guilt for lusting after a man I had met under the deadliest of conditions, but I wasn’t. If my time was about to run out, I believed I deserved to know what it felt like to be wrapped around someone like Tywin. I gripped the belt on my robe and pulled it tighter before tying it.
“Are you okay with this?” Des asked with her face pinched in concern and her big eyes searching mine.
“Did you see that man? If you think I’m not about to hop on that, you’re crazy,” I whispered. She gripped my hand and her eyes flooded with sympathy and a layer of tears, saying she was sorry without words.
I squeezed her hand, giving it a gentle shake before flashing her a smile to let her know I was fine. She was the one who needed my pity if this kind of drama would become a permanent part of her life. We turned back to the men together and prepared to go on a journey I was sure I’d never forget.
Khane and Tywin bent forward—hands on knees—to allow us to hop onto their backs. I climbed onto Tywin, using one hand to keep my robe between my splayed legs and the other to grip his strong shoulder.
My right hand gripped the hard ridges of muscles while my inner thighs kissed his flexing lower back. Once I was secure enough to lift my other hand, I placed it over his left shoulder. The brush of his forearm sliding under my ass, so deliberately, turned me on. I was sure he heard the way my breathing had kicked up a notch.
I hadn’t had any part of a man stroking my ass in months and it wasn’t by choice. I was letting my job consume all of my time, rarely setting aside “me time” and therefore, missing out on opportunities to go dick exploring. If not for my two faithful vibrators, Thrust and Ram II, which I had on rotation, I would forget altogether what sex was about.
Tywin lifted my weight with that strong arm pinned under my ass before he added the other, wrapping his arms around my outer thighs, making a seat for me. He glanced back, catching one of my eyes.
“Hold on tighter,” he suggested, his tone low and husky enough to tickle my insides.
“Okay,” I whispered on an exhale. Was he seducing me or was I so sexually starved that any word from a sexy man would sound like seduction?
I wrapped my arms around him until my hands intersected at the front of his neck. My mouth was at his nape and my breaths were getting away from me while my heart rate formed its own rhythm section.
Tywin and Khane took off, slowly at first but sped up after a while and only leaving the light cadence of their rapid steps over the uneven, woodsy terrain.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked out of the blue. I needed to distract myself from all of the nasty fantasies I was having about this man I knew nothing about. My damn brain was determined to build a sex-folio of erotic scenes that had a snowball’s chance in hell of actually happening.
“Yes,” he answered, turning so I could hear him and nearly colliding his sexy lips into mine. The action called back all those nasty images of me and Tywin tangled up in some sheets. I used my thighs, digging into his muscles to lift myself higher on his back and he helped, lifting with his strong arms.
“How do you know the Vallins?” I was being nosey, unable to help myself. Besides, he didn’t have to answer if he didn’t want to.
“Khane and Arjen are my cousins,” he replied and his raspy tone raced along my skin before it dipped deep and flirted with my insides again. The fact that he was their cousin made him off limits, not that I was planning on hooking up with him or anything.
“Is this the sort of thing that happens all the time with your family? I’m worried about my friends.”
I was also worried about staying invisible now that the only family I had known for the past eight years were marrying into an organization I was trained to avoid at all cost and to kill if any member ever threatened my life.
Tywin kept up with the quick pace Khane had set while keeping our one-eyed gazes connected.
“This is not something that happens all the time, and I can assure you, my