The longer I’m in the shower, the more I think of Wren, and my cock takes notice. I can’t ignore it. I rinse the soap from my body and put conditioner in my hair, because I do love soft hair.
I stroke from chest to happy trail and just tug at my pubic hair at the base of my dick. Just teasing myself.
What would Wren do if he had me naked?
I don’t know why I ask myself the question. It’s inappropriate. He’s my co-worker, and I shouldn’t think of him in a sexual way. But every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of his smile, and in my head, he flirts with me.
If I really think about it, it’s not at all like the Fae that used to flirt with me in the Fae lands when I was younger. It’s much more charming, and it feels authentic instead of joking because there’s a difference. I stroke my cock. Once. Twice. Until I force myself to stop thinking about the Fae.
It’s just wrong. He thinks I hate him. I don’t, but I can’t let him know I’m interested because no one’s ever actually interested in me if the past is to be believed.
I growl at the empty bathroom and tip my head back under the stream to rinse out the conditioner. I can’t bring myself to touch myself anymore at the thought of Wren, because I just can’t. It’s wrong, inappropriate. I just can’t.
I wrap my towel around me and turn off the water. In that order because I get so flustered. I dry off enough so that I’m not dripping everywhere as I wallow on my way back to my bedroom.
Why can’t I just be normal and talk to him? Or anyone?
7
WREN
“Are you sure you want to leave tonight?” Lark asks, and I shrug.
“I mean, yeah, I’ve got the key, and I just have a bag of clothes. Why not move in tonight?”
“It’s awful fast,” Lark says.
Pike scratches Frankie’s ears. “We don’t mind you being here.”
I chuckle and just shake my head. “I’m very grateful for you both allowing me to stay for as long as I have, but I can’t pass this up. It’s my own place, and you get your place back, and you can fuck everywhere you want and whenever you want without having to worry whether I’m around or not.”
Lark goes bright red, and I can’t help laughing. Pike tries to cover up his laugh, but joins me. He’s gotten to be less embarrassed about sex topics since he turned into an incubus.
I feel bad for being around when they’re used to having relations much more often than they are now.
“Anyway, I’m just gonna pack up my stuff and I’ll walk on over back to my new apartment.”
“Do you think you’ll be lonely?” Lark asks.
“I hadn’t thought of that.” I’m used to people bustling around my quarters in the Winter Court, and though the wallswere stone, I still knew people were beyond my rooms walking around, doing their jobs at all hours of the night and day.
At Lark and Pike’s they’re always here, or Frankie’s always here, unless they’re at the club or they’re wandering about, shopping, or doing whatever cute things they do as a couple.
“I had an amazing three weeks with you two, but I think this is gonna do us good.”
“But I really enjoyed our ice cream afternoons,” Lark says, faking a pout.
Frankie lifts her head, and her tail wags so hard that it thumps against the wood floor.
We all chuckle because we know she knows with the word ice cream. Well, Frankie knows a lot of words. I’m fairly certain she’s fluent in every language any of us have talked in her presence, and I’m not sure how that works. I thought she was basically a dog but born into the hell realm, but I’m beginning to suspect that’s not how hellhounds work. That’s a thought for another day.
Frankie’s happy, Pike’s happy, Lark’s happy, andI’mhappy.
Lark grins and pulls his hair over his shoulder when he starts to grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, cause, you know, I’ll be there for breakfast.”
I snort, and we both head to the bedroom that I’ve been using for the past three weeks.
“I really have enjoyed you being here,” Lark says. “It’s been fun getting to know you again. Like, really fun. I hate that we lost a decade of our relationship.”
