Page 133 of Heimlock

It takes a moment for me to admit, “I will not be elaborating further, but yes.”

“Okay, thank you for telling me.” She releases one of my hands to pat the spot on the bed next to her. “Sit. Let’s talk about this. You don’t have to share, but I have a couple more questions concerning us.”

After hesitating for a moment, because I’d rather be making us sandwiches than having another deep discussion, I sit. “Look, Kyrielle, I can appreciate you wanting to know more. But after yesterday and this morning, I’m exhausted.”

She shifts to face me, brushing my hair over my shoulder. Her expression is so trusting, it makes me want to cover her in kisses. “I understand. After this, we can shelve any other discussion for at least twenty-four hours.” We share a smile, then she continues. “But if you’re open to it, I’d like to try it one day. Because I like doing it. Would you be okay with that?”

The thought makes me sick to my stomach, but I’m able to nod. “One day. Not today.”

“Not today,” she agrees. Those two words have the tension in my muscles melting away. “But is there some way I can pleasure you?”

Twisting to lift and place her in my lap, I wait until her thighs are wrapped around my waist before saying, “Making you happy gives me pleasure.” After giving her a soft, slow kiss, I add, “But you’re very welcome to jerk me off again, because that was the best hand-job of my life.”

Kyrielle giggles, tossing hair over her shoulder. “Oh yes, I’m known as the best hand job artist in all of Gondora.”

I narrow my eyes. “Whether that’s true or not is none of my business, but I would appreciate it if you retired from sharing those skills with others going forward.”

Her arms wrap around my neck. She nuzzles my nose. “Mr. Gleanscale, are you asking me to be in a relationship with you?”

Am I? The thought makes my heart skip, and not in a good way. In fact, panic is blooming in the center of my chest. A relationship? An opportunity to royally fuck things up?

“No.” Her eyes dim with disappointment, so I rush out to add, “You still have two questions.”

I’m relieved when the disappointment shifts into a giggle. “Okay, I can ask those right now.”

Kissing her forehead, I inhale her scent. “Please give me at least twenty-four hours, Firefly. That’s my boundary today.”

Tucking herself closer into my chest, she rests her head on my shoulder. “Okay, boundary accepted. Now, go make me a sandwich.”

Chuckling, I give her ass a gentle tap. “I seem to have grown a symbiotic parasite that will get in the way.”

She clings to me tighter. My dried up husk of a heart stirs to life with her level of love. “Figure it out, manservant.”

Keeping a hand under her butt, I stand. “Alright, but if I get mayonnaise on your wings, you aren’t allowed to be mad.”

Her thighs tighten. “Just another licking opportunity.”

Blood heating at the idea of licking her more, I laugh. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

53

In the last five days, Trinte and I only separate when it’s time for our adult responsibilities. Every night, I’m curled next to him after he makes dinner. This man can cook. Since I can’t cook if my life depended on it, I’m a spoiled little Sprite.

Tonight, though, I have a bit of a surprise for him. We’ve avoided deep conversations this whole week, but everything he talked about at breakfast the other day has my brain churning on ways to help.

So I’m going to introduce him to something that helped me years ago.

We’re finishing dinner, drinking Heimlocks, when I say, “We’re going to do something after this.”

Trinte raises an eyebrow. “Is that so? Does it involve you taking your pants off?”

I grin. We’ve been insatiable for one another, even without sex on the table. He still hasn’t let me return the favor with my mouth, but everything else has definitely been on the table.

“Unfortunately, not this time.”

He gathers our empty plates. “Then what is it?”

“A surprise.”