Page 62 of Quiet
Isa arched his body, meeting Briar stroke for stroke as he welcomed him deeper and deeper into his body. More, he needed more. He needed everything Briar could give him. He willed Briar to know that he could have anything he wanted, take every last bit of Isa and just wreck him until there was nothing left.
Isa woke to the sensation of being moved. Not all of him, just his arm. Isa eyelids twitched when his hand was placed next to his own cheek. Something warm, wonderful, and distinctly Briar-shaped was pressed against his back, but it pulled away after his hand was released.
That was unacceptable.
He tried to express his ire with words, but it came out sounding more like a whimper than anything else. The warm thing came back immediately.
“You’re awake?” the warm thing asked.
“No.” Isa was not awake. He would never be awake. The warm thing should know better than to suggest such nonsense. He wanted his dream back.
“I bought food.”
“. . . what kind of food?” It had better be the yummy kind, or else Isa wasn’t budging.
“Your favorite breakfast sandwich.”
Isa roused from his half sleep just enough to remember what his favorite breakfast sandwich was. He snorted into the pillow. “Nice try, Warm Thing. My favorite breakfast sandwich is all the way across town.”
“Warm Thing?” There was an amused laugh, and Isa found himself flipped over onto his back. Lips pressed against the side of his face. “I had them deliver.”
Isa finally deigned to open his eyes, not even slightly surprised to see Briar hovering over him. He was too sleepy for waking-world things. Instead of responding, Isa wrapped his arms around Briar’s neck and pulled. “Back to sleep.”
He closed his eyes when Briar’s weight fell against him, intending to go directly back to sleep, but Briar’s thigh pressed between Isa’s legs, informing them both that there was a part of Isa, at least, that was awake.
A part that suddenly became much more awake.
There was no way Briar hadn’t noticed it twitch.
“Um.” Isa began, wondering exactly how he was going to manage to say,I’m sorry I’m poking you with my cock.It wasn’t something he’d ever imagined needing to say.
He covered his face with his arm. “Can we pretend like that didn’t happen?”
“Do we have to?” Briar’s rough voice wove through Isa’s defenses like they were nothing. He sat back and wrapped a large hand around one of Isa’s hips. His thumb rubbed slow circles around Isa’s hipbone.
Isa risked a peek to see Briar sitting on his heels, giving Isa the full force of his attention.
A fire ignited in Isa’s tummy, and his tongue darted out to lick suddenly dry lips.
What did Isa want to do right now? They were in his bed, and he didn’t have anything to do until the afternoon.
Maybe it was the fairy magic, or maybe it was the fact that Briar had never pushed him to go further than he wanted to, but he knew whatever he told Briar he wanted was going to be what they did. If he wanted to get out of bed and eat, they would eat. But if he asked for something else?
He really wanted to ask for something else.
His mind and body had both become useless lead after channeling the fae spell last night. He barely remembered getting back to his room, but he felt fine now. Tired, yes, but there were parts of him that were definitely not tired.
Briar continued to watch Isa patiently while he considered his options. The only indication Briar gave of his preference was the gentle stroking motion of his fingers along Isa’s hip and the way his entire being seemed to lean toward Isa.
What was holding Isa back? He’d already decided to go all in last night. And even if he knew he would eventually have to deal with his family in the future, he couldn’t let the future rule his every waking moment.
Maybe he could have this? He had a strong feeling Briar was going to be stuck to him like glue today. And Isa was eventually going to jump him if Briar continued to speak to him with his liquid-sex voice.
Whatever he said to Briar needed to be concise and to the point.
What he meant to say was,I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. I want this.What he actually said was, “Briar, I want you to bang me like a screen door in a hurricane.”
So, maybe Isa was a little eager.
