“One kiss and I’ll let you go.”
I can’t see him since Kit is off playing with Quill, but I can still feel the way his fingers brush over me, enticing me. “Let me go? You’re going with me, buddy.”
“Will there be donuts?”
“We can’t eat donuts for every meal.”
“I just want to eat you,” he says, and I lean in and kiss him. Of course, a kiss with Torin can’t just be a peck. Oh no, I’m immediately dragged in and question whether he’s going to let me go, though the better question is… do Iwanthim to?
Breathless, I manage to pull back. “You almost had me.”
I can hear him drain the tub before following me. “It was close.”
“It was, but I think the idea of donuts kept you moving.”
Torin presses me up against the sink, towel opened just enough that his dick can merrily sit against my ass. “I do like donuts,” he whispers in my ear, and why thefuckdidthatturn me on?
“Don’t ever say that again.”
“Oh?” He leans in closer. “I like donuts.”
I turn around and arch an eyebrow. Even though I can’t see him, I can tell he’s beaming at me, like he thinks he’s won. He slides my leg up, and I lean in and give him one soft brush of a kiss before pushing away and hurrying off to find clothes, scooping up Kit so I can see on my journey.
“No, I don’t want to go to the land of the escalators,” he whines as he trots after me.
“Why? I enjoy torturing you and haven’t gotten to do it lately,” I say as I realize that while Mickey has moved an entirewardrobe in, I only have the strange clothes that Torin has to dress me in since I still don’t quite understand them. Neither of us are fitting in Mickey’s clothes.
Once dressed, we head out without Mickey since he’s still dead asleep, according to Joy. We walk through the Door and into Mickey’s house, then out onto the street. I immediately turn into the subway entrance, only to realize Torin didn’t follow me. When I look up the stairs, I see him sitting there on Quill’s back, gazing down into the depths. From this angle, he looks kind of impressive… impressive enough that the people coming up the stairs hesitate, like they’re not sure what awaits them at the top.
“You’re going to make me brave the subway all alone?” I ask. “What if there’s something scary down here that my weak and fragile human body can’t withstand?”
Torin grimaces and then deflates, but instead of getting off of Quill, he directs the beast down the steps. Everyone stops and stares, and I can’t quite tell whether it’s because they’ve heard of the god after his rise to fame or because he’s now riding some dragon/horse heavenly creature down into the pits of the subway like this is normal behavior. The real struggle is when he comes to the gate. I slap my pass down before Quill just scrambles through the ADA-accessible section like he’s done this every day of his life.
“Are you going to get off that thing?” I ask.
“I don’t plan on it,” he says as we wait on the platform. Quill—who seems to believe that he’s looked badass long enough—has taken note of a very stoic man standing next to him. The man is the only person on the platform who isn’t gawking at the creature, which might be why he doesn’t notice Quill’s neck stretching out until he grabs his hat.
“Quill, drop it!”Torin orders, but Quill lifts his head as high as it can go and nearly gouges Torin’s eyeball out with his antler in the process.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell the man while trying to pull the hat out of the beast’s mouth. The beast is none too pleased about giving it up, and we end up in some kind of tugging match as Quill flips his head all around, losing any sign of being a badass warrior mount. All too soon our subway is here, and Torin has to literally magic the beast away to get it to drop the hat where the disgruntled man looks down at the slobber-soaked thing.
Torin just sets a little gem in the man’s hand that will probably buy him two hundred hats and hastily gets on the subway.
“I’ve never seen you enter the subway so fast. Like you wereeagerfor it to get here.”
“I know not what you speak of,” he says, apparently pretending that none of this happened.
“Sure you don’t,” I tease as we continue on our quest for donuts and work with no Quill out and about to cause issues.
Once we’ve secured and eaten the donuts, we head into the department, and instead of taking the stairs, I direct him to the elevator.
“After you.”
Torin peeks inside, uncertain what I’m torturing him with today. “Why would I get in this box? Do you plan to enslave me? Is this our new sex room?” he asks, willingly climbing in.
Someone clears their throat behind us, and I realize that we’ve had the honor of bumping into Lt. Lindsey, who is now walking into our new “sex room” with us.
“Is she joining?” Torin asks in Shaarunen.
