Page 79 of No Strings

I don’t know why, but that makes me feel a little special. Being brave, I run my finger through his mess, suck it clean, and hum. “Because youlike me?”

His eyes darken. “Because you’re you.” Rhys kisses me in a way that feels like he’s claiming me. He pulls back, his eyes dance over my face, “Is there any point denying we have incredible sex together?”

“There is not.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but of course fucking Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb enter the house.

“Oi, Rhys?”

“Shit.” Rhys and I say at the same time.

“Yeah, give me a sec.” Rhys calls back.

“Dude, are you jerking off?” Beau’s voice sounds closer. I look up at Rhys, panic in both our faces. The door opens, and Beau is standing there, not seeming the slightest surprised. If anything he seems cocky. “Fucking finally!” he shouts.

“Get the fuck out!” Rhys throws a pillow at him. When he looks back down to me, I can’t help the laughter that bubbles free. He shakes his head and silently chuckles.

We have a quick shower together. To save time, Rhys claimed. But the whole time I had his cock poking me and his eyes trailing over my body in a heated gaze.

“Stop it, I’m not having sex with those two hanging around.”

“No? Just happy to masturbate while they sleep near you?”

I blush at the memory of when we went camping. “Don’t know to what you are referring.”

He hums. “I didn’t hate the idea of you walking around with my cum still on you, smelling like me, me marking you.” He kisses and nips up along my neck.

My breathing hitches. It’s possessive; something I’m nostranger to. But what is strange, is that when it comes from Rhys, I want it all.

The moment is ruined by banging on the door. “Get your dick out of her, Brent is here and telling you to hurry up.”

“Sorry Princess, until next time.” And with that he swipes his finger along my slit, gathering my arousal and sucking it into his mouth.

I’m left stunned and panting.

Rhys turns around to face me, towel slung around his hips and reading my mind before I can even process what just happened. “No, get out. We have work to do.”

Rhys and I are out checking the just dropped calves. This lot makes the last calves for this herd. They all seem to be doing well, there were even a few sets of twins.

Rhys and I dance around what happened last night, this morning, and where we stand with each other. So, I ask the question that has been on my mind since the moment I saw the hardware.

“Why did you get your penis pierced?”

“Your brother and I got drunk. I bet he couldn’t get the head of his cock pierced, and naturally, he raised the stakes and said I couldn’t get a reverse Jacob’s Ladder. Turns out we both could.” He shoots me his beaming smile, while I look at him in disgust. “What?”

“My brother has his pierced as well?”

“Yep, and since I got a ladder, I told him he hadto?—”

I cut him off. “Nope, that’s enough sharing. I don’t need to know about my brother’s…” I let out a shudder. I don’t need to know about my brother’s anything.

“It’s probably why Kerry-Anne kept pestering him.”

“What. Did. I. Just. Say?”

His shoulders start to shake as he tries fighting a laugh.

“It’s not funny.” But even I’m fighting back a smile.