Page 34 of Indiscretion: Reckless Sin
“I have to agree with Dumb and Dumber on this one, Ains. How do Jersey fries, chili dogs, and macaroni and cheese go together?” Cyan asks, looking a little green as I create my masterpiece.
“Firstly, the Jersey fries are riding solo. There’s no use trying to mess with the perfection that is fries, gravy, and cheese. It’s the appetizer if you will.” I bite my lips to hold in my laughter as the guys all watch in awe and fear as I plate my food. “Then you top the chili dog with mac ‘n’ cheese for the main course, and I have ice cream being delivered for dessert because Ben and Jerry’s makes the world go ‘round. It’ll be perfect to go with movie night.”
“Your fine ass is going to explode later. There’s no way you don’t get sick eating all that trash. Do you think the concierge can send up air freshener for whichever bathroom she uses?” Rebel asks the others. Somehow the look on his face is deadly serious, even as he talks about me having the shits.
Yeah, because that’s not embarrassing at all.
“Um, I think my bowels will survive. This is a takeout staple of mine,” I deadpan. “What movie are we watching?”
“We thought we’d let you pick.”
“Oh! The new James Bond movie just came out. Let’s watch that!”
“Do they have to be watched in order?” Phoenix asks, earning wide eyed glances from us all.
“Of course they do! Have you never seen them?” My voice is reaching a strange octave now and I’m earning some funny looks, but seriously, who hasn’t watched James Bond? Daniel Craig is h-o-t, hot!
“Not the newer ones. I’ve watched the Pierce Brosnan ones.”
“Oh hell no. We have to fix this immediately. I hope you guys aren’t sleepy because we’re about to spend the next eight to ten hours marathoning.”
***
Waking up in a strange place normally sounds like something no one wants to experience, except it takes all of half a second to realize I’m safely tucked away in a strange version of a Dexter, Cyan sandwich. Dex is laying against the armrest of the giant sectional sofa and I’m lying in between his legs, while Cyan is sleeping peacefully between mine. Rebel, Phoenix, and Ezra are all snuggled up together in a doggy pile on the floor from where they’d been watching the movies.
I’m pretty sure I passed out first and only woke up because there’s some sort of monster living in Dexter’s sweatpants and whatever he’s dreaming about has it coming to life, ready to ravage anyone who crosses its path. I’m not complaining. In fact, I’m intrigued and getting a little turned on.
Not wanting to feel like a total pervert though, I try to move my head away from the beast. The problem is that I’m stuck. If I move too much I’ll be at risk of waking both Dexter and Cyan.
Shit! Please don’t wake up. Pretty please don’t wake up!
I lift my head a little bit at a time to keep from jostling them too much and it’s safe to say we can scratch ninja skills off the list because every movement I make, has one of these guys readjusting. Dexter’s hips come upward at the exact same time that Cyan crawls up my body and ends up pushing me downward, causing me to fully get smacked in the face with his monster cock. I’m shocked so thoroughly that I try to move again only more and accidentally find myself nuzzling his dick more than escaping it.
Kill. Me. Now.
Dex moans, his hands weaving into my hair as his eyes flutter open. At this point he’s sleepily grinding into my face and I’m torn between not wanting to seem like a creep and wanting to swallow as much of him down my throat as I can manage.
“What are you doing, baby?” He asks.
His sleep roughened voice is my new addiction. I’m sure of it. If I thought his normal vocals were euphoric, what’s going on right now is enough to make me come.
I’m not really sure what to say at this point being as all evidence points to me being a pervert.
“I, uh, woke up to your monster dick doing… things” I stare up at him, hopefully looking as innocent as I actually am.
“Sorry, Ains. I don’t have much control over it when I’m sleeping. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t!” I rush out only to realize I maybe shouldn’t be acting crazy while I’m stuck under one hot guy burrowing into my now very needy vaginaandhave my watering mouth next to his hard as fuck penis. “I mean, at least you seem to be having good dreams,” I quip, instantly wanting to facepalm when the words come out.
“I’ve dreamt about you every night since you left all those years ago.”
“That’s for me?” I ask throatily, sounding more sultry than I intended. I can’t be blamed for it when I’m this turned on!
“It is if you want it to be,” he says, putting the ball in my court.
Well call me Jordan and watch me shoot my shot because I’m not holding anything back now.
Chapter Twenty-Five
