“You’re part of this baby as well?” I have to force these words out past the lump forming in my throat.
Paul nods. “I am. I play a different role than Ryet. I won’t be inside you. Well”—he stops to chuckle—“I’ve already been inside you. Many times.”
I’m shaking my head. I did have that dream, but?—
“It wasn’t a dream, Syrsee. It was a dreamwalk. There is a very big difference. But that’s not what I’m talking about. You see, IamRyet.”
I replay these words in my head. “What… what does that mean?”
“We’re connected. I made him. I’m inside him. Which means every time he’s been inside you, I’ve been inside you.” He whispers these last few words, making them intimate. “Sometimes I take over. Like that first time, when he was very sick. It was me between your legs, Syrsee. It was my mouth. It was my tongue. I was the one who made you come.”
I’m shaking my head again.
“Do you want me to describe it? Do you want me to tell you what your pussy tasted like? Shall I tell you how you moaned and screamed?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I already told you. I’m preparing you”—he nods his head to Ryet—“for your future.” He slips his trousers down his hips and grabs his cock, fisting it as he looks me in the eyes. He smiles, then kneels down on the bed next to Ryet. Positioning his hips right up next to Ryet’s.
Then he lies down on his side, tilting his head to look at me. “Join us?”
“Syrsee?” I look down and find Ryet awake. “What are you doing? Get back in bed.”
I blink at him, then look at Paul. “He can’t see me. This is your space, Syrsee. Not his.”
“Why are you dressed? Are you going somewhere?” Ryet sits up and when I look back over at him, he looks a little bit scared. Like I was trying to leave him.
“No.” I say this quickly before that wrong idea of his has time to take hold.
Which makes his smile and reach for me as his eyes find mine. “Then take off your clothes and get in bed with me.”
This is when I realize he doesn’t have wings. He looks like he did that day in that shitty cottage in White River. He looks like a really hot man.
“You want him. Why deny it, Syrsee? You tell yourself that you don’t love him, but you do. I made you that way.”
My mouth opens, ready to protest.
But Paul puts up a hand, silencing me. “But even if I didn’t bake it into the cake, so to speak, you would still love him. I mean…” He chuckles. “Lookat him, Syrsee. Have you ever seen a more beautiful man in your life? He’s fucking hot. I made him this way for you. To make it easier. It’s always easier to love the darkness when it’s beautiful.”
“Syrsee?”
I look back over at Ryet. “Hm?”
“Come back to bed.” He lies back, getting comfortable and smirking at me as his hand slides down his stomach and fists his cock. He begins to jerk off, looking me straight in the eyes. “Well, if you’re not coming to bed, take off your clothes, Syrsee. Let me watch.”
Let me watch? “I don’t think that’s something Ryet would say.”
“You don’t think so?”
I look over at Paul and find him looking at me. “No. You’ve got it wrong. You’re ruining the illusion.”
“No, dear Syrsee. You’ve gothimall wrong. He didn’t fuck a lot of women. In that time after Jane and before you, I mean. But when he did…” Paul winks. “I was there, remember. In his head? He’s dirty, Syrsee. You just haven’t seen that side of him yet.”
My thoughts drift back to that first night we met and how filthy hot the sex was. If that was Ryet, and not Paul, then yeah. He is dirty. “You said that was you, though. The first time Ryet and I had sex?”
“It was me. But I take my cues from him. He would’ve eaten your pussy with the same enthusiasm, trust me. Or don’t, actually. Just… take off your clothes, get into bed, and see for yourself.”
“With you watching? I’m sure you’d love that.”
