"Of course you're not. If you were, we know which one you'd be."
"I won't deny it, I'd be grumpy," he said, sounding the part. "Archer would be Doc."
I hummed my agreement. "Boner? Dopey." Not because he was a massive dork, but because he's the funny one. The one who'd do anything to make us laugh, including pretending to be dopey.
He glanced down, then back up again. "Cass would be happy. Who would be the other three?"
"Four is enough," I said quickly. I knew of women who had more boyfriends than me, like the singer, Abbie Hart, and Chelsea Miller, who was infamous for dating almost an entire rugby team. Four was enough for this girl.
"Besides, we don't need a bashful, sleepy, or a sneezy. We can cover those three things ourselves."
"Does that make Forrest the Evil Queen?" Jules asked.
"I'll remember not to eat any apples given to me by strangers," I said.
Although poison was more Hypnos' area than Zeus'.
On the other hand, if he wanted to kill me, I doubted a poison apple was out of the question entirely. He might substitute it with a poisoned avocado or tomato. You'd have to be evil to poison those, wouldn't you?
Or worse, a poisoned donut. I shuddered to think of it.
"Good idea," Jules said. "So the question is, what do I do about the favor to my father?"
I chewed my lip for a moment. "I think I can come up with a way to fit that into our plan."
"Are you going to let me in on it?" he asked, rolling me over and pinning me to the mattress again.
"When I've worked out the details," I said. Any other time, I would have teased him about being in a hurry, but there was nothing funny about this. "You might prefer a nice, quiet week down at the Hamptons."
"And leave you here? Not a fucking chance." He nudged my legs apart with his knees and rubbed his rapidly growing cock against my pussy. "You need someone to be on the lookout for you."
"You call this being on the lookout?" I teased as he slid his cock inside me.
"Definitely," he agreed, leaning down to bite my earlobe. "No one is going to get past me when I'm fucking you."
"Mmhmm," I said, not bothering to hide my amused skepticism.
I loved how he felt inside me, but he couldn't deny he was distracted right now. Thankfully, three other men were on theother side of the door, keeping watch. If anything went south, they'd let us know.
Right now, the only thing going south was Jules sliding his cock in and out of me, slowly and deliberately. Gently compared to the first time, but stopping every now and again to bite and pinch me, trying to leave bruises wherever he could. Marking me like he was tattooing my skin and etching his name on my soul.
He pushed his hand between us, stroking my clit with his calloused fingers.
"I don't want to think about that," he said. "I want to think about you coming. Don't make me slap you again."
"You say that like I'd mind," I said breathlessly.
For a moment, I thought he was going to pull out, flip me and smack me.
Instead, he kept going, working me harder with his hand and his cock. Inching me closer and closer until I came, crying out his name, begging him to come with me.
He did, slamming himself into me a couple of times before coming loudly. My name slipped from between his lips like he was making a wish.
I made one too, that we'd have a lifetime more of doing this. I had his whole body to memorize. To do that properly would take years. I didn't like doing anything half-assed.
If I could, I'd make sure we had all those years and then some.
CHAPTER 10
