flight had washed away that irritating hint of arousal. Honestly, he couldn’t figure out what she and Grym saw in each other. They didn’t match in the slightest.
“It’s going to be a long month for you, isn’t it?” he muttered.
The look on her face turned heartfelt. “Gods, yes.”
Everything about her goaded him. Unable to stop himself, he said, “I just can’t figure you and Grym out. You’re so mismatched. Other than you, he seems so sane.”
For a moment an amused smile hovered on her lips. “That’s because you’re an idiot.”
He stared at her mouth. The anger that had been simmering all day had to come out somehow. He switched to telepathy.
So what did you see earlier this morning when you spied on me at my bedroom window
?
Her eyebrows shot up, her amusement vaporizing.
That’s what set you off this morning, isn’t it
?
He turned to look at her full on, his expression burning.
What did you see
?
Something complicated flashed across her angular, upswept features. Funny, he wouldn’t have tagged her as complex. Then there it was again, a hint of arousal in her scent. It was invasive, filling his lungs as he involuntarily took a deep breath. Unwanted. Delicious. A muscle in her narrow jaw flexed, and she looked furious.
Comprehension dawned. He laughed, low and angrily. He said,
It’s not you and Grym at all, is it? You into chicks
?
Once he’d said it, he couldn’t strip the image from his imagination. Aryal, bending over another woman, perhaps a petite one like the brunette hooker, one of her long, lean hands palming a breast while they kissed.
Fury at his own unruly imagination battled with his body’s reaction. His unruly cock began to stiffen.
Aryal’s gaze flashed. She said very softly between her teeth, “I’ve had a few chicks in my time. They’re tasty little morsels, like soft, pink hors d’oeuvres. You got a problem with that, asshole?”
FUCK.
The shock of her words bolted through him, anda new image blazed in his mind. Aryal, crouched between a woman’s thighs, her dark head nestled at the woman’s pelvis.
His stirring cock turned into a raging hard-on. His entire body stiffened, rebelling against it, as his own scent filled the air. The ridiculousness of it didn’t escape him. There they sat, hazardously trapped and betraying themselves by reeking of their own cravings, while the passengers around them napped, oblivious to it all.
Then that internal whip that constantly drove him pushed him to whisper, “You and me. We’re going to have this out when we get to Prague.”
Aryal gave him a slow, dangerous smile. “You know we will.”
FIVE
A ryal couldn’t sleep but she pretended to, hunched in her corner again as far away from Quentin as she could get, eyes closed and face turned to the shuttered window.
She was deeply disturbed by their exchange.
Oh, not the verbal part. The
pheromone
part.
What exactly had caused Quentin’s electric blue eyes to dilate, and his own arousal to scent the air? Was it the idea of a little girl-on-girl action? If so, he was in the company of millions of other males across the planet.
But something about his own reaction made his whole body tighten in protest. He didn’t like whatever had turned him on, and Aryal didn’t think he was the kind of guy to be bothered by the thought of two women making love.
Had it been her own traitorous response to remembering his admittedly fantastic body? Yeah, that might have pissed him off. It kinda pissed her off. And there was nowhere to go to get away from each other, except to the lavatory.
After their exchange, Quentin eased out of his seat and disappeared.
At first she thought that was where he had gone. Maybe he had decided to give himself a hand, so to speak, and ease off some of that tension. She pictured him in the tiny cubicle,looking at himself in the lavatory mirror, his jeans unzipped while he palmed his erect penis just as he had earlier that morning in his bedroom.
“It’s going to be a long month for you, isn’t it?” he muttered.
The look on her face turned heartfelt. “Gods, yes.”
Everything about her goaded him. Unable to stop himself, he said, “I just can’t figure you and Grym out. You’re so mismatched. Other than you, he seems so sane.”
For a moment an amused smile hovered on her lips. “That’s because you’re an idiot.”
He stared at her mouth. The anger that had been simmering all day had to come out somehow. He switched to telepathy.
So what did you see earlier this morning when you spied on me at my bedroom window
?
Her eyebrows shot up, her amusement vaporizing.
That’s what set you off this morning, isn’t it
?
He turned to look at her full on, his expression burning.
What did you see
?
Something complicated flashed across her angular, upswept features. Funny, he wouldn’t have tagged her as complex. Then there it was again, a hint of arousal in her scent. It was invasive, filling his lungs as he involuntarily took a deep breath. Unwanted. Delicious. A muscle in her narrow jaw flexed, and she looked furious.
Comprehension dawned. He laughed, low and angrily. He said,
It’s not you and Grym at all, is it? You into chicks
?
Once he’d said it, he couldn’t strip the image from his imagination. Aryal, bending over another woman, perhaps a petite one like the brunette hooker, one of her long, lean hands palming a breast while they kissed.
Fury at his own unruly imagination battled with his body’s reaction. His unruly cock began to stiffen.
Aryal’s gaze flashed. She said very softly between her teeth, “I’ve had a few chicks in my time. They’re tasty little morsels, like soft, pink hors d’oeuvres. You got a problem with that, asshole?”
FUCK.
The shock of her words bolted through him, anda new image blazed in his mind. Aryal, crouched between a woman’s thighs, her dark head nestled at the woman’s pelvis.
His stirring cock turned into a raging hard-on. His entire body stiffened, rebelling against it, as his own scent filled the air. The ridiculousness of it didn’t escape him. There they sat, hazardously trapped and betraying themselves by reeking of their own cravings, while the passengers around them napped, oblivious to it all.
Then that internal whip that constantly drove him pushed him to whisper, “You and me. We’re going to have this out when we get to Prague.”
Aryal gave him a slow, dangerous smile. “You know we will.”
FIVE
A ryal couldn’t sleep but she pretended to, hunched in her corner again as far away from Quentin as she could get, eyes closed and face turned to the shuttered window.
She was deeply disturbed by their exchange.
Oh, not the verbal part. The
pheromone
part.
What exactly had caused Quentin’s electric blue eyes to dilate, and his own arousal to scent the air? Was it the idea of a little girl-on-girl action? If so, he was in the company of millions of other males across the planet.
But something about his own reaction made his whole body tighten in protest. He didn’t like whatever had turned him on, and Aryal didn’t think he was the kind of guy to be bothered by the thought of two women making love.
Had it been her own traitorous response to remembering his admittedly fantastic body? Yeah, that might have pissed him off. It kinda pissed her off. And there was nowhere to go to get away from each other, except to the lavatory.
After their exchange, Quentin eased out of his seat and disappeared.
At first she thought that was where he had gone. Maybe he had decided to give himself a hand, so to speak, and ease off some of that tension. She pictured him in the tiny cubicle,looking at himself in the lavatory mirror, his jeans unzipped while he palmed his erect penis just as he had earlier that morning in his bedroom.
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