Page 71 of Double Shot

Then ride his dick with wild abandon.

Of course, I’d have to wait for that to happen, but I didn’t think it would be long before he realised the whole ‘no sex’ thing was silly. I mean, I absolutely appreciated the sentiment, the reason he wanted to do it and that it was for my sake, but… well, I wanted to have more sex with him. Like, right now. So. That was a pretty decent counter-argument, in my opinion.

I’d respect his wishes, though. Grudgingly and hornily—was that a word?—but I’d respect them.

Kind of. I wasn’t ruling out using my sexy incubus wiles and fantastic pillowy ass to tempt him.

After a few minutes of us sipping our coffees in comfortable silence, I asked, “Are Frank and Beans still yodelling?”

He huffed in amusement. “No. They stopped about four hours ago.”

“How about Vince and Crossbody?” I snickered.

He grimaced. “They only stopped about two hours ago.”

“Man, they are troopers, huh?” I shook my head, in awe of their stamina. “Are either of them fighting tonight?”

“Um, don’t think so. Later on over the weekend, I’m pretty sure.”

“How about our good friend Harold and his poor wife?” I grinned at Brian. “Can you hear anything from their room?”

“Just the asshole’s snoring. Oh.” He perked up. “At around two a.m., Linda stepped outside and called someone on her cell. She was whispering, but I’m pretty sure I heard her ask for… Jason? Jax?”

I gasped. “Jared?”

“Uh, yeah, maybe that was it.”

With another gasp, I scooted my chair closer to him and gently smacked his knee. “Brian! That’s her college ex! The fae with the washboard abs! Oh my Lucifer, what if she’s going to leave Harold and reconnect with him?”

He looked doubtful. “He might not have washboard abs anymore.”

I tutted. “I’m sure she doesn’t care about that. What if Jared is her one true love? It seems like she’s been pining for him this whole time. For, like, thirty years or something.”

“Now I’m starting to feel a little sorry for Harold,” Brian said dryly.

I laughed, gulping down the last of my coffee before putting the cup on the desk. “Why didn’t you tell me at the time? I could’ve gone out there and tried to pry more info from her.”

His brow wrinkled. “I mean, I didn’t think it mattered.”

I gave him a knowing look. “You still eavesdropped, though.”

He turned pink, but this time, a tiny smile played at the corner of his mouth as he shrugged. “Well, I’m a werewolf. We’re pretty nosy by nature.”

I laughed, my hand still resting on his knee. I realised I’d leaned in a little closer, and my gaze kept darting down to his mouth and that beautiful smile.

He seemed to realise the same thing a second later, because his breath caught and his thick thigh tensed beneath my fingers, the muscles bunching. My belly swooped with want.

“Brian.” I wet my lips, heart beating faster. “Can I… can I kiss you?”

He went still, even seeming to hold his breath for a few seconds before his big, long-fingered hand shifted off the armrest to cover mine. Our fingers twined together almost instinctively, like we’d already done it a million times before.

When he nodded, my pulse leaped. But I stayed perfectly still as he inhaled sharply as if to speak, taking a few seconds to actually get the words out.

“I don’t ever… I never, um… usually do anything like that in, um, my human form,” he muttered, self-conscious and stilted. “So, um… just… sorry if I’m really rusty.” He chuckled awkwardly, unable to hold my gaze, his face bright pink.

I squeezed his hand. “You won’t be. But we don’t have to.”

“No, I want to.” He looked back up at me, gaze pinging between my eyes and my mouth. His eyes heated. “I really want to, Klaus.”