Or simply that he is not expecting his privacy to be invaded? Until this morning, I had never seen him without his antlers.
My gaze runs over his wet hair, down to his wet and naked chest. His skin is smooth and very pale. His pecs are very well defined. I wish the water wasn’t covering the rest of him.
My breath hitches. I’ve never seen this much of him before. He always takes care to wear a cotton shift around me. Even when we bathed together. I can’t see any scars or deformities, so I don’t know why, but it is clear I shouldn’t be here. He doesn’t want me to see him like this.
Carefully, I take one step backwards. His head snaps up and amber eyes bore into me. I freeze and try to prise my tongue from the roof of my mouth.
Silence stretches. Nothing but the gentle swish of water and faint drips as condensation cools against the ceiling and falls down.
“Get in,” he rumbles.
I step forward. My hands go to my waist. I tried to pay close attention to what Pinky was doing when she dressed me this morning. I think I have it now. My fingers pull ona tie. Soft silk cascades down my body to pool around my ankles and leave not a scrap on me. Oops, I didn’t mean to do anything quite so dramatic.
Rhydian’s eyes blaze. He drinks in the sight of me and I quiver before him. I’m pretty sure he likes what he sees, and that is making me feel both too hot and too cold at the same time.
Somehow, I make it over to the bath that is more like a small swimming pool. I step in. The hot water is glorious and I can’t stop my bliss filled moan of delight.
“Pleasure yourself,” he orders sharply.
I suck in a breath. Okay, maybe being a bossy bastard will make him feel better. Reassert his dominance or whatever. I can give him that.
“I’d rather blow you,” I hear myself say.
Rhydian raises one graceful eyebrow, but honestly, he looks less surprised than I am. I watch helplessly as he considers my suggestion. I see the very moment he decides. His bright amber eyes darken. Under the water, his legs spread and he tilts his head down in an unmistakable, ‘go on then,’ gesture.
I swallow. Is he crazy? An underwater blow job? That sounds extremely tricky. Though, I suppose you do have to hold your breath for a fair bit anyway. If you are doing it right. According to Mabon.
