Surprisingly at ease with my decision, I kicked off one of my sandals and slid my toe along his calf. He almost choked on the bite of steak, and I laughed again.
The rest of the meal was flirtatious and teasing, and we finished the bottle of wine. By the time he lifted me into his truck, I was horny enough to pull him to me and claim his lips for a drawn-out kiss. My knees fell open and when he stepped between them, I didn’t even care that I was PDA-ing like I was about to get detention, becausedamn.
He pulled away enough to slide his tusk gently along my jaw, and I gasped, then twisted my fingers in his hair and pulled him away. “Take me home, Brakkor,” I commanded, and he grinned cockily.
To my surprise, when we pulled into the parking garage, and he came around to open my door and help me down…hehoisted me over his shoulder.
“Brakkor!” I gasped, wriggling in his hold.
He smacked my ass lightly, but the shock turned to arousal when he slid his hand up underneath the sundress to caress my ass. “I was promised the opportunity to see you in a swimsuit, and was denied that.” He went striding for the elevator. “I just spent ninety minutes sitting across the table from you, smelling your sweet cunt. I’m not waiting any longer.”
I bit down on my lip and allowed my moans to release as he carried me through the building. I don’t even know if anyone saw us, and I don’t think I cared. I was just interested in getting him naked and making him feel as good as he made me feel.
But to my surprise, he pinned me down and focused onmypleasure. “Brakkor,” I moaned, when his mouth was busy between my legs and my fingers were curled in his hair, “I wanted to do this toyou.”
My only reply was a growl from him that I swear Ifeltthroughout my entire body.
I never did get to suck his cock, but after the fourth time I came, I slumped, exhausted, against the pillows and reached for him. “Why don’t you let me—” I began, but he silenced me with a harsh kiss. I tasted myself on his lips, and his chest vibrated strangely.
“No sex,” he growled when he finally released me, then rolled over to settle me on his face again.
No sex? Was he mocking me, or holding to the rules I’d set the night before?
And did I care?
When I found myself clutching the headboard and screaming his name as I came yet again, I decidedno, no, I did not.
But falling asleep in his arms, I second-guessed myself.
Brakkor had spent tonight worshipping me. Making me feel like I was someone special, someoneworthworshipping. And there’d been a time when Chad had done that too.
But Brakkor wasn’t like Chad…was he? He’d changed his mind about me—aboutus—once already. I needed to keep that in mind, especially if I was going to stay here for the next two weeks.
It was surprisingly easy to settle into a routine with Brakkor. It seemed natural for me to unpack my stuff into the second bedroom, and just keep sleeping with him in the large bed; I didn’t even bother with pajamas after that first night.
We might be sleeping together, but it was all aboutme. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t complaining…but after a few nights of amazing orgasms, it began to feel a little strange that he wasn’t enjoying himself.
When I told him that, Brakkor reared up, his eyes gleaming green in the darkness. “You think I’m not enjoying thefuckout of this, Kitten?”
I felt myself blushing. “I just mean, you should be coming, too.”
With that, he yanked down his boxers, yanked out his cock, and rolled over onto his back to settle me on top of his face. When he came, his cum painted my back with the cinnamon-scented deliciousness, and that triggered my own climax.
From that point on, our nights got more adventurous…but still no sex.
I told myself it was for the best: once sex was back on the table—or the bed, or up against the shower wall—I’d become addicted to Brakkor, and it would hurt so much more when he changed his mind about me.
Even then, I suspected I was fooling myself about not already being addicted to him.
Our days also flowed into an easy routine.
The construction company Brakkor worked for moved on to another job while the lighthouse job was in limbo. Each morning he’d drop me off at the Eastshore library, where I got to know Zoe the librarian, who was dating one of the younger orcs. She was really helpful when it came to researching not just the history I needed, but also options for the city.
She was the one who connected me with Jess Miller, Eastshore Isle’s Community Development Coordinator. Since she worked directly with the city council, she was ridiculously helpful, and each day, I met more and more community members.
I was becoming as addicted to Eastshore Isle as Kesha had been, and I didn’t mind one bit. This place was amazing, and I’d never felt as welcomed or happy as I was here.
If I wasn’t careful, I would be looking to make a home here. But could I do that if I was living in this limbo with Brakkor?
