Not that I gave a fuck.I had no shame anymore, so I’d have happily fucked her in the middle of this room with a full audience without a second thought.I’d done worse, after all, and if there was anyone I didn’t give a damn about seeing my bare ass, it was the other men in my squad.We’d seen each other at far lower points than this.
However, it was almost adorable the way she tried, made me want to tease her.“Stop what?”I asked, mirroring my voice to hers, matching her tone.
“Youknowwhat.You think I can’t tell what you’re thinking?”
A bond formed when guiding, no matter how limited or transient.It caused the two to react to each other, and for some, it allowed a certain level of information exchange, a general sense of the other and their emotions.
Some guides were more sensitive to it, and the fact that Yun picked it up said she was likely one of them.
Or maybe it’s just me?
I didn’t mind that idea one bit.It was fucking nice to think that she gave a damn about me, that she felt a pull toward me.
Her cheeks flushed, and it made me wonder where else her skin would turn pink.Would it extend down her neck, her chest?Some women got red damn near all over, and I wanted to see that with her, to put it to the test.I was pretty sure that even if she didn’t naturally turn that pretty shade, I could bring up some color over the curve of her ass with my palm.
Which had me groaning as my cock ached, rigid against the metal teeth of my zipper.
Carter would kick my ass if I tried to take it out right now, to stroke myself as she guided me, but fuck, I wanted to.Carter had given me enough talks about when my dick could make an appearance, and I was pretty sure now was not one of the acceptable times.
Instead, I focused on her, on the way she pulled air in through her nose with breaths shorter than normal, a sure sign of her own reaction.I couldn’t quite tell if she reacted directly to me or not, but I didn’t think I cared that much.
Whether it was because of me or just the guiding, she was getting off on it.
I dropped my gaze to find her nipples pebbled against her shirt like the prettiest lures I’d ever seen.
Well, well…
“You don’t want me thinking that because you got some interest?”I made a show of letting my gaze linger there.
She didn’t cross her arms, didn’t hide the evidence.She was probably too smart, knew damn well that it wouldn’t make a bit of difference.It was adorable for her to think she could hide shit from me, at least when it came to this.
Anything deeper?
Fuck, I didn’t have a clue.
But the way her leg trembled, just a bit, the hitch in her breath now and then, it all was a language I’d spent a lifetime getting fluent in.
“You don’t know anything,” she answered.
“Pretty fucking sure I do.Bet you if I slid right down between those thighs of yours, if I took off those god-awful pants you’re wearing, I’d find you drenched.”
Even as we spoke, the guiding never stopped, never slowed.In fact, it amazed me that she seemed to not even have to concentrate on it.It flowed into her without thought or effort.
Normally, back and forth like ours would cause a slowdown, even a break, but the corruption left me and entered her at the same rate—picking up speed slightly, if anything.
“Well, it’s not like you’ll ever find out.”
Not denying it, huh?Interesting.
“You sure about that?Come on, Flicker, I promise I’m good at it.Fuck knows, you’ll enjoy it.”
“Flicker?”
“You don’t like it?”I smirked at the nickname, at how perfectly it fit her.That’s what she was, just a tiny little spark in the darkness, just a flicker of something in the endless blackness that existed.So easy to catch, so easy to see, to find, to snuff out.
The press of her lips into a thin, flat line told me her opinion.
Not that I gave a fuck.A nickname wasn’t about pleasing the other person, it was about a name that fit whether or not they found it appealing.
