Page 21 of Dragon Thief of New York
“How would that even work?” Kat shifts around in Otto’s lap, and I can’t tell if she’s uncomfortable or turned on. But then her scent hits me, and it’s clear.
Wicked images flash through my mind, and for the first time since all of this went down, a genuine grin splits my lips. “How about we show you?”
“Oh, I like where this is going,” Otto says at the same time as Kat squeaks, “Show me?”
“Will you let us?” I ask. “We’ve got plenty of time to kill in here.”
“You mean like a threesome? Now? In the elevator?”
“Fuck yeah,” Otto groans.
“He likes the risk of getting caught.” I smirk at them both. “Do you, Kat? Would you let me taste you again, right here and now? I’ve waited so damn long.” Leaning forward between Otto’s outstretched legs, my hands come to rest on his ankles. “Let us show you how well we can share.”
“Please, beauty,” Otto begs with his lips right against her neck. “Let us make it all up to you. Let us make you feel good.”
“Very good.” I shift my weight forward so I’m on my knees between Otto’s calves, inches away from where Kat sits in his lap. I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.
Goosebumps pebble the skin on her arms. Her nipples stiffen to peaks tight enough to show through her shirt. “Okay,” she whispers, breathless. “Show me.”
Chapter 11
Kat
I’llbehonest,I’vealways fantasized about having sex in an elevator. But I thought if it ever happened, it would be fast and hard. More about being able to say I did it than actually orgasming. Because really, who can come between one floor and the next?
But with the elevator broken and no rush to beat the descent, there’s nothing hurried about the way Damian and Otto touch me. Otto adjusts so I’m sitting between his legs instead of curled on his lap, which puts me facing Damian. The fire in his gaze pulls at my insides like the tug of a strained coil. There are tears in the corners of his eyes, a bittersweetness to his expression that I feel as if it were my own. One wet drop slips down his cheek, and I softly brush it away.
“Are you okay with this?” I ask, wondering if I’m making a mistake. Maybe sharing me with Otto will be too hard for him. Maybe we shouldn’t do this if it’s just going to be another painful memory he holds on his own. What will I remember of this afterwards? Will it only be Otto in my memory, or will this entire experience be washed from my mind completely?
Damian’s hands shake as they leave Otto’s ankles to hover over my calves. “I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to hold back once we start.”
Cupping his damp cheek, I lean forward and kiss him. Not a deep kiss. Just a peck. But it’s enough to make him gasp.
“You don’t have to hold back, Damian,” I whisper. “As long as you don’t get me pregnant again.” My teasing comment only increases the tension in his shoulders. Shit, that’s not what I wanted.
His hands fall from my legs as his head drops into my lap. “I’m sorry, Kat. I’m so sorry.”
He’s crying hard now, the mood entirely different from what it was a moment ago. His emotions have been like a rollercoaster ever since I blurted out the truth. And I get it.
It took me months to come to terms with getting pregnant unexpectedly, months to figure out what I was going to do, and I’ve had years to adjust to being a mom. Damian hasn’t had any of that. I just threw him in the deep-end with a teenager heknows nothing about and a needy, emotional… ex? Is that the right term for me?
Whatever I am to him, whatever we have the potential to become, I hate seeing this man hurt. It’s irrational for me to feel such a powerful pull toward someone I was only re-introduced to an hour ago, but seeing him cry is like seeing a dear friend in pain.
“Hey, hey.” I smooth a hand over his hair, the soft locks silky between my fingers. He has beautifully thick hair with just the slightest curl to it—so similar to Lincoln’s I’m surprised I didn’t notice the comparison right away.
Otto reaches around me, his hand joining mine, but to my surprise, he yanks Damian’s hair by the roots, hard and demanding. “You can’t change the past, handsome. All you can do is make it up to her now.”
Damian’s gaze moves from Otto to me, resolve slipping into his eyes. It’s like the pain of having his hair pulled snaps him completely out of his emotional state. He wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand and licks his lips, flames flickering in his dark pupils. “How can I make it up to you, Kat?”
I feel a little confused by another sudden change in mood. It’s like having emotional whiplash. There’ve been too many emotions, from him, from me. And there’s still so much more to figure out. But right now, I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to feel this grief, this pain. I want to escape it.
“Make me feel good,” I whisper.
Damian tries to nod with Otto still holding him up by his hair. That’s got to hurt, but the pain seems to sharpen him, grounding him in the present. His tears are gone now, expression turning to one of hunger.
There’ll be time for remorse later. From both of us. If I’d only chosen to be with him all those years ago, none of this would have happened. I would have had a loving man beside me, a loving father for Linc. I’d be a dragon, sure, but I ended up there anyway. My heart constricts. I should have said yes to him.
No, I don’t want to think about what could have been, or where we’ll go from here. Right now, I just want to enjoy this brief, shining moment.
