He followed through, trailing that same finger all the way down my chest, slowly, lazily, and the smirk on his face when he looked back up and met my eye? Dammit, smirks were not sexy. People who smirked weren’t sexy. Why was it different when it was him?
The smirk turned into a grin, and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on my lips.
Then he ducked under the covers to join those wicked fingers of his, rolling me over onto my back and climbing up to straddle my legs.
His damned wandering finger had almost done the whole job for him, but it took him no time at all to call my cock entirely to attention, licking it like it was the perfect morning treat, then just swallowing it down like he was the world blowjob champion.
“Fucker,” I exclaimed, and under the covers, the lump that was Davin trembled with laughter.
He pulled off for a moment and his face appeared at the edge of the blanket. “Want me to stop?” But he fucking knew the answer, because he didn’t even wait for me to give it before disappearing and swallowing me down once again.
Somehow, as though by magic, it wasn’t until fifteen minutes later, when I’d given in and we’d both gotten off, and Davin and I were just lying there in bed kissing lazily, that there was a scratch at the door.
“Father?”
Davin started laughing, and rolled off me before Twist could so much as give another tiny “mew.”
“Father, it has been many hours and I believe you still live because I can hear movement and voices, but it concerns me that I cannot see you.”
Huh, that was different. But then, I supposed we didn’t usually have a closed door between me and Twist. I sat up and stretched, then climbed out of bed, taking just a moment to put on a new pair of underwear, then opening the door for my concerned kitten. “What, no ‘and I hunger’ to cap it off?”
On the other side of the room, Davin scoffed as he pulled up his fresh jeans over his bare ass.
Mmm, bare ass.
Pity to cover that up.
Maybe the world would be a better place if it had more of that ass in it.
On the other hand, nope. I wasn’t usually inclined to greediness, but in this case, that ass was all mine. The world could find its own joy.
Twist looked up at me, and then across to Davin. “You are both well?”
“We’re fine, kiddo. I promise, when we move in together back home, you’ll be allowed in all the rooms. But you are going to have to keep in mind, sometimes Davin and I need, um...private time. We’ll try to keep it to when you’re eating, but I make no promises.” I picked her up when she marched over to me, and set her on the bed next to my bag so I could rifle through it and find the rest of the clothes I was going to wear.
It was probably a waste of a good opportunity to wear a cool and clever shirt, but honestly, I didn’t want fucking Tadhg’s bullshit to mess up any more of my good clothes, so plain black T-shirt it was.
I then started to shove all the dirty clothes in next to my clean ones, only to pause in the middle of the action and frown. That seemed...wrong. Wouldn’t they all get messed up by being smashed together, commingling scents between clean and dirty?
Davin came up behind me, dangling an odd not-quite-plastic bag over my shoulder. On its side, it declared itself a “recyclable laundry bag.” I lifted a brow at him, so he rolled his eyes. “To keep your dirty clothes away from the fresh ones in your bag.”
Of course.
It really was like he could read my mind, but maybe the inside of my head just wasn’t as mysterious as I sometimes thought it was. That wouldn’t have been a surprise, honestly. I was a lot of things, but mysterious had never been an importantone for me. I only wished I understood my brain as well as Davin seemed to.
I had just started picking the dirty clothes back out of my bag, when there was a knock on the suite’s front door. I turned to look, but Davin was already fully dressed and headed out into the main room to answer it.
For a second, I worried.
What if Tadhg had come for us, to ambush us before we could get to his castle? But then Caspian’s cheerful voice called out a greeting, accompanied by the smell of something meaty and delicious, and I pushed the worry aside.
The last thing I needed was to let paranoia take me over.
I finished packing my bag up, and took it, and Twist, into the next room with me. “Surprised you didn’t follow after Davin,” I told her, but she was too focused on climbing up my shoulder and marking me all over to care about anything I was saying.
Damn. I really had worried her by being out of sight all night.
Sometimes I forgot that even as terrifying and badass as she was, she was also still a baby. “I’m sorry, kiddo. We won’t ever close the door on you again.”
