Page 104 of Double Shot

“And getting to see Brian.” Nat gave me a knowing look.

I didn’t deny it. “He’s staying over tonight.”

Nat gasped, reaching across the table again to grip my arm. “Does that mean the end of the rule?”

I nodded, shovelling a huge forkful of chicken salad into my mouth and speaking around it. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, cat. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him.”

Nat shook his head, stabbing a piece of lettuce with his fork. “I know it’s been hard for you, but his no-sex rule was such a good idea.”

I laughed. “Because it’s made me practically feral for him?”

“No, because it proved that he actually wants you. He likes you, Klaus. He doesn’t just want to have sex with you.” Nat gave me another knowing look. “I can see how much of a difference it’s made. How much you trust him and how comfortable you are with him already.”

I shrugged, feeling simultaneously smug and self-conscious. “He’s just… the best person I’ve ever met, cat. Seriously. He’s so sweet. And he… he does really seem to like me,” I added shyly, ignoring the anxious twist in my belly, as if some part of me thought that saying the words out loud might somehow jinx them.

Nat nodded in agreement. “He looks at you like he can’t believe his luck,” he said through a mouthful of salad. “It is, without exaggeration, the swooniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Klaus. I want someone to look at me exactly how Brian looks at you one day.”

I was practically glowing from his words, beaming so wide my cheeks hurt. And all this talk about how sweet Brian was, how he looked at me, how much we liked each other, was just making that knot of hunger inside me grow tighter and tighter. I was ravenous for him. I needed him so, so badly that my body was starting to feel unfamiliar. Just a Klaus-shaped mass of pure need and want and something deeper, something that felt too scary to name just yet, because if he didn’t feel the same…

I shifted in my seat then stiffened. A wave of heat rose up my body, from my toes to the crown of my head, turning my face bright pink and burning hot.

I was leaking. I was so wet that I was leaking. Oh Lucifer.

Nat was looking down at his salad and saying something about one of the wrestlers, the huge, glamorous orc with hair tinsel and gold-capped tusks, so he hadn’t seen the blush staining my entire face. Thank Lucifer shadowpeople weren’t known for having a particularly good sense of smell, because my pheromones were pumping out of me as if I was in the throes of passion right now. My body was acting like I was about to get fucked when I was just sitting here eating chicken salad with my best friend.

Shit. Maybe Brian and I had waited a touch too long with the whole no-sex rule. To be fair, though, we could partly blame Dan for that. He had interrupted us last week.

I squirmed in my seat, crossing and uncrossing my legs as I picked at my salad. I suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore. It felt like my stomach was squeezing tighter to make room for the overwhelming need expanding inside me. My blood was too hot and pumping too fast through my veins. My heart was thudding hard in my chest. I couldn’t stop fidgeting, a fine tremor running through me.

Finally Nat noticed, pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth as he looked at me in concern. “Klaus, sweetie, you look really flushed. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I, um…” I set my fork down and rubbed my hot cheek. “You know, I think I should probably go home and get some sleep. I don’t feel too great.”

“Of course.” Nat stood and helped me up, and my face burned again as I quickly glanced back at my seat to make sure I hadn’t leaked so much slick that I’d left a mark. I was hot and slippery between my cheeks, and now I was grateful that I’d had to put on jeans, because at least the thicker fabric would hopefully stop a wet patch from spreading.

Nat gave me a big hug, and for the first time ever, I wanted to cringe away from him. I should not have been hugging my best friend when I was this… overcome with need. That was the politest way I could put it.

“I’ll just quickly wave goodbye to Brian…” I hurried for the door, trying not to clutch my stomach. It was cramping now, but not from any kind of digestive issue. It was deeper than that. Lower. My hole wouldn’t stop clenching around nothing.

I cracked open the door again and pushed my head in. Brian was sitting on a bench at the side of the room now, no longer playing, and once again his head whipped up immediately and his gaze locked on me. This time, I saw his nostrils flare and one side of his muzzle twitch a little.

He stood and started making his way over, and I was helpless to do anything but follow his lead, slipping into the room and hurrying to meet him. Despite how uncomfortable and worked up I was, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. I’d missed him so much the last few days, and I knew a hug from him would help tide me over until tonight.

As Brian got closer, he seemed to notice how flustered I was. My scalp felt damp with sweat now, like I was having a hot flush. A concerned frown narrowed his eyes, and when he reached me, he gently curled his hand around mine and tugged me into the locker room. The door swung shut behind us, thankfully blocking out all the farting sounds.

“Are you okay?” His big, clawed hand cupped my cheek with infinite care, and I leaned into it, some of the discomfort inside me melting away.

“Just need to sleep.” I smiled up at him and ran my hands up his firm chest, over those mouthwatering pecs. “I missed you.”

His lupine face softened. “I missed you too.”

“I can’t wait for tonight,” I told him plainly. I was too worked up to be coy.

In fact, just saying the words was making my breathing speed up. I bit my lip as I gazed up at him. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, Brian. I need it so bad.”

Chapter 37

What Is It With Locker Rooms?