Page 24 of Thorn Kiss
What if she wanted me to hunt her down and tear her clothes off and fuck her rough until she came on my cock?
The only problem was that casual relationships had never been something that worked for me. Doing somethingjust for funalways left me broken after.
Like the kiss.
Nine months.
It’d been nine fucking months since I’d kissed June, and every time I saw her, I wondered if things could be different. That kiss had sealed me to a fate of thorny yearning, a yearning I’d never be able to satiate so long as she kept pushing me away.
But there was something here with Madi. The attraction was immediate and threatening to swallow me whole, but there was a small part of me that felt like I was betraying June.
Even though we were just friends. She’d made it clear there was nothing for us after that kiss.
It was time to move on.
I wanted this. Whateverthiswas. I wanted to take a chance on it.
“When it comes to kink and sex, I’m dominant,” I started.
Madi nearly choked on her coffee and covered her mouth, leaning back with wide eyes. “I guess we’re just getting into it, aren’t we?”
My smile danced. “I'd rather be straightforward.” Being honest about what I wanted was the best course of action, considering not everyone enjoyed what I liked when it came to sex and kink.
She squared her shoulders with a nod. “I like that. I think it’ll make it easier for me to be open if we approach it that way.”
“Good,” I said. Fuck it. “I have a primal kink.”
Her eyes went even wider and her pretty mouth dropped open. She stared at me. I waited for worry to set in, but all I felt was resolve. Having a primal kink was nothing to be ashamed of. Still, I braced myself for her to get up and walk away from me.
Madi released a hum in her throat. “I want to know more.”
I breathed out. There were no signs of her wanting to leave. “I want to hear about you too,” I said. “And I want to be clear that I don’t expect anything. If none of this is interesting to you or something you don’t want, we walk away as if it didn’t happen and there are no hard feelings.”
Madi leaned forward. “Itisof interest to me. But, okay. Yes. There’s no pressure. We’re just talking. About kink. And sex. As new friends.”
“As new friends,” I agreed.
She smoothed her hands over her thighs, drew in a deep breath, and exhaled it intentionally. “Okay. Here goes. I was with the same person for eight years, and we never explored anything I was interested in. So I’m experienced in some ways and inexperienced in other ways. A lot of the kinks we tried together weren’t done in a safe way. I’ve done a lot of research on my own, though. Also, I guess I should add, we broke up right before this trip. He cheated on me. I egged his house and after that went on a lingerie-buying spree. I should have ended things a long time ago, but I never did. Also, since it is relevant, I did a test for STDs when I found out he cheated and was negative. So that’s good, at least.”
My chest tightened. “I’m sorry, Madi. That sounds like a nightmare.”
“It’s okay.”
She said it so lightly, but I knew that feeling. There was a fracture there, somewhere in that situation that I didn’t know, and I recognized the cracks and pain in every carefully chosen word.
“You didn’t have to tell me all that, but thank you for doing so.” I took a sip of my coffee before chuckling as I digested everything she’d said. “Eggs and lingerie, huh?”
Madi’s smile came back. “Yeah. I should have done worse, but I don’t want to be locked up. I’m too delicate for jail.”
I chuckled, studying her a little more thoughtfully. “Are you sure you even want to do anything sexual? We’ve just met. We could just be friends. I can show you around Whynot and rescue you from our evil bugs without wanting more.”
Madi shook her head adamantly. “I promised myself I wouldn’t pass up chances for good things if they came. It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt desired. I feel embarrassed and silly and like I’m fumbling around even talking to you, but it also . . .”
“It feels nice,” I whispered.
Madi nodded. “It feels really fucking nice.”
Now I wanted to hunt the guy down. Not in a sexy primal way, but in a punch-him-for-hurting-her way.
