Page 27 of Dragon Thief of New York
After rustling around in the cabinet, I pull out an extra toothbrush. “I’ve only got one.”
“Otto and I can share. I don’t think he’ll mind.”
“So, you two…” I’ve seen the way they look at each other. The familiarity. It’s clear they have a past. They probably already told me as much, and of course, I’ve forgotten. Since I don’t remember, I assume it’s okay if I ask. “Were you two together before all this?”
“Yes.” That’s all he says before picking up the toothbrush and toothpaste.
I pluck the toothpaste from him and spread some on my toothbrush before handing it back. We brush our teeth side-by-side, stealing glances in the mirror. It’s the most domestic thing I’ve ever experienced.
After he spits and sets down the toothbrush, he steps over to the toilet and unbuttons his pants.
“Shit.” I turn away, but that just puts me facing the mirror.
“I don’t care if you look, Kat,” he says. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. Even if you don’t remember.”
I’ve never been into the whole golden shower thing. I mean, to each his own. But it’s kinda icky to me personally. Still, there’s something about the idea of watching this man pee that makes my heart beat a little faster. It’s not sexy, not exactly, but there’s an intimacy to it that draws me in. I like that he’s so comfortable with me.
And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious to see his cock.
I try to pretend I’m focusing on brushing my teeth, but I don’t turn away to face the wall. He angles himself to give me a perfect view.
Whoa. My mouth falls open, all pretense of brushing my teeth gone. Damian’s eyes catch mine in the mirror, his gaze heavy.I want to look back at his beautiful cock, but I can’t rip my eyes away from his. It’s like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t, even though he gave me permission to watch. And the taboo of that has my skin tight and hot.
I barely realize he’s done until he’s zipping up his pants and walking toward the sink where I’m standing. He pauses just behind me, no part of him touching me, but his breath is hot on my ear. “It’s yours, Kat. I know you don’t remember. I know you think you don’t know me. But my cock has been in every one of your holes, and it’s yours anytime you want it.”
“What does that mean?” I gawk at him, mouth full of toothpaste. “Are you giving me free use?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” He hip-checks me out of the way so he can wash his hands while I just stand there with my toothbrush hanging out one side of my mouth.
Once he’s dried his hands, he gathers my hair off my neck and whispers, “Spit.”
I know he means for me to spit out the toothpaste and finish up. But fuck, that one word does things to me. It sounds so familiar, and somehow I know he’s said it to me before in a very different context.
I can almost hear the words in my mind:spit on it, love.
My hand shakes as I turn on the water. I spit, rinse my toothbrush, and then cup my hands to rinse out my mouth.
His lips brush my ear. “Good girl.”
Um, okay, yeah. That does it for me. I don’t know how I’m still horny after what Otto and I just did in the elevator. Oh… or I guess, what the three of us did. I remember Otto sucking on my neck, teasing my nipples. I even remember his finger in my ass. And the way I came. Have I ever had an orgasm that intense?
That couldn’t have been just from Otto fingering my ass.
“Did you go down on me in the elevator?” I blurt out the question without thinking.
“Yes,” Damian whispers. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“No.” I turn around so I’m facing him. “But… I feel strangely jealous of my past self. That she got to experience that, and I can’t remember it.”
“I’d be happy to repeat the experience for you, Kat.” He’s so close I can feel his breath on my lips, smell the minty toothpaste in the air between us.
Before I can answer, Otto opens the bathroom door.
“Lincoln’s a good kid.” Otto saunters in, completely oblivious to the tension he’s disturbing. “He said he was happy that—” He stops and grins brightly. “You smell like you’re ready for us to take you to bed, beauty.”
Damian leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Remember, love.Free. Use.”
He picks up the toothbrush he used and hands it to Otto before stepping away.
