Vee leaned in for another kiss.
“How about breakfast? English, German, Canadian? What are you in the mood for?”
I skimmed my hand down his leg. “Chicken thighs, maybe?”
Vee huffed.“Later, if you want. But let me feed you first, Nathaniel.”
I giggled when he nuzzled his face into my neck and his feathers tickled me. “How do you know it’s not Nathan?” He was right, of course, and it confused me. No one ever got my name right on the first attempt.
“I just know.” With one final peck on the tip of my nose, Vee pulled his dick out of me, groaning at what I could only feel.
But fuuuck, feeling it was good enough for me. I gasped when his cum flooded out of my ass and made a mess of the bed. “Fuck, how much do you come, baby?”
“A lot.” Vee’s voice was strained as he stared at my hole, completely mesmerised.
Oh, come on!
I tried to squeeze my thighs together to stem the steady flow of his release. Vee stopped me with his strong hands on my knees.
“No, please, Nate, let me watch. Gods, you’re so—” He broke off and made a pained noise in the back of his throat. “So hot,” he added in a wrecked voice.
Chapter Eighteen
Vee
Seeing my cum leaking from Nate’s gaping hole was asacredexperience. For a decade, I’d focused on rebuilding my life the way people rebuilt after living through a war, on scorched earth and different from anything you’d expected your life to look like.
Allthe ideas I’d had of my life at thirty-three had involved ice under my blades and spending more time at the rink than anywhere else. Everything had involvedhim.
There hadn’t been another person in so long.
Nate would never replace him, Gods no, but seeing him lying in my bed, his naked body flushed and sweaty, was a tiny sliver of hope on the bleak horizon of my future.
I yearned to be inside him and see him lose control around me again. But he hadn’t eaten anything since last night.
Just your cum.
There would be time to indulge in him later. First I had to get some food into him.
The way his spent cock twitched when I kissed the inside of his left knee didn’t escape me. “I’ll hop in the shower and get started on breakfast. Sound good? Meet me in the kitchen?”
“Yeah.” He flashed me a lazy grin and ran a broad hand over his chest hair.
I ruffled my feathers when his hand trailed lower and brushed his slick happy trail.
Gods help me.
Everything about this man was a test for my self control.
“You don’t want to shower together, do you?” Nate asked me with a smirk.
“I’d love to.” I cleared my throat and got out of bed to put some distance between me and his tempting body. “But then we’d never get any food into you.” I stood there and took a moment to look him over.
What a gorgeous human.
“Bacon, eggs, and pancakes?”
“Are you describing what you see?” Nate asked innocently and shifted his thighs wider, “Or are you just wondering what I’d like for breakfast?” Mischief sparkled in his eyes.
