if I'm there?"
He shrugged, his arm moving against my back as he did it. "I think he's a lot more comfortable with you than he admits, and I would kinda like that. Maybe because you won't judge how I love him? I don't know, but the idea..." He glanced down.
My eyes followed, finding the peak in his pants from his erection. Clearly, the idea was appealing. The only problem was that I kinda wanted to touch, not just look. I didn't, though. It wasn't fair. The idea of period sex grossed me out, plus Ron and I had never really made it that far. I couldn't just assume that I could give him a handjob - or a blow job!
So, I ended up doing nothing. The strange thing was that I had a feeling Ron understood. He and I were both kinda bad at being sexy. We didn't have as much experience as the others, but we also didn't try to pretend we did. There was something a little reassuring about that. Almost as if being with him made me feel ok to fumble around and make mistakes.
"So," I said, changing the subject before we both thought about his dick too much. "You want to ask Luke, or should I?"
"You should," he decided. "After all, it's your room, right?"
"It should be all of ours," I told him. And then I realized that I'd just given myself the perfect line to convince Luke that this was ok. "I'll ask after dinner. I think he'll even say yes."
10
Sienna
Convincing Luke to crash in my room wasn't exactly easy. He told Ron it was ok. He told me it would be a bad idea. Almost as if they knew my plan, Bel announced that he was taking the mattress in the herb room so he could finally stretch out his wings. Sam and Nick eye-fucked each other all through dinner.
And that was what convinced Luke to just give in. I was pretty sure the entire legion was inwardly adoring the excessive cuteness Sam and Nick were giving off, but no one said anything out loud. We just smiled, giggled, and kept the conversation going. But when that pair claimed the loft for the night, it left Luke nowhere else to sleep.
Then there was the part where I may have stretched the truth. My period was down to spotting, but I pointed out that I was still on a no sex day. As if that was the last bit of reassurance Luke needed, he said that if Ron was in the middle, then he'd enjoy having a real and modern mattress for at least one night.
But falling asleep wasn't easy. Part of me felt like I'd deceived Luke, luring him into my bed under false pretenses, but for all I knew, Ron could chicken out - and that was allowed. And if he didn't, Luke could still say no - which was also allowed. There was no reason I couldn't just leave if they started getting all hot and heavy, but Luke felt weird about me being there, right?
Yet the thought of them kissing, touching, and more while that close to me? It was weird and exciting and alluring all at the same time. Ron was definitely one of my boyfriends. Well, they all were, except Luke. Which was where my brain stalled out. Luke was off-limits. We were just friends. He was adamant that nothing could happen between us, but that line had grown rather vague and blurry over the last few months.
Finally, Ron draped his arm over my waist, then relaxed his weak wing to lie against my hip. I scooted closer, snuggling up into his chest, and then felt another hand come to rest on my ribs. Luke's. As if that was the reassurance I needed, my brain stopped fighting so hard, and I found sleep.
Movement woke me the next morning. I opened my eyes to see Luke leaned over Ron, and the pair of them kissing slowly. It was the sweet kind. Ron's hand caressed the side of Luke's face as their mouths moved. Teeth flashed when Luke teased his lip. Ron's tongue slipped out to torment Luke's lip. Everything about them was soft, almost gentle, but with this underlying masculinity that was tangible.
Not once did Luke shy away from Ron's weak side. His hands skipped over the scarred skin as if the angel was worshipping it, and their kisses became deeper, longer, and more intense. Watching them, all I could