Page 124 of False Comeback

“Let’s go to bed.”

My pulse leaped, some of the exhaustion fleeing as I blinked my eyes open. Nodding, I pushed the blanket off us and stood, suddenly feeling oddly nervous, for some reason.

Vince was going to sleep in my bed. With me. This was different from us both passing out at the motel. This was intentional. Meaningful.

He helped me lock up downstairs and turn everything off, then followed me up the stairs.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?”

“No, of course not.” I went into the bathroom with him and got out a fresh towel, then quickly brushed my teeth while he turned on the shower and started undressing.

After rinsing my mouth, I fiddled with my toothbrush. “I don’t have… You can just use mine.”

I was sure that not too long ago, the idea of letting him—letting anyone—use my toothbrush would have been revolting, but now it just felt uniquely intimate. It was Vince. I wanted to share everything with him.

“Thanks.” He grinned at me and took the toothbrush, quickly scrubbing his teeth as he stood beside me naked.

My chest ached. I wanted this every night. With him.

When he climbed into the shower, I left him to wash in peace and went into the bedroom. While I’d been napping, Vince had put clean sheets on the bed. He’d also shoved all my clothes—very haphazardly—back into my drawers and removed the suitcase from the room. It made me smile to myself. I could see him up here doing all that with fierce defiance, silently daring my mother to make me leave.

He’d been right in what he said earlier. Queen Galantha always thought she would win, but she hadn’t met him yet. Vince was a formidable opponent—I knew that very well from experience—and my mother certainly wasn’t expecting him.

As I listened to the shower running, I got undressed and slipped into bed. I usually wore silk pyjamas to sleep, but I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I pressed a hand to my belly when it roiled with nerves again, which was ridiculous. I’d had so much sex with Vince at this point that I shouldn’t have been nervous in the slightest, especially when I didn’t even know if anything would happen tonight.

With a calming breath, I rolled onto my side and plugged my phone in to charge on my nightstand. I shouldn’t have ignored it until the battery drained. I should have contacted Vince so he wouldn’t worry.

But I’d been paralysed with fear and grief, unable to do anything but lie in bed and periodically drag myself downstairs to look after and feed Lady Potato and attempt to eat something myself. Until I’d finally resigned myself to my fate and started packing, not wanting to leave it too late and risk my mother carrying out her threats if I didn’t show up at the palace on time.

My heart thumped when I heard the shower stop, cock twitching with nervous anticipation. A few minutes later Vince walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, his hair damp and mussed and some water droplets still trickling down his neck and shoulders from where he’d dried off quickly.

I couldn’t stand to get into bed even the slightest bit damp. I always dried myself thoroughly. And I used baby powder to keep my skin soft. Rose-scented.

I smiled when he grinned at me as he climbed into bed, punching the sides of my very expensive Canadian goose down pillow to fluff it up while I tried not to let the mild horror show on my face. When he settled down with a sigh, I turned off the lamp, plunging us into darkness.

I could still see well in the dark though, and I knew Vince had perfect night vision. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering if it was inappropriate after the emotional whirlwind of the day to beg him to fuck me. I suddenly wasn’t tired anymore. Not now that I could feel Vince’s arm brushing against mine and I knew he was naked beside me.

He was breathing steadily. I could tell he wasn’t dropping off yet. We were just lying next to each other in silence, both wide awake, until I couldn’t take it anymore and turned my head on the pillow to look at him.

His eyes were open. He’d been staring up at the ceiling too, but he quickly looked over and gave me a small smile. “You okay?”

I nodded, shifting onto my side and reaching over to rest my hand on his chest. Then I shuffled closer to kiss his shoulder, letting my fingers trail lower, over his flat belly until I could feel the silky hair framing the base of his cock.

Vince’s throat bobbed. “I didn’t know if you’d want to after—”

“I always want to,” I murmured, sifting my fingers through that little patch of hair and feeling the root of his cock stiffen against my knuckles.

Vince didn’t move at first, but then he suddenly reached down beneath the covers to curl his hand over mine, moving it onto his hardening cock. My breath caught as I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed lightly.

“Of course you do,” he rasped, grinning at me as he began sliding my hand up and down his length. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, lust thrumming through my veins from hearing him call me that. I loved it. I still wasn’t entirely sure why I loved it so much—being called a slut, a whore, a cumdump—but it made me almost frantic with need.

And being called his slut just made it so much sweeter. He was the only one who got to see me like this. Who got to talk to me this way. The only person I’d ever felt free enough to let go completely with, hand over total control to and willingly make myself so unbearably vulnerable in front of.

I was a slut for him. Only for him. I couldn’t get enough. It felt like I’d never get enough, no matter how many times we did this.

Vince shifted his head closer on the pillow to kiss me, slipping his long tongue inside to glide against mine. I kept slowly stroking him as my breaths shallowed, my cock throbbing as it brushed against his hip.