“Do you feel the plug?” he asked breathlessly. “Because I do.”
It had taken everything in me to stay quiet. I could indeed feel his cock rubbing against the plug in my ass through the thin wall between them, and it drove me wild. I came in record time, pressing my lips together to hold in my moans.
When we were done, Ash opened the door a crack and checked to be sure the coast was clear. It was, and we slipped back into the ballroom,hoping no one noticed us missing.
Back in our seats for dinner now, Celena thumps down next to me.
“I can’t believe none of the players will take a chance with me as long as that asshole has staked his claim,” she says.
“None of them?” I ask, a little surprised. Celena is beautiful. Like, drop-dead gorgeous. I can’t imagine anyone turning her down.
“None of them,” she confirms. “I nearly had one of the rookies on the hook, but his friend pointed out that Kingston wants me, and I’ve never seen a man backpedal that fast.”
She looks across the way, and I follow her gaze to where Kingston sits a couple tables over. The corners of his mouth turn up ever-so-slightly as he looks at her.
“I’ll be right back,” Celena says as she rises and heads toward him.
I try to grab for her hand but miss, and I can only watch as she beelines for his table. She stops in front of him, and he looks up at her. She says something to him I don’t catch, then she drops the hotel key card he gave her into the glass of amber-brown liquid he’s drinking.
The people at Kingston’s table look scandalized, and I hear one of the other players, possibly Fig, say, “Oh shit,” from somewhere off to my left. For his own part, the expression on Kingston’s face doesn’t change as Celena turns on her heel and stalks back to our table to sit down.
“Um…everything alright?” Ash asks her.
“Perfectly fine,” she says, taking a sip of what looks like a new glass of champagne. “Just wanted to return his key card, since I won’t need it.”
The three of us look over at Kingston, who pulls the card out of his drink, raises the glass toward Celena, and takes a sip.
Celena just turns to me. “So where have you been?”
I shrug. “Just…mingling.”
She narrows her eyes. “You’re flushed. What are you…” Her eyes widen again as she looks at me. “The two of you were off fucking somewhere, weren’t you,” she says in a low voice, just so I can hear.
“What? No. Why would you think that?” I sputter, but even I can hear thelie in my denial.
Celena gives me a ‘Don’t bullshit me’ look, and I relent.
“Fine, yes. We talked to Mr. Kaladin, and Ash was wound up after that, so we found an empty supply closet, and…”
I let her fill in the blank.
She smirks knowingly at me. “You little slut. How was it?”
I glance around to be sure no one else is listening. “Why has no one told me about the joys of anal plugs before now?” I whisper.
Celena barks out a laugh, drawing Ash’s attention as well as that of a few other people at our table. There are one or two Hydra per table so other guests get a chance to hobnob with the players. Ash is the only player at our table.
He looks at me and Celena questioningly, and Celena waggles her eyebrows at him.
“Shit,” he says.
I give him an apologetic look. “She saw that I was flushed and guessed,” I say softly. “It’s your fault for making me come that hard.”
He shrugs, conceding the point.
The rest of dinner is fairly uneventful. I end up getting drawn into a conversation with one of the men at our table, a state congressman I think, about my research. As usual, it starts with me having to justify the importance of the topic, but once I’m done, he seems convinced I’m doing the Lord’s work.
Celena has since wandered off again, possibly to retry her luck with some of the Hydra after her public rejection of Kingston’s advances, so Kelsier takes her seat when he comes by. The music has turned from ballads to dance songs, and people wander onto the dance floor.
