"Oh, no. Please, madam, go forth. "
Bullshit there wasn't something going on. She crossed the mosaic apple tree at a jog and took the stairs two at a time. When she got to the second floor, she hesitated.
Even out in the hall, she could catch the scent of sex - a mixed bag of it, actually, suggesting there were multiples going on. Literally.
And didn't that make her feel like throwing up.
As she approached John's door, she braced herself for whatever could be on the other side. Layla was trained as an ehros, and Qhuinn had long been up for anything - and maybe this separation had led her mate into the arms of others.
With a dead heart, she knocked loudly. "John? It's me. "
Closing her eyes, she imagined naked bodies freezing, people looking back and forth, John scrambling to get something to cover himself. There was no reading grids - she was too scattered to pull that off. No sorting through the scents, either - she was having enough trouble staying on her feet because she knew at least one of them was John's.
"I know you're in there. "
Instead of the door opening, she got a text on her phone: Am soz - busy. Can I cm find u l8r?
Fuck that and the horse it rode in on.
Xhex grabbed the doorknob, twisted hard enough to break the thing off, and shoved her way -
Holy. Shit.
John was by himself on his bed, lying on top of twisted sheets, his naked body gleaming in the light that bled in from the bathroom. One hand was between his legs, his big fist locked on his thick cock. . . the other was gripping the headboard for leverage as he worked himself, his teeth bared, the muscles in his shoulders and neck standing out in stark relief as he strained.
Shiiiiit. His lower abdomen was slick from other orgasms, and yet he seemed starved for release.
Fevered eyes met hers as his hand stilled. Go, he mouthed. Please. . .
She quickly stepped inside and shut the door. This was not something anyone else needed to see.
Please! he demanded.
Please, indeed, she thought to herself, her own body responding, her own blood starting to pump.
Stepping over the crumpled discards of what he'd been wearing in the theater district, she could think only about how much she had missed the carnal side of him. It was as if she had been shut down during these long months - and yeah, it would have been far better for her to walk out, let him deal with his rock-and-a-hard-place by his lonesome, and reconvene later.
But, God, she had missed being his female.
I can't stop, he mouthed. Autumn in her needing - got too close.
Ah. That explained it. Except. . . "Is my mother okay?"
At
Jane's, and yes.
God, that poor female. To have to suffer through that again after all she'd been through. But at least Jane would ease the suffering - assuming Tohr didn't. . . .
Right, she was so not getting close to that one.
Xhex, you have. . . to go. . . .
"What if I don't want to. "
At that, his body undulated wildly, sure as if she were already touching him, and he orgasmed hard, his grip slipping up and down as he came all over the muscled expanse of his lower belly.
Well, wasn't that a very well-spoken answer: He wanted her, too.