Shari pounced on that triumphantly. “And that’s exactly why Savage put me up in the hotel and is paying for my room. Because it doesn’t matter if he’s supposedly with you—you can’t give him what he needs.” She nodded her head, her eyes boring into Seychelle’s. “He comes to my room every night and gets exactly what he wants. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. To explain.”
“Tell me.” Deliberately, Seychelle knitted her brows together.
Shari stepped closer. “You’re just a girl. An innocent girl. Savage needs a woman. He wants to fuck your face. Use you. He wants to shove his cock down your throat. He doesn’t want to treat you with kid gloves, like you’re some little doll that can break if he holds you too hard.”
Seychelle forced herself to breathe evenly. She’d started this by engaging with the enemy. She should have just kept walking. The truth was, Savage had never once asked her to give him a blow job. She’d suggested it. Had wanted to. He’d let her stroke him. Touch him. Explore. But he hadn’t wanted her to get on her knees and suck his cock, not ever in the months she’d spent with him. She didn’t believe he was going to Shari, or that he was paying for Shari’s hotel room. He was with her every night, so he couldn’t be with Shari. Still, she didn’t understand why he didn’t want her mouth on him when he’d clearly had other women give him that particular thrill.
She widened her eyes innocently again. “Wow, Shari. I didn’t realize just how generous you really are. You’re so right. I don’t have a clue. Are you volunteering to give demonstrations? Maybe on Brandon? Or better yet, Savage? He’d probably really get off on that, wouldn’t he? You could show me. I have some friends that don’t have a clue either. We were talking about it the other day, how no one ever tells you anything and you have to learn on your own. You’re so absolutely cool. No wonder Savage is paying for your room. Maybe the others could learn too.”
Reflected in the window in front of her, she could see Hyde texting away, and she knew Savage wasn’t enjoying the conversation as much as Hyde seemed to be. That wasn’t going to go over well, if the vibrations coming from her phone were anything to go by.
Shari’s first reaction was a dull red flush of sheer anger creeping into her face, her mouth gaping open and closed. She looked at Brandon, who scowled at her and then nodded at Seychelle. Brandon looked like he was going to have some kind of stroke or seizure.
Seychelle’s phone vibrated so hard she thought it would shake the flesh off her sore bottom. She slid it out of her back pocket and read the text from Savage. Yeah. She’d been ratted out.
What the fuck are you doing?
Well, I bought a book on learning the true art of giving blow jobs, but it isn’t very good. It has pictures, but the instructions aren’t clear. Especially the deep-throat parts. I thought while I had an expert available, I might get tips.
That ought to keep him quiet for a few minutes. Snickering to herself, she turned her attention to Shari, who clearly was thinking over her proposition.
“I don’t know if Savage would want his little innocent to know all about me,” Shari hedged. “The suggestion might have to come from you.”
Did you really just tell that hideous woman you wanted her to demo on me in front of you? You aren’t going to be able to sit down for a month.
Seychelle wanted to laugh. She couldn’t imagine the look on Savage’s face, or Hyde’s, the little snitch.
She can’t be too hideous if you had your cock down her throat. I notice you’re overly fond and proud of that particular part of your anatomy. You wouldn’t just stick it anywhere into anyone, would you?
Seychelle frowned and pushed a tiny thread of innocence into her voice to make it all the more believable. She was going to have to end this conversation immediately before it blew up in her face. “Yes, you’re right.” She glanced at her watch as she shoved her phone in her back pocket. “I’m so late. You’ve given me so much to think about. Thanks, Shari.” She let her gaze slide to Brandon. “I’m so glad the two of you have found each other. Enjoy the beautiful day.” With a little wave, she hurried down the street toward the Floating Hat, knowing Hyde, the snitch, was following her.
Her phone vibrated. It wasn’t pleasant or gentle. It should have been. It wasn’t like the vibration could actually change. It was in her imagination. She tried not to laugh as she considered ignoring his majesty, but she was too intrigued to see what he’d said.