“Hot, yes.”
“And he owns the bar where I work.”
“And you met him when you were pickpocketing?”
“Yes, and I tried to blow him but he refused because he’s a gentleman.”
“Until you corrupted him, you hussy.”
I laughed and sipped my strawberry daiquiri. My nipples were tingling again, which was strange because Hiero wasn’t even in the vicinity. Just thinking about him must be causing the sensation.
“And now he’s my Daddy,” I said, for that bit of information was news to her.
“Really?” she asked, and I nodded. “So, this is a for-real thing then?”
I shrugged. “I want it to be. He said he wants to breed me and build me a house.”
“Hewhat?” she squawked, letting her sunglasses drop.
“I don’t know if we could have children, but I kind of like the idea.”
“Skylar Larkspur,” she said, loud enough for anyone to hear. “Are you telling me you left Emrallt Valley and less than a moon cycle later you’ve convinced a hot minotaur Daddy to knock you up? Are you planning to get cozy up here in the mountains?”
I smiled sheepishly. “Maybe, but it’s probably just the sex talking, right? Men will say anything to get you in bed.” That had been my experience, though I hoped Hiero was the exception.
“Okay, but does he say these things before or after he comes?” she asked as if it was hard science.
I tried to recall the timeline, but our lovemaking was always a haze of mind-blowing pleasure and dizzying orgasms. There was something in the way he touched me though, that was unlike any lover I’d had before. He was careful and almost… reverent. I didn’t know how to describe it to Monica and it felt too personal besides.
“Both?” I answered. “When we’re alone together, he’s very open about his desires. At the bar, he’s a little more reserved, but he has to be. He’s the boss.”
“How big is his dick?” she asked.
“Monica,” I protested.
“Come on, give me a clue.” She held up her arm and tapped her wrist.
“Bigger,” I said, and she moved her finger closer to her elbow but not far enough. “Big enough and that’s all you need to know.”
“Your poor hole. You’d better be doing your exercises to keep it tight.”
I laughed because she wasn’t wrong.
“So,” she prompted, “you obviously feel some kind of way about him?”
“I really like him.”Morethan like him, but I couldn’t admit it just yet, even to Monica. “He’s very sweet to me. Stern but kind, and I don’t want to do anything to hurt him or betray his trust.”
“Anything other than flaunting that fine ass in a thong where anyone can see.”
“He’s okay with that. He likes for me to express my sensuality, encourages it even. The words ‘proper’ and ‘appropriate’ haven’t even come up.”
“Well, that’s a relief. Any bitchy future in-laws to deal with?”
“He’s part of the Wolfsbane Clan, mostly cousins and his sister Enid. They’ve all been very nice to me. They have a big family. Hiero wants a lot of kids.”
My fingers drifted absently over my abdomen, where my skin would stretch and swell if we were ever to be successful at conceiving.
“Goddess above, you want to have this bull’s babies.”
