Page 72 of Soul Kiss
Red hot sparks explode from my balls and tingle through my shaft as I reach my release.I empty myself fully inside her, jerking until there’s nothing left.
We’re still, pressed together tightly.My cheek is pressed against her back and the twin beats of our hearts drum relentlessly in my ears.“That was—”
“We’re going to do that again.”
Kira—she says all the right things!
“You’ll hear no objections from me.”I tie off the condom and wrap it in a tissue to dispose of.Then I nibble the back of Kira’s neck.She turns so that we can kiss properly.
“I wasn’t sure what it would be like.”
“And?”
“It feels like you’re still in me.”
She glances down almost shyly at my now slumbering cock, and I sense that she’s about to say something profound, except the door to our hiding place gets ripped open.
I expect a member of the venue staff, a paparazzo, a fan girl with a big camera and a cheeky grin, or maybe Lorne come to haul my stellar arse into a seat.It’s none of them.
“Rosie!”
My co-star spies us and shrieks, “I knew I heard you in there.”
Her gaze fastens upon my bared lower half, and upon Kira’s raised skirts.“You’re…” She pauses to suck in a deeper breath.“You’re not gay,” she announces.“I knew it.I knew it was all made up.”
Rosie earns herself an eye-roll.Maybe she’d like to consult about that with all the men I’ve fucked.“I’m not straight either,” I say.It’s the most honest answer I can deliver.
“You’re with a…a girl.”
I hitch my trousers and zip up.“Rosie, one heterosexual shag does not a straight man make.The same as one experimental bro-job never turned anyone gay.”
“But…but…” She pouts and looks puzzled.
“He’s method acting,” Kira says.
Yeah—good one.I almost wish I’d thought of that.Only, it’s dishonest, and now that I’m confronted with it, I’d rather explain the truth.That I’m still predominantly gay, just with a newly discovered taste for branching out with one particular woman.My desire for the fairer sex only extends as far as Kira.I’m not saying there’ll never be another woman who gets my blood pumping, only that I haven’t happened upon any others yet.
“You don’t think this is taking things a bit far?”Rosie asks.
Good lord, she really is clueless.
“He’s really trying to dig deep into Blake’s mindset.”
The huskiness of Kira’s voice as she says that makes it sound incredibly dirty.I think I’m blushing.
Rosie squints at the pair of us again.Kira smooths my hair, and I remove a smear of lipstick from the side of her mouth.
“Oh, darn it!”Rosie stamps her foot, dragging our attention back to her.“I’m totally vexed with you, Dylan Drake.You know I’d have been totally willing to help you.I’ve been dreaming forever about making butter babies with you.”
“Butter babies?”I have to confess I’m totally lost, as I so often am by the twists and turns of Rosie’s logic.
“That you make with those baster thingies when the guy can’t get it up.”
“Cough… ’Cause he has that problem a lot…cough.”
Yes, thank you, Kira.
She pats a hand over my package, and I squeak.
Rosie sighs and brings her hands to her mouth.“I suppose you won’t be needing my help with that now?”
There doesn’t seem any purpose in pointing out that having kids together was never on my agenda.
“Oh, well.You’d better both get yourselves out of the closet now.It’s past time we were all in our seats.”
Poor Rosie, it takes her the rest of the night to figure out why we both dissolve into fits.
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