He calms down within seconds, peels off his T-shirt, wipes the come from my hand, and tosses it aside. I’m still staring at him in awe when he pulls me into his arms. “This was the best experience my dick’s ever had with a hand.”
“How many hands has it seen to evaluate?” I murmur, bitterness threading my words despite my effort to hide it.
He chuckles, and presses a soft, searing kiss to my lips. “I told you, I never kissed anyone, I never fucked anybody. It covers everything in the middle.”
I melt against him, letting him wrap me tightly. My face buries in his neck, inhaling his scent.I didn’t come this time, but why does my body feel that overpowering satisfaction, as if I had?
Matleon
“Happy Birthday,” she mutters in a sleepy voice after getting up and sitting in front of me.
“Thanks.” I extend my hand. “My gift?”
“I didn’t prepare anything.”
I nod. “No problem. I’ll be satisfied with a repeat of last night.”
She jumps off the bed immediately. “I have to go pee,” and rushes toward the bathroom.
I chuckle, stretching my arms over my head.“Happy Birthday,”I mutter, grinning.
I check my phone and reply to my relatives’ messages until she comes out of the bathroom. She stops when she sees me still sitting on the bed. I get off the bed as soon as she enters the bathroom, but today I’ve planned to cling to her.
I follow her as she walks toward the door and then down the stairs. She glances at me. “Why are you following me?”
I shrug. “I just need to go where you’re going.”
She eyes me once more and then walks toward the kitchen. Wen stops us in the hallway. She gives me a hug. “Happy Birthday. I guess the ban is now lifted since you’ve already replied to my message.”
“What ban?” Lyn asks.
Wen sighs. “There was a ban on wishing him happy birthday for the past five years. He used to get very mad when we wished him in person and ignored our messages. I think—”
I cut her off. “Whatever. You can wish me now, and I won’t mind a good birthday cake as well.” My eyes lock with my Angel. “With a gift.”
Wen clears her throat. I reluctantly look at her.
“What kind of cake do you want?”
I look back at Iselyn. “Whatever my wife wants to make.”
“I don’t know much about making desserts.”
“No problem. Even if it’s just plain uncooked dough, I’ll happily eat it,” I grin. “If it’s made by you.”
Wen groans. “Come on, Leo, this is so cheesy. And it would’ve been fine if it weren’t a lie. Everyone knows youcan’t eat anything that doesn’t meet your high-ass royal taste standards.”
Iselyn chuckles. I watch Wen with narrowed eyes. “You’re reminding me too much these days that you’re unmarried. Why don’t I start searching for a nice guy so you can get lost from here with him, and I can live my married life in peace?”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Like I’ll let you get rid of me so easily.”
My lips curl into my favorite smile, the one that always unsettles people. “Want to test?”
She flares her nostrils, then narrows her eyes. “I’ll tell Dad about your shenanigans.”
“Dad already knows. And how long are you going to use Dad like a little girl?”
She smirks. “As long as both of us are alive, I’m my dad’s little girl. You’re just jealous of me.”
