“Yeah? And then what?”
The possibilities were endless, but we weren’t there yet. We could fuck all night on this couch, but despite every complex conversation and encounter we’d had over the last few days, without Nash... it didn’t feel right.
Didn’t feel wrong either, mind. Having Orla beneath me.
I kissed her. Let my hands roam as she arched against me, turning my cock into a heat-seeking missile. My blood into a raging inferno.
Myimaginationinto a fuckin’ theme park.
I wanted to fuck her with his dick in my mouth.
I wanted to fuckhimwhile she rode him. Both of us kissing him.
Worshippinghim.
Cos that’s what he deserved.
I drew back, laying my forehead against Orla’s, absorbing a dark gaze that was as frazzled as I felt.
“We need to wait for him,” she whispered.
I squeezed her hands. “As long as it takes.”
“But you’ll... help him, won’t you?”
“You asking me to teach him to fuck me?”
Orla bit her lip. “I don’t know what I’m asking. I just... fuck, I don’t know. I don’t want him to miss out on something amazing because he’s scared.”
I couldn’t make decisions for Nash, and neither could she. But I could be there for him. Listening. Learning.
Willing.
I made myself stand up, putting some distance between me and Orla. “You need to go to bed.”
A fact, not an order. But Orla rose and flitted to the door that led to the bedrooms, pausing before she disappeared.
She took a breath.
So did I.
But until Nash came home, there was nothing left to say.
“Goodnight, Locke.”
I dipped my head. “Night, queenie.”
She slipped through the door and shut it behind her.
A harried breath escaped me and I brought both hands to my head, rubbing my temples. “What a fuckin’ day.”
And it still wasn’t over, even if the sun rose before Nash came home.
I moved to the window and scanned the ground below. While I’d been rolling around Orla’s couch, River had replaced Decoy, and Mateo was there too. I’d have felt better if I’d spotted Folk, but if he was home with his man, I wasn’t gonna complain about that.
My phone buzzed.
From thefloor, where it must’ve fallen when I waswomanhandling Orla.
