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He licked the mess I’d made from my throat, then moved to my cheeks, kissing and sucking, licking me clean…

And when he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me, I couldtastethe difference as he fed me back our combined pleasure.

He was warm and spicy… and I was all salt and musk.

And fuck, we tasted good together.

When I moaned into his mouth and caught myself sucking on his tongue, I finally slapped Nash’s chest to push him back.

I wasn’t even sure I was trying to stop him, really. I just needed a second to learn how to breathe again.

And lying there, waiting for my heart rate to return to normal, I realized something. It was a big something, but it was something I couldn’t really deny anymore.

As much as I’d tried to fight it…

And as much as I was positive it had been something weird that Nash was doing to me…

Fuck, I wasn’t sure I could blame the mind-blowing orgasm I’d had on stealing a sex toy anymore.

“Okay. Probably not dildo-thief karma.” I murmured the words against Nash’s chest, and his fingers running through my hair were the only thing that managed to lift my gaze to meet his own.

“What?”

The confusion in his voice reminded me that he probably had no idea what a dildo even was, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell him about the way I’d stolen an orc-shaped cock off the porch once and rode it like my life depended on it. Honestly, I probably should have realized—when that was the best orgasm of my life—that Ilikeddick.

Or, orc dick?

Was it possible to beorc-sexual?

Of course, that dick had nothing on Nash, so…

“Nothing… I just…” I lifted my gaze, searching his face with a soft sigh. “I guess… maybe…”

At my reluctance, he lifted one hand, running his fingers gently through my damp hair. “Maybe what?”

I dropped my head down, nuzzling against his neck so I could speak my words against his skin like it would somehow make it better. “Maybe I’m not so straight after all.”

With the taste of his cum on my tongue and my ass still dripping with his saliva, it was probably one of the most obvious statements I’d ever made in my life.

Chapter twelve

Nash

Iopenedmyeyesslowly,half expecting to find the bed beside me empty. Instead, I was instantly hit with a warmth at my side that sent a measure of calm I’d never known before pooling through my body.

Kai was wrapped around me like he was afraid I was going to escape in the middle of the night, and his nose was buried against my neck.

He was warm and solid and real.

It was strange to think that it was only days earlier that he’d hit me and tried to escape, but I knew the draw of the bond that existed between us. I’d spent my entire life wanting exactly these emotions, this connection. This inevitability.

I wasn’t going to question the intensity, or how he curled closer to me in his sleep, as though he could sense that I was thinking about our bond.

It was almost a shame for me to move—I could have spent the rest of the morning wrapped up in the way he was wrapped up in me... but there was too much to do. I tried to detangle myself from his hold, and the low grunt of irritation that pooled from his chest tore a laugh from me.

The sound made his eyes shoot open. There was a second where panic tried to flit across his face and fill his expression, and then he settled back and glared at me.

“Were you seriously trying to leave me here? Listen,bro…” He drew the word out slowly. “I’m not the kind of guy who fucks and runs. You could at least get me breakfast before you leave me tied to your bed again.”

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