Page 28 of Dragon Thief of New York
Needing a little space to cool off, I walk past them both into my bedroom, knowing that Damian will follow so I won’t forget him. He stays just a foot behind, and my heart does little fluttery flips. So much for cooling off.
I planned on just sleeping in the same sweats I’m already wearing, since I’ll be sharing the bed with two near-strangers, but after that little exchange in the bathroom, I’m overheating. I cross the room to the chair where I keep a pile of clean laundry I haven’t put away yet. With my back to Damian, I pull off the shirt I’m wearing and tug my sports bra over my head, baring my back.
The way he sucks in a breath is loud in the silent room.
I’ve never been shy, but I hesitate for a moment, knowing how much my body has changed in the past fourteen years. My hips have stretch marks that weren’t there before. My ass isn’t as tight, my belly is rounder, and there’s a lot less perkiness to my breasts.
I sense Damian taking a step closer, feel his warmth at my back. His presence makes me brave, and I lower my sweatpants. His masculine moan heats my belly. I’m completely naked, but with my back to him, it’s not all that scandalous. I contemplateturning around, but chicken out and pull on the oversized sleep shirt I usually wear to bed. It hits just above my knees, but without panties underneath, it still feels obscene.
Damian groans his disapproval. “Kat,” he says in a low, gravelly tone.
I turn around and play innocent. “What?”
“You know exactly what.” He crowds my space. “You teased me with your ass, but covered it up before I could sink my teeth into it. That’s a brat move, Kat. You weren’t such a brat before.”
“Well, things change.” I slide one hand up his arm. “So… you want to bite my ass, huh?”
A low groan comes from somewhere behind Damian, and I realize Otto’s joined us. “Fuck, yes. Bite her, baby. Do it.”
“I already told her how this is going to go.” Damian takes a step away from me. My lips turn down in what’s probably an epic pout. Damian smirks and crosses his arms. “You have free use of me whenever you want, Kat. But you need to make the first move.”
There’s something pained in his expression that gives me pause. What must all of this be like for him? He offered to be my mate, to turn me into a dragon, to love me forever, and I turned him down. Now I’m back, mated to someone he cares about. Then, he went down on me in an elevator, and I promptly forgot him completely. Again. Was that a free-use situation like he’soffering now? Did he want to go down on me, or was I the one who suggested it?
That was less than thirty minutes ago, but I don’t remember any of it. How would I feel in his shoes?
Used.
I’d probably feel used. There’s no chance of a genuine relationship when we can’t build memories together. All we can have is fooling around and quickies that don’t lead anywhere, over and over again.
No longer feeling horny, I throw my arms around Damian and just hug him.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
He pulls back enough to tilt my chin up so I’m looking at him. “What for?”
“For putting you through all this.” I sigh. “I think you got the short end of the stick.”
He offers me a bittersweet smile. “No, Kat. I think you did.” He licks his lips. “I can still remember the taste of you.”
And there’s my libido. Back at it.
To keep from climbing him like a tree, I lightly backhand his chest and step away. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep.”
I pull back the covers on the bed and crawl in. “Um, how do you want to do this… Do the two of you want to be next to each other?”
They share a look. Otto winks at Damian. “Much as I love having Damian’s ass against my groin, I think we both want to cuddle with you tonight, if you’ll let us.”
“Okay, yeah, that works.” I grab a rubber band off the nightstand and quickly wrap my hair in a messy bun, then slide into the middle of the bed. It’s a queen size, so it’s hardly big enough for three, but I kind of like the idea of being squished between these two men.
“Maybe I should sleep on the floor. I’ll still be close to you, so hopefully you’ll remember, but this way, if you don’t…”
“Get in the bed, Damian.” I pat the comforter beside me.
“Kat, let’s think this through. I doubt I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself, and if you wake up with a stranger groping you… Fuck, I don’t want to scare you.”
“That’s a problem for Future Kat.” I throw the covers back and crawl toward where he’s standing at the foot of the bed. “Are you okay if I smack you, Smokey? Because that might happen if I wake up and don’t remember you.”
“You can slap me six ways to Sunday, and I won’t flinch. I just don’t want you scared. Ever.”
