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I guessed we were all quirky in our own ways, and I was just glad that our quirkiness matched up so well.
We must’ve both fallen asleep, because I woke up to the tv being shut off and Liam’s voice. “It’s just me. Scooch over. Don’t worry, I showered.”
I grumbled, because I was sleeping, but I scooched over to the center of the bed and pushed Aiden over closer to his side, which elicited a little grumbling from him. Liam climbed under the covers, wrapped me up in his arms, sniffed my hair (still weird), and kissed my forehead.
I thought about asking him if he loved me, but before I could think too much about it, my eyes were closing, and I figured any questions could wait until morning.
Chapter 18
Liam
“Why haven’t we had penetrative sex?” Quinton grumbled from the doorway to the bedroom.
Aiden and I had both woken up earlier, and we were sitting at the kitchen island drinking coffee and eating pastries. Well, Aiden was now choking on coffee as he tried not to spit it out or laugh—I wasn’t sure which.
I patted him on the back, and he swallowed his coffee and coughed a bit.
“Yup, well, that’s my cue to leave! See you guys later!” Aiden said, getting up and heading for the door.
Thankfully he had gotten dressed already, so he wouldn’t be walking outside in pajamas.
“That was not the question you were supposed to ask,” Aiden mumbled at Quinton as he walked out the door.
“What question were you supposed to ask?” I said.
Quinton glared at me, which I took to mean he didn’t want to ask whatever question he was supposed to ask.
I got up and walked over to give him a kiss. He was in such a snit that he didn’t even stop me because of morning breath. I smiled at him and then led him to the kitchen island, heading over to the coffee maker to get him a cup.
“You’re a fucking cheater,” he mumbled as I sat back down.
I smiled. “Dev is dealt with. I didn’t get much new information, but I did find out who the next victim on the radar was. Corbin is keeping an eye on him for now, but with most of the muscle taken down last night, I don’t think anything will happen to the guy.”
I handed his coffee to him, still smiling. I think he hissed at me. So fucking cute.
“You didn’t answer me,” he grumbled, taking a drink.
“Would you like to have penetrative sex?” I asked.
“I asked you first.” Quinton was holding his coffee, and I watched him take a sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. He glared at me in response. “Get those flames out of your eyes, Sexy Stalker, and answer the question.”
I debated what to say. My little hellcat would not appreciate the notion of being coddled. Of course I wanted to have penetrative sex with him. I fantasized about sliding my dick into him, about getting lost in his body and his scent. But if I told him that, it would pressure him. I didn’t want to be an added pressure in his life.
I took a drink of my coffee, stalling.
“You’re fucking stalling. Do you not want to have sex? I mean, that’s fine if you don’t, just say that.” His face looked angry but I could see the hurt underneath.
I sighed. “My little hellcat, I feel like I am in a field of landmines, and any wrong move will result in catastrophe. Having actually been in a field of landmines once, I can tell you it is not a nice feeling to step on one.”
He looked at me. “You got blown up by a landmine? Actually, you know what, don’t tell me now. You’re distracting me. I just want the truth, that’s all.”
“The truth is that of course I want to have sex with you. I want to have every type of sex with you. I want to watch youmasturbate and take orders from you until we both come. I want to suck your dick and have you suck mine. I want to rub against you, both our dicks in my hand, squeezing them together. I want to lick at every inch of skin on your body, including your hole, and open you up with my tongue. And yes, I want my dick buried so deep inside you that we feel like one being. Or, if you prefer, I’d be happy for you to bury your dick inside me. To feel you inside me, touching every part of me. I want to know you and be with you in every way possible.”
Quinton stared at me. His dick was tenting his sweatpants, and I resisted the urge to smirk. I also (barely) resisted the urge to go over and do everything I had just talked about.
“Fuck, Liam,” he mumbled. “Then why…”
“We go at your pace, my little hellcat. I don’t really know what the human pace is, so I let you set it. I’m sorry if you wanted me to move faster or do something I haven’t,” I apologized. “The last thing I would ever want is for you to be upset.”
