“I need you to get it done,” I told Rhyan. “Soon.”
“Got it.” She stood up. “I’ll take Red Wally with me. He always proves to be a good distraction.”
She was talking about the office staff at the clinic. And she was right. Red Wally had a personality as bright and distracting as his red hair. People were drawn to him. They trusted him, which was important considering his line of work.
But the truth was, I didn’t care how Rhyan got the sample. As long as she did. Although we were working on a specific timeline, I wanted everything in place by the time the ninety days were up. Something told me that it wasn’t going to be nearly as easy to walk away from Laikyn as I’d anticipated it would be.
16
Laikyn
I stood in Rule’s bathroom, staring atmyself in the mirror as I toweled the water from my hair.
It had been ten days since we’d gone to the clinic to get the blood test to determine whether we had sex ever again. I mean, I knew these things took time, but seriously. The past ten days had felt like ten freaking years.
Even before I opened the letter that the postal carrier had delivered to the house this afternoon, I’d known what the results would be. I was clean because I had results from a test takenafterthe last guy I had sex with. Plus, I hadn’t been lying when I told Rule I’d never had sex without protection. It was a hard and fast rule that I lived by, and something told me Rule and Jinx were sticklers for protection, too. I trusted them, even though Rule said I shouldn’t.
And now that I had the indisputable proof, it was time for me to experience sex without the barrier of latex for the first time. To do that, I had to kick this thing between us into high gear.
I’d resorted to using Rule’s shower because the water pressure was better. At least, that was what I told him. Truth is, I liked using his things. Mostly because I could tell he wasn’t sure how to react to it. Rule had the ability to shrug off almost anything except for me. He wasn’t sure how to handle me. Because of that, I’d taken to tormenting him as much as possible.
Well, because of that and because I was spending so much time alone. At first, it was fun. Not so much anymore. I mean, sure, it was nice to have Waldo around. Because of him, I wasn’t going completely out of my mind, but I was lonely despite my one-sided conversations with him. Not to mention sexually frustrated, thanks to Jinx and Rule and their ridiculous sex hiatus until the results came in. When I told Rule that condoms were still an option, he’d shut me down, telling me it would be good for me to learn patience. Yeah, right.
Since I wasn’t allowed to jump them whenever I wanted, I had plenty of time to devise ways to torture both of them.
It wasn’t hard. Certainly not now that Rule had given me a way to contact him when he wasn’t home. Last night, he’d given me a burner phone and told me to use it only to contact him, no one else. If I wanted to text Jinx, I needed to use my cell phone. Something about security and encryption and whatnot. I was disappointed when I realized the burner phone didn’t have a camera because it meant I couldn’t send him lewd photographs. However, there was a texting capability, so I was working with what I had.
—We got the test results. We’re all clean. You should come home and fuck me.
I honestly wasn’t expecting a response, so I was surprised when half an hour later, a text message came through.
—I’ll be home in ten minutes. I want you naked, on the couch, using your vibrator to tease yourself.
A slow smile crept on my lips. “Holy shit.”
—Do not come. If you do, I’m gonna turn your perfect little ass red.
I probably shouldn’t have been turned on by the threat (or pleased that he called my assperfectandlittle), but the mere thought of Rule spanking me made my blood run hotter. I’d tried in the past to compel some of my fuck buddies to venture to the kinky side, but either they weren’t interested, or they needed me to spell out what I was talking about. When you took the spontaneity out of kink, you ended up with bad dialogue and boredom. And the easiest way to dampen arousal was to hear a guy make a command with a question mark at the end.
Since I was still naked, I merely had to drop the towel, which I did, leaving it on the floor of Rule’s bathroom. If he was bothered by my deliberate messiness, he hadn’t said anything yet. I figured that time was coming because I was even annoyed by it, and I was responsible.
I stopped in my bedroom and retrieved my vibrator from the nightstand. I hadn’t replaced the batteries yet, but I’d taken them in the event I needed them. Good thing, too. I quickly changed them out, then went to the living room and flopped down on the sofa.
Waldo came over, sniffing as though he wasn’t sure what was going on.
I pointed toward his dog bed in the corner. “No. You get to go sleep on your bed this time.”
He gave a little doggy pout, then turned and sauntered over to the big fluffy bed near the back door. He flopped down with a huff.
Pretending the dog wasn’t ogling me, I got situated. It took a few tries to get to a position I was comfortable in, one that I thought would be appealing to Rule when he got home. Turned out that seducing with words was much easier than trying to put on a show. I was uncomfortable with my nakedness, but my lust was significantly more potent than my modesty. At least for the moment.
I honestly didn’t expect playing with myself to arouse me. I usually required something to stimulate me mentally—erotic short stories, porn, or a damn good fantasy. Going from zero to sixty had never been my thing. Not until Rule and Jinx, anyway.
It only took a few minutes with the vibrator and my dirty thoughts of them before I was wet enough that I would no doubt leave a spot on the sofa. Even that made me hot. Especially when I thought about Rule’s response when he noticed I’d sullied his sofa because I was wet for him.
When the garage door opened, I forced myself to relax, waiting for him to appear. My eyes were glued on the hall he would come from, and the moment I saw him, I felt a jolt like I always did.
I’d been attracted to plenty of men before, but never one as devastatingly dark as Rule. I wondered if that feeling would ever go away. If I would one day be so used to seeing him that I didn’t notice how hot he was. I decided I wouldn’t because I would never have the chance. I still didn’t know what Rule was up to or why he’d insisted on marrying me, but I knew it was going to come to an end. It obviously wasn’t serious since he was letting me fuck Jinx, too. No, I got the feeling Rule was motivated by something, and one day, either he would tell me, or I would find out on my own. For the moment, though, I was enjoying this. It felt like a brief reprieve from my humdrum life, and I wouldn’t lie and pretend I wasn’t having a good time.
