What must his life be like? Both of them, actually. The privilege and opulence they live in, not to mention a direct lineage to the gods, must be what gives them this sense of confidence and superiority.
It’s something you’re born with.
Because it’s certainly not something I’ve ever felt.
Something I will never know.
And I’m not saying I want to be someone other than me, it’s just… the distance between the life I lead and theirs—it’s literally another world.
We are not the same.
Declan claps me on the back. “All right, since you’ve got no objection, you’re up friend. Go get her.”
I shrug his hand off me, and shoot him a look. “Maybe we should ask Star what she wants?”
“What she wants?” Declan laughs. “She wants us, Quaid. Look at her. She’s all hot and sweaty. Her cheeks are all pink from Aric making her come so hard. What she wants ismore.”
“Give it a rest,” I say. Because apparently no one else is gonna stop him. Not even Star.
She’s looking at me now. Our eyes are locked. But she doesn’t object. Not to Declan’s outburst or the idea that I’m next.
Aric walks over to us, his dick having finally shrunk enough for him to begin stowing it away, and he just nonchalantly says, “All right, Declan, that’s enough. Let’s give these two kids some privacy. Quaid here seems to have sex hang ups. He’s not like us and doesn’t want an audience.” Declan is immediately protesting, but Aric just grabs his arm and pulls him over to the door where we initially came in. “We’re gonna check out the maze, Quaid. Be back in a few.”
And that’s what they do. They fuckin’ leave.
So… yeah. There’s no one here but Star and me.
She composes herself first, sitting up in the bed so she can give the pillows a good plump. “You might as well just go with it, Quaid.”
Which is typical, I guess. She’s one of ‘them’. A demigod with power, and secrets, and prophecies swirling around her like a little whirlwind in the desert. Oblivious to her special status and what makes us so different.
I don’t move. I’m just not sure what I’m doing here.
“Come on,” she says. Patting the bed next to her. “Take off your coat and shirt and just… try.”
“Try?” I scoff. “I don’t need to try anything. I’m not hesitating because I’m nervous, Star.”
“Then what is it?”
“You don’t like me. And this is just a job. I’m not…” But I falter here.
“You’re not what?” And the funny thing is, she’s not hostile, even though I’m definitely being belligerent with her. Her voice is soft and even.
“I’m not like them,” I say. “I’m not… one of them. I’m not one ofyou.”
“So you’re afraid that you’re gonna underperform?”
“Fuck’s sake, is promiscuous sex a trait with you fuckin’ demigods, or what? No, I’m not afraid of underperforming. I’m pretty confident my dick will satisfy you. I’m just a traditional guy. I’m… selective. I don’t pleasure myself with just anyone, OK?”
“So I’m not good enough for you?” Again, her rebuttal is not heated. Not meant as a challenge. She pats the bed again. “Come on. Tell me more. You can even keep your clothes on.” She points to herself. “Look, I’ve got mine on.”
Which is true, she’s fully dressed.
But just minutes ago, her tits were hanging out and Aric’s semen was all over her inner thighs.
“You’re not jealous, are you?”
I don’t say anything.
