“N-no.”
He hums, and the vibration against my neck sends another shudder down my spine.
“Didn’t think so.”
He nips at my ear again, and I jerk against him with a choked noise. His lips seal over the spot instantly, sucking the lobe into his mouth while his tongue flicks the sensitive skin behind it. My brain whites out for a second, my dick pulsing against my thigh.
“Fuck,” I mutter, fisting the sheets.
It’s weird having the freedom to move when one of the guys is messing with me. Usually, I’d be sprawled out, letting them manhandle me however they want. But right now, I’m just Kit—wired and twitchy, keeping my hands to myself so I don’t look like some desperate virgin.
“Good?”
I nod, or try to. My body’s gone lax, pliant in a way that’snotdoll-mode, just fucking boneless from the way Reid’s touching me.
“Yeah,” I say. “S’just weird. Being… awake for it.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah.”
He nips at my ear once more. It’s not even hard, just a teasing little bite, but my cock throbs like he’s got it on a string.
“So,” Reid murmurs. “That guy last night.”
“What about him?”
“Were you flirting with him?”
“Not… exactly.”
“But you were gonna leave with him.”
“Yeah.”
Reid’s grip tightens around my waist. “You’d let him fuck you?”
“Uh. Yeah.”
“Why?”
I blink at the wall, my brain scrambling for an answer that doesn’t sound stupid as hell.
Reid is not Miles. Talking to Miles last night was easier because he was visibly losing his mind, too. Miles is confused, figuring it out in real time, which made me feel less insane about my own mess. Reid, on the other hand, doesn’t look confused at all about his sexuality—even though he’s all over me right now.
“Dunno,” I end up saying, lamely. “Wanted to know if I actually like guys, or if it’s just the doll thing. ”
“What’s the difference?”
“Like—” I try to figure out how to explain this without it sounding stupid. “In doll mode my body just cooperates. Someone touches me, and it responds because that’s what bodies do when they get stimulated. But that’s not the same as actually wanting someone, right? It’s not the same as seeing a guy and thinking—yeah, I wanna tap that.”
Reid hums, soft, his fingers skating lower to cup my half-hard cock through my boxers.
“Doesn’t this count?”
The audacity of this man.
“Dude—”
