Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Well…when he puts it like that.
I watch him as he unties my left shoe, then pulls it off. I think about what he said to me a little while ago, when he talked about not pushing me to do anything I wouldn’t want to do. It’s clear that’s a hard line for him, but murder isn’t. The thing is, I want Cillian. He’s probably the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. I’d love to get on my knees for him, to taste him. I don’t have a lot of sexual experience, but I know how to blow a guy, and I really enjoy it.
I’m still stuck on him wanting me. It’s why I felt weird taking my shirt off in front of him. I’m skinny. I don’t lift weights or anything like that. I’m sure I don’t look like the other people Cillian gets naked with.
He removes my second shoe, and honestly, my head is splitting. It’s impossible for me to sort through what in the hell is even happening here. Cillian wants to have sex with me, and he’s taking off my shoes, and—
“Lie down,” he interrupts my thoughts.
I do it. I’m angry with myself for it, but I do it anyway.
“Can I sit down with you?”
I nod, unsure I would even have words if I tried to find them. Cillian takes off his shoes too, then climbs into the bed. He’s on his side, me on my back, while he sets the ice on my ribs. “Right here?”
Another nod.
“Are you broken?” He chuckles, looking down at me all handsome and sexy.
He kills people. Don’t forget that.
“You and Rory have sex?” One moment I can’t speak, and the next that’s what comes out. What’s wrong with my brain?
He frowns, holding the ice to my ribs as if it’s going to fall off without his hand there. “No. Why do you ask?”
“Earlier he asked about getting a blowjob.”
He chuckles. “Oh, he meant going out to find someone to give us one. We don’t have sex with each other, but we often have sex with the same person together.”
His words fry my brain. “You have sex with the same person at the same time?”
He laughs at me again, something he seems to do a lot. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s fun. There’s something very…freeing about it.”
“Do you do that with Tiernan and Dean too?” The way the two of them are, I can’t see it. Tiernan always looks like he’s ready to kill anyone who even looks at Dean wrong, and Dean is violent himself.
“No. Just Rory. He’s my best friend.”
Being his best friend doesn’t explain the situation to me. The only reason I can think of is… “Are you in love with him?”
“What? No. What makes you ask that?”
“If I had a best friend, I don’t think I would want to go around having threesomes with them.” Not that there’s anything wrong with being poly or having threesomes. I’m just trying to understand what he’s saying. “Do you guys touch and stuff?”
He sighs. “This is the most you’ve ever talked to me without being pissed at me, and it’s about threesomes? I guess I should take advantage when my kitten puts his claws away. I’ve never kissed Rory. I haven’t jerked him off or anything like that. I’ve seen every part of his body, and there’s been times when our hands or bodies have brushed together, but that’s it. I would never have sex with Rory, but I like to have sex with Rory and someone else. It makes me feel close to him, and I don’t want that because I’m in love with him or have feelings for him. It’s just because that’s who we are. I like that connection with him.”
That sounds like he’s got some kind of feelings for Rory, but I don’t tell him that. It does make my skin prickle in a way I’m unfamiliar with, though. What is it…jealousy…? And maybe something more. Curiosity? I would never have the courage to do something like that. Hell, I’ve never even had sex fully with anyone at all.
“Why do you ask? Do you want to have sex with me and Rory together? He would be down. Honestly, I kind of wanted you to myself—at least the first time—but I would be willing to have you with him if that’s what you want.”
A five-alarm fire burns up my skin. My face is so hot, I feel like it could pop. “Oh my God. No! I don’t want to have sex with you and Rory. I don’t think I could handle that for my first time.” Wait…why did I just say that? Come to think of it, why does my brain feel cloudy? I’m pretty sure the pain meds are giving me loose lips.
He frowns, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s not touching the ice anymore…no, his warm hand is on me, the tips of his fingers lightly dancing over my bare skin. “You’re a virgin?”