Page 22 of Romanced By the Rat
I turn to her. “Why?”
She shrugs. “There are no vets in town. We figured they could help.”
God, what would these two do without me? Before I can point out that chickens and rats are very different, Jeremy continues the story, “Next thing, you were screaming for Charlotte, and I guess now you’re back to being human.”
I sit on the bed, resting my head in my hands. “I don’t know how long this will last.”
Charlotte sits next to me, running a hand down my bare back. I’m lost in my thoughts, but the simple friction pulls me out of myself, all my attention rushing toward her fingertips. I straighten, staring at her.
She notices the shift and her pupils dilate. “You’re as handsome as I imagined you’d be.”
I scrunch my face. “Not as much as him.” I point to Jeremy, who joins me on the other side.
“I think the military fucked with your eyesight. You’re clearly hot.” He smirks.
My eyes widen. This must be a dream. Nobody has ever called me hot, let alone someone that looks like Jeremy.
Charlotte cups my chin and pulls my attention back to her. “How do you feel?”
I think about it for a second. “Fine. Not like I’m going to pop a tail anytime soon, at least.”
“Why are you back to human?” Jeremy asks.
“I don’t know. The scientists said I wasn’t supposed to change back, but they also said I wasn’t supposed to be conscious or able to talk, and clearly, they got that wrong. I guess they were wrong about this.” My heart speeds, but I can’t let the excitement overtake me. This could just be a fluke.
“Do you think it was the ratatouille?” Jeremy asks.
“What?” Charlotte and I both ask in unison.
“You ate a bite right before you passed out. Maybe that’s the cure. Ratatouille takes away your ratness.”
I shake my head and pat his cheek. “Jeremy, that’s the fucking stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” I smile, and he rolls his eyes and pushes me away playfully.
There’s no way to know why I’m back to my human form unless I want to return to Fort Pines and ask some questions, and that doesn’t seem like the best idea. In fact, if I plan to stay here as a human, I’m going to need to come up with a disguise.
Charlotte grabs my chin, turning my attention to her. “We might never get answers to a lot of things. We don’t even know if you’ll stay a human.”
“Wow, ” I deadpan. “How optimistic.”
She grabs my shoulder, pulling me closer. “I’m just saying, this might be our only chance.”
I know what she means—my bare cock pushes against the pillow—but I want to hear her say it. “Chance for what?”
She sighs. “To be together. All three of us.”
I turn to Jeremy, already studying me with parted lips. “Is that what you both want? To fuck me as a man?” It’s crass, but considering what I think we’re about to do, it doesn’t matter.
“Ramsay, I didn’t want to fuck a rat. I wanted the you on the inside.”
“I know, but now here I am—a man. Have you ever been with a man before?”
He shakes his head. “You’re not just a man, you’re you.” Before I have time to argue, he pushes forward, grabbing my face and pulling my lips to his. It’s my first kiss with a man—my first kiss in so fucking long, and it’s almost too much. My hands find his neck, pulling him closer to me. I almost forget Charlotte’s in the room with us, until the pillow is pulled off my lap, and her hands inch up my thighs. I separate from Jeremy’s lips for just a second, regaining my composure. She settles to her knees on the floor before me, looking up at me with wide, awestruck eyes. I reach down, running my fingers through her silky, dark hair.
“Let me give you back the pleasure you gave me.” She lowers her lips to the head of my cock, and my breath comes out as a wobbly plea. Jeremy grabs my chin, directing me to his lips again. “I don’t know how long I’ll last,” I murmur against his lips.
“Shouldn’t be a problem. You’re a pro at coming more than once, after all.” He smiles against me, and I bite his mouth. “No pressure,” I respond.
Charlotte takes me deeper, her lips rolling and her tempo gentle. She comes up for a breath, a pop, and a string of saliva following. “God, you’re big.”
