Page 48 of Mending Fate

“If you can’t pay attention, I’ll have to get dressed again,” I warned him.

“Quite the motivational threat.”

“Now that I know what you’ve tried, here are a couple other ideas. If you listen to them and agree to try them, I’ll have a special reward for you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

I did too.

“One thing that’s been known to help with reading is colored paper,” I began going through the mental checklist I’d made. “Different fonts can also make a difference, particularly on a screen.”

He nodded, his expression serious despite the nudity going on right in front of him. That was good. It meant he was paying attention. I had no problem making it fun, but I didn’t want him to be dismissive.

“My college advisor specialized in teaching students with learning disabilities. He was working on a study using sign language. He reasoned that if spelling words out with sensory-connected techniques like writing the letters in sand, that sort of thing, and learning to identify sight words by shape rather than letter by letter, combining them into one might work just as well since that’s how you’re taught to read finger spelling, by shape.”

He looked appalled. “That means I have to learn a whole new language?”

“Just the alphabet. And I can teach it to you.”

He bobbed his eyebrows. “And you’ll make it worth my while.” It was a statement, not a question.

I slid off the couch and onto my knees, his gaze hot on my skin. I put my hands on his knees and pushed his legs apart. He cursed softly as I moved between them.

“I think I can do that.” I reached for his belt, my tongue already out, wetting my lips. “Would you like your reward for listening?”

He cupped my chin and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “Aye, lass. I’d like that.”

As I undid his pants, he reached behind my head and pulled my hair free of my ponytail. The waves spilled over my shoulders, heavy and soft, and somehow more sensual than my hair had ever felt.

“Beautiful,mo nighean bhan.”

My fair-haired girl.

I tugged his pants and underwear down enough for his cock to bounce free. Thick and heavy, it curved up toward his stomach. My pussy throbbed, remembering the feel of him inside me. I would wait, though. He came first this time.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, dragging my hand up the length of him and then swiping my thumb across the tip. He made a sound low in his throat, his fingers tightening in my hair. If we’d been in the bedroom, I would have drawn this out, but I was already a little nervous about the possibility of Evanne catching us. I needed to make this quick.

I lowered my head, taking him into my mouth. I closed my lips around him, my tongue swirling around his cock. As I took more of him, I worked my hand up and down on the part I couldn’t reach with my mouth. I took him as deep as I could, then sucked hard as I raised my head. He swore, adding in a few words I couldn’t understand, but the tone was positive, and that was enough for me.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to come too.”

I was grateful for the command and reached down to find myself wet. I used my middle two fingers, rubbing my clit back and forth, then in circles. The pressure built rapidly inside me, and I moaned, the sound muffled by the thick shaft moving in and out of my mouth.

When I came, I froze, body stiff as pleasure exploded through me. I didn’t stay motionless long, wanting to give him the same. Up and down, I worked my hand and mouth in tandem, increasing suction and friction until Alec’s hips started jerking, a sign he was close to losing control.

I used my now free hand to grip his balls, lightly squeezing as I rolled them in my hand. He came less than a minute later, spilling himself across my tongue. I swallowed, then licked him clean before letting him slip out of my mouth.

“Fuck, lass.” Alec’s voice was rough. “When I can walk again, I’ll be taking you to the bedroom to give you a thoroughthank youfor that.”

I sat back on my heels, trying to catch my breath. I had a feeling I was going to need it. Despite what we were doing tomorrow, I was willing to bet I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight, but I was fine with that. I doubted I’d have slept well anyway.

Twenty-Eight

Lumen

LeavingAlec and going back home for the night had been harder than I’d expected. It was well past midnight, and we’d pretty thoroughly exhausted ourselves physically, but we’d both still had a decent amount on our minds.

Going home had seemed like the best way for us to be able to attempt at least some rest. Especially when I knew he didn’t entirely agree with the plan we had in place. The fact that he hadn’t tried to talk me out of it or take control of the situation was proof to me of how seriously he was taking our second chance.