And I couldn’t give her that.
The other guys could. Maeve could gaze into Corbin’s eyes while I was eating her out and come on my face while she drankin all his emotion. He had plenty to spare. She could mend all the broken pieces of Rowan and she might even be able to get Arthur to stop acting like a self-destructive eejit.
But if it was just her and me…
I was not ready to lay myself bare. Not even for her, not even when my cock throbbed with need like it did now.
Some wounds were just too deep.
As predicted, the movie had us all laughing in minutes, especially when Maeve had to keep asking us what was going on. I loved how Monty Python confused Americans.
I draped my arm over the back of the couch and Maeve rested her head against my shoulder while Corbin made Arthur pause the DVD so he could explain in excruciating detail why the Latin declension joke wassofunny.
By the time the closing credits rolled, most of the food and anger was gone. I was doing funny voices and Maeve’s body shuddered against me as she fought to control her laughter. My dick throbbed against my jeans, primed by all that contact with her body and how gorgeous she looked in that red dress while she laughed so hard tears rolled down her cheeks.
The Flynnmeister’s plan was a complete success.
We all decided to watch another movie. Arthur declared it was his turn to choose and he pickedLord of the Rings.Big surprise there. He slumped in a beanbag, glass of mead in hand, and recited the elvish along with the characters, for which I mocked him relentlessly. Jane left after thirty minutes when Connor started bawling, and I could hear her singing softly to him as she climbed the stairs up to her bedroom.
I thought about going after her. I had an excellent singing voice, after all. But no way in hell was I going to give up my spot under Maeve. Not with her head on my shoulder and her hand resting casually on my knee, sending surges of electricity straight into my dick. Not with Corbin right there, ready to bethe receptacle for all her pain. She twisted her body around so she was lying across me, placing her legs on Corbin’s lap. The look she shot me – eyelashes tangled, lips pursed – just before she turned back to the screen made my dick jerk so hard shemusthave felt it.
I barely heard a word of the movie. Every tiny movement, every shift of weight or raise of her glass to her lips sent my whole body into overdrive. At this rate, I was going to need about ten cold showers before the Hobbits even got to Bree.
Rowan yawned. “These movies are long.” He darted a look back to the couch. Understanding flashed across his face.
“Tell me about it,” Corbin growled. I glanced over at him and noticed the strain on his face as he draped his hands over Maeve’s bare legs. All he’d have to do was slide his hands up and…fuck. He must be even more rigid than I was.
Rowan stood up, draining his teacup as he cast his eyes around the room in his nightly ritual of counting the window panes. “I’m going to bed. See you guys in the morning.”
“Me too.” Blake stood. “I’m not sure I share Arthur’s obsession with the short, hairy, hungry people, and let me tell you from close personal experience, those wood elves are allwrong.”
That left the three of us still awake. Rowan turned the main lights off when he left, so the only light in the Great Hall was the glow of the TV screen. Maeve shifted her hand further up my thigh, her finger just brushing the edge of my fly. Light enough to be accidental, but I was bloody sure it wasn’t.
My stomach clenched, and my dick rammed against my leg, hard as a rock.
Tentatively, not daring to look at her, not sure I was reading the signals right, I placed my own hand on her leg, about halfway between her knee and her pussy. Maeve shuddered. I withdrew my hand, horrified to think I’d offended her.
“Please,” she whispered under her breath. “Don’t stop.”
Mother Mary.I placed my hand on Maeve’s warm thigh, feeling heat leap from her skin into mine. With the lightest touch, I ran my fingers up her leg, inching closer to her.
She walked her fingers up the inside of my leg, brushing the edge of my dick through my trousers. I gritted my teeth.
A loud sound startled us. On his beanbag in front of the TV, Arthur let out a shuddering snore, his legs slumped over the side. Maeve leaned right back, resting her head on my opposite shoulder. We looked at each other, and she smiled a secretive smile that made my chest constrict.
Corbin must’ve seen what was going on and decided I didn’t get to have all the fun. Which was just as well, because I needed to get out of chest-constricting territory. He wrapped his arms over Maeve’s legs, and soon he was stroking her thighs, his fingers occasionally brushing against mine.
Corbin’s eyes locked on mine, both of us staring the other down. It was clear – we both wanted Maeve tonight, but neither of us was willing to leave and let the other one win.
I wanted him to stay, but Ilovedto see him squirm. I remembered what had happened the last two times I ended up alone with Maeve and another guy.
Let’s see which one of us cracks first.
I bent Maeve’s head back and planted a kiss on her lips. From this angle, our kiss was almost upside down, the taste buds of our tongues sliding together. She tasted rich and salty and chocolatey from all the junk food, and underneath, that special fiery Maeve taste that was hers alone.
Her kiss heated my whole body, turning me into a pile of Flynn mush. My hand snaked further up her thigh, and I brushed the fabric of her knickers just as Corbin’s finger raked over it as well.
I opened one eye to see what Corbin was doing. He had Maeve’s hand in his, raising her wrist to his lips and kissing the sensitive skin on the underside before dragging his teeth along toward her elbow.That sly bastard.
