Page 59 of Silverproof Damsel

“Wow. That smells divine,” I whispered without meeting his stare, afraid to see anger simmering in it. A gasp left my lips as he kissed my forehead.

“Thank you for not choosing one without me. Bullet isn’t horrible, but I’d prefer we meet our child before choosing a name that might not fit them.” Sitting beside me, he leaned back in his chair, smirking at the wide eye, shocked look on my face. “Eat. I enjoy watching you consume your food, Love.”

Lifting the spoon, I blew on the mouthful of deliciousness simmering in it. Once I was sure I wouldn’t burn my tongue, I devoured the bite. The savory taste of roasted beef seasoned to perfection erupted over my taste buds. The earthy, deliciousness of sauteed mushrooms, scallions, and green onions filled my nose, causing a moan to grow in my chest. He’d somehow managed to boil an egg, as well as add soy and a hint of ginger rolled onto my tongue.

“Oh my god,” I gushed, shocked at the explosion of various flavors bursting like a flavorful orgasm over my tastebuds. “Imight come . . . I mean, not like orgasm. You know? Of course, my vagina isn’t going to eat the food. Jesus, rice, and crackers on Ritz, Remington. Shut up!”

A burst of laughter caused me to jump as my jaw dropped at the sound of Rhys’ genuine amusement. Warmth rushed through my chest, stinging the back of my throat as tears burned my eyes.

“I love the sound of your laughter,” I blurted, then slapped my hand over my lips. “I didn’t mean that.” I stammered, then groaned. “I did mean it. I love the sound of it,” I admitted. “It’s so rare that, when it happens, I’m caught off guard by it.”

The smile he gave me reached his eyes. It caused my heart to increase beats to a dangerous, rapid tempo. Rhys wasn’t merely handsome. The bastard was the personification of masculinity in a handsome package.

“Close those pretty lips, Love. If you don’t, I’ll be feeding you more than ramen at the table.”

I swallowed, only to choke on saliva. Rhys was up and around the table, pounding on my back before I’d even formed a comprehensive thought.

“Breathe!” he demanded, as if I were choosing to choke on nothing more than my spit. Heat seared the tips of my ears as I shook with embarrassment at being an idiot. “Jesus, woman.” The worry in his tone wasn’t faked.

“The village called. They want their idiot back.” A groan fought to escape, but I forced it back down my throat. The heat crept down my throat, burning my chest.

“Did you just call me an idiot?” he asked.

“No. I’m the village idiot,” I muttered, then shoved a spoonful of delicious springy noodles into my mouth. Chewing, I closed my eyes as I inwardly chided myself.

“You’re not an idiot. You’re brilliant, Remington.” Rhys pushed the soup away from me, then took the spoon and placedit into the bowl before kneeling in front of me. He placed his palms over my cheeks, then carefully studied me.

Tears pricked my eyes. They threatened to fall, ruining the moment, seeming to be my new specialty. Trying to look away was futile. Rhys smiled as he watched me squirming under his scrutiny.

“Stand up,” he ordered, then rose to tower over me. Pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he lowered his lips against mine. “It’s only the hormones, Remington. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. I love the vibrancy of your captivating eyes when the threat of tears makes them bluer than should be possible,” he assured me before brushing soft kisses over my cheeks and forehead. “I’m being a selfish man. Your best friend is standing in our living room.”

My eyes rounded as I slowly turned, eyeing the doorway. Sliding my stare back to him, I grinned as he nodded.

“Go before she succeeds in strangling my brother to reach you.”

I didn’t hesitate to rush into the living room straight toward Nyx. Both men screamed as we slammed into one another, hugging as we both burst into tears.

“I thought you died!”

“I thoughtyoudied!” she reiterated. Her arms tightened around me before she yelped, then pushed me away as if I were a leaper.

“What’s wrong?” Heat shot through my center, rolling from head to toe as if I’d stepped onto a ride at the fair. “Wow, what the hell?” Arousal flooded my core, forcing me to tighten my thighs as fear of it trickling down my thighs entered my mind.

“I’m so sorry, Remi,” she whispered with a pained look pinching over her delicate features. “Holy shit. You have an actual bump!” Her palm slid to my abdomen, cradling it lovingly.

“Nyx,” Acyn muttered as he rubbed his palm down over his face. Nyx’s violet eyes rounded as she yanked her hand back, then focused on my face.

The more Nyx touched me, the more heightened my aroused state grew. My back arched as a sultry moan burst from my lips. My nipples hardened as my breasts grew heavy with lust. My clit swelled, aching to be touched or sucked on.

A tingle that refused to be ignored started between my thighs. A thundering noise pounded in my ears as every muscle in my body grew tense. The air quickened in my lungs, growing faster with each breathy moan escaping my lips.

“Something’s wrong,” I whispered as I placed my hand between my thighs, moaning as pleasure shot through me, even as my legs threatened to give out beneath me.

Rhys made a strangled noise as he grabbed me, then shielded me behind his large frame. “Nothing’s wrong, Love. You just hugged the equivalent of a newborn nymph who can’t dampen her pheromones.” A loud, lusty cry burst from my lips as my fingers pinched down my clit. “Be a good girl and stop touching yourself until you’re alone.”

“I’m so sorry, Remington!” Nyx whined as Acyn’s amused chuckle sounded from somewhere within the room, but I wasn’t focused on him. I was zeroed in on the scent of Rhys’ aftershave, along with his unique scent.

“We’ll be back tomorrow. I’m not sure if you should thank or curse me, brother,” Acyn announced with amusement crammed in his tone.

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