“What’s wrong?” Dex asks as he comes to sit on the bed, also only wearing boxers. The second my eyes land on him, the wetness increases, and I whimper as I glance at the closed bathroom door.
“I need the bathroom,” I tell him, my eyes darting around at something I can use to cover myself up with.
“Oh, is it the Chinese food?” Pete asks with a knowing nod.
“What? No! It’s not that.”
“It sounds like Sly’s in the shower. You can run in there and use the toilet if you can’t hold it,” Dex says as Jagger runs his hand up and down my back.
I picture Sly standing naked in the shower, running his hands over his body as he cleans himself. Maybe he’d even have to stroke his shaft once or twice like the guy did in that porn show.
Damn it!
The dampness feels like it’s running down my thigh now. I’ve never felt that happen before; maybe it’s not my arousal. Maybe it’s my period. I’m not sure which is more embarrassing. And who knows how long Sly will be in there? I’d rather hide my face while sitting on the toilet than have to deal with leaving a bloody mess all over Jagger.
I slowly push back and glance down at his leg. There is alarge damp spot there, but it’s not blood. It can’t be normal to get this wet from being aroused.
“I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that happened!” I squeak out as I try to climb off the bed, but I don’t get far. Jagger sits up and wraps an arm around my waist, dragging me back to rest my back against his chest. I snap my legs closed before the other two can see what I’ve done as my eyes look anywhere but at them.
Jagger tries to sign one-handed while my back is against him, but it doesn’t work. I can’t understand his signs. Eventually, he gestures to Pete, then to me.
“What’s wrong, Wren?” Pete asks, finally clueing in to Jagger’s struggle.
“Nothing,” I say, my voice impossibly high-pitched.
He laughs. “Remind me to play strip poker with you sometime.”
“What? Why?” I frown at him as I try to pull my T-shirt lower over my legs.
“'Cause you’re a terrible liar.”
“Am not.”
Suddenly, he’s right in front of me, his hands resting on my thighs as he asks again. “Then tell me what’s wrong, angel cake?”
I shake my head, refusing to answer.
His eyes dart to Jagger, who must try to mouth something to him. I’m not sure what he says that has Pete’s eyebrows raising in surprise, but he turns his gaze to me, and a grin pulls at his lush lips.
“You know, we should probably continue the lesson that Dex and Sly started with you the other night,” he says, grabbing the TV remote and dropping down to lie beside us as Jagger drags us back so he can lean against the headboard.
“What lesson?”
“Your sexual education.”
My cheeks fill with heat as I squeak out, “What?!”
“Did you, or did you not want to learn everything Robert has been keeping from you?”
“I do…” I say carefully.
“Good.” He nods his head, as if that settles the argument, and switches the TV on. It takes him all of twenty seconds to find the porn channel.
The scene has me sucking in a sharp breath as my nails dig into Jagger’s arm that’s strapped across the front of my shoulders, keeping me from pulling away.
A woman is kneeling on the ground, her hands tied behind her back as a man strokes his shaft and ribbons of fluid shoot out to cover her face and breasts. I’m not even sure what I’m looking at. It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m not sure if I like it. It looks awfully messy. But the woman seems to be having a great time as she tries to lick as much of it off him and her as she can.
I wonder what it tastes like?
