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"I don't want to look it up. I want to know about you, specifically. I mean I know people do that, but like do all the girls you're with, they just let you do that whenever? Like even if you're sleeping and you wake up, you can just do whatever you want?" Her shyness had worn off and now that the question was out there, she seemed like she really wanted to talk about this subject.
How the fuck did I answer her very honest inquiry? I chewed my lip trying to ignore my raging boner and find a way to respond that wouldn't scar her for life.
"First of all, I don't sleep with any women. I'm gone before that happens."
"Gone?"
"But if I did want to do that to someone, and she'd made it clear she's open to it." God, this was difficult to discuss with her. "Yeah, I'd take it."
She gasped, and I heard her squirming around on her side of the bed. My dick throbbed at the thought of taking her that way. I rolled on my stomach to press it into the mattress. Hopefully, she was gasping and writhing in disgust, and this topic would never come up again.
"How would she make it clear?" she asked timidly.
I groaned into the pillow for a long time which set off another round of uncomfortable giggles from her. "The rightanswer is you have a nice long talk about it and get consent and prepare for it and all that. The truth is, she feels my dick there and she don't tilt her hips away, it's a sign. I test it out with my fingers, she still doesn't flinch, maybe she moans a little..."
Wren let out a stifled mewl that I felt in my balls.
"That answer your curiosity?" I asked her.
"Do they like it?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, I make sure they like it," I answered, reluctantly.
She let out a high-pitched strangled sound.
"Now, go to sleep, Rebel."
"Okay," she quipped.
Shit. Maybe she shouldn't have asked questions like that if she wasn't prepared for the answers. It took me an hour of thinking about spoiled rations and rotten corpses before my boner waned and I finally caught some shuteye.
Chapter 18 The Cheater
Magnum
Zero three hundred hours. A bird overhead gives away our position. The enemy is closing in fast. We're unarmed and outnumbered. Exposed and defenseless.
One of them grabs hold 'round my neck from behind.
I flip him over, pinning his arms and legs to the ground. "No one sneaks up on me."
Wren's terrified eyes stare up at me. Shit.
My apartment, my bed, Wren was next to me, which meant I was sleeping deep, and my subconscious was busy doing and saying things it shouldn't.
"Sorry," she said in a high-pitched voice.
I should've let her go. I should've apologized and backed off, but my knees had forced her legs apart and damn if that didn't get my attention. I'd stretched her arms, holding her hands over her head, forcing the soft swells of her breasts to push up below my face. I'd never imagined she could be even more intoxicating than she'd been before. "God, you're fucking incredible."
"Sorry," she whispered again. She didn't pull away or try to escape. Submissive as hell. "Are you gonna kiss me?" Her chest heaved under my tee shirt.
"Is that what you want?"
Her lashes lowered as her eyes scanned down my chest and back up again. I'd taken off my shirt in the night. "Yes."
I bent down with my lips by her ear to whisper, "Are you a cheater, Wren?"
She shook her head slowly. "We're married." Her voice was breathy and hesitant, and her lips twisted with her lie.
