But his resistance had only made Jillian more determined. She’d never much cared for giving blow jobs before, but she liked the idea of taking Kalis in her mouth. His shaft was so big and thick—porn star big, she thought—and his warm, spicy scent was strong and arousing. And besides, by that time he’d gone down on her over a dozen times and she was beginning to feel really selfish.
“You just lie there and let me take care of you,” she’d told the big Kindred. “And don’t worry that it’s ‘beneath me’—that’s ridiculous. I told you—I’m only your boss in the kitchen. Outside it, we’re equals. Okay?”
Kalis had seemed doubtful about this, but he hadn’t put up any more resistance as she proceeded to lick and suck and stroke him to orgasm.
“Oh, Gods—Mistress! Jillian!” he’d groaned when he finally spurted for her, his big hands fisting at his sides. “Gods, your sweet mouth on me feels so good!”
Jillian had felt a warm sense of sexual satisfaction at finally returning the oral favor. And she had found, to her surprise, that she really enjoyed sucking the big Kindred’s shaft—though it wasn’t easy to get much of it in her mouth, due to his size.
Part of her enjoyment had to do with the fact that Kalis never grabbed her head and forced her down until she gagged—which had been a trick her ex, Brad, was fond of doing, just as he was about to come. Jillian had hated that!
She also found that she liked the taste of Kalis’s precum and cum—the flavor was like salted caramel—which was, admittedly odd, but also delicious. She found herself wondering if she tasted half as good to him as he did to her. If so, no wonder he liked going down on her so much!
At any rate, the two of them had been gratifying each other in this way almost every night since the VIP dinner—though Jillian had thought she was being so careful and professional. And now, here was Suzanne, saying she knew all about her relationship with the big Kindred!
“I’m sorry,” she said stiffly, bringing herself back to the present conversation with her friend. “I didn’t know we were being so obvious, but I’ll be sure to keep my personal relationship out of the kitchen from now on.”
“Don’t be silly!” Suzanne exclaimed, beaming at her. “I’m not mad at you, Jilly—I’m happy for you! Ever since Brad left you high and dry, I’ve been hoping you’d find someone else—someone you can settle down and be happy with!”
“Whoa—whoa!” Jillian held up dough-covered fingers. “Nobody said anything about ‘settling down.’ Kalis and I have just been…keeping each other company, that’s all. We haven’t had any discussions about making it permanent in any way.”
Suzanne gave her a sympathetic look.
“Is that because you’re still afraid to trust anyone after Brad? Because believe me, Jilly, Kindred aren’t like human guys. If Kalis says he loves you, you can trust that he’s telling the truth. And you’re never going to catch him in the sack with some showgirl, either. Kindred are loyal—they don’t cheat—ever.”
“It’s not just that,” Jillian protested. “We’ve only known each other for a month. It takes time to decide these kinds of things.”
“Not for me and Kind and Hard,” Suzanne said, shaking her head. “We Dream-Shared for a while, but not much longer than you and Kalis have known each other. The minute I saw the two of them, I just knew. And I’ve never looked back.” She shrugged. “I hear it’s that way for a lot of Kindred brides—it’s like a preordained thing. The Goddess puts them together with the right warrior and they just click. That’s why the Claiming Period works so well—they’re meant to be together, so a month is plenty of time for them to realize that and act on it.”
“I don’t know if I believe in the Goddess—or any higher power for that matter,” Jillian said, frowning. “Would a merciful Goddess have let me get mixed up with a jerk like Brad?”
“If she wanted to get you up on the Mother Ship and over to the market so you could ‘accidentally’ buy your future mate, sure she would,” Suzanne said promptly. “Look, I firmly believe that everything happens for a greater purpose. Even bad things—things you can’t understand at the time. Someday you’ll look back on those hard times in your life and see why they had to come about.”
“Well, aren’t you Little Miss Philosophical,” Jillian said dryly. “I’m glad you’re so happy with your guys and your babies, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to settle down just yet.”
“Well, you’re not getting any younger,” Suzanne pointed out. “Next month you celebrate your big Five-Oh.”
“Ugh, did you have to remind me?” Jillian sighed and shook her head as she wrapped the now-finished pastry dough to chill. “As if I didn’t feel old enough already!”