The second time, I lay spent. I pressed my thighs together as the waves washed over me. I was fully damp and getting ready to return the favor when I heard Draw grip himself roughly. I opened my eyes, curiously turned on as he managed himself, which ended with a soft exhale.
Within a moment he was business again and handed me a cloth and cleaned himself up as well.
I felt awkward. “I was going to—”
Draw lay down next to me. “I’m not going to ask a lady to work past her own occupation.”
A giggle burst from me. I’d read the termoccupationin the books before—another one of Sherry Whitehorse’s too-cute monikers—but it was different hearing it aloud. “I was at my occupation twice.” There was glee in my voice.
Draw nuzzled me. “I take it Earth has a different vernacular for orgasm?”
“We call itcoming.”
It was his turn to snort, but I was serious again.
“Was it—”
“My dear Dottie, at some point we’ll stop asking if everything is okay, and simply know that we are.”
Chapter Seven: A Love Story Dashed
Jerry says we don’thave long before the final battle. I’m not going to be ready if you don’t teach me some actual magic.”
“Omar, you’re not going against the Dark Mage,” Draw said. “There will be other battles when you’re an adult.” He agreed with me on the need to delay Omar and had hoped Omar would take more quickly to reading than he had.
Omar turned his pleading eyes on me. He was at that age when one moment he looked like a teen, the next still a child. The road had narrowed in the foothills but was still wide enough for the three of us to ride abreast. I was surprised to see Omar on horseback actually. I’d seen him walking and in the wagons on occasion. None of the other handfuls of young squires, servants, maids, or apprentices were on horseback and I wondered who Omar had convinced to lend him a horse. He seemed equally as comfortable pushing into the realm of adults as among kids his own age.
“Lady Dottie and I are the only magical folk dedicated to the queen’s cause! The Dark Mage has his apprentice. I don’t see how you can argue that two against two isn’t better.”
Draw caught my eye. We both knew why—it wasn’t even one against two. I wasn’t magical. I was hoping to stay as far away from any fighting as possible, and I definitely wasn’t going to position Omar against the Dark Mage’s apprentice.
I couldn’t say that to Omar though.
“You haven’t shown me you have control of yourself,” I said a bit grandly. “Did you meditate this morning?”
Omar groaned so loud Peanut Butter’s ears rotated in his direction. “If I show control of my ‘headspace’ will you teach me some real stuff?”
