“Where are your parents?” I asked.
“They live in London mostly, but travel all the time. Right now, my father is doing business in Dubai and my mother is on a yoga retreat in Bali. They don’t live together much these days, either.”
“It does sound lonely. I suppose it could be worse, they could be drugging you and...you know,” I said with a grin.
He looked startled, angered, then realized I was joking and let out a small laugh.
“It’s funny, and I’d laugh more if it didn’t upset me so much to think of what they did to you,” he said. “I get so fucking mad when I think about you alone and vulnerable in that house.”
“There’s nothing we can do to change the past,” I told him and put my hand on his. “But we can change the future. We can take down the Organization and make sure they never do this to anybody else.”
“I will do whatever you ask of me,” he said with an intensely bright light in his eyes. “Anything you need of me, and I’ll do it.”
“I’ll need you at some point, but I don’t know what for,” I said. “So for the moment we can eat and study and enjoy the company we have with each other.”
“I wish you could move in here,” he said. “You and Archer and Kingston.”
“How about Ryker?” I asked with a laugh.
“Yes, even Ryker,” he said. “I can see why you’d like him. He’s pretty fucked up and pretty to look at.”
“Yeah, kinda like me, I guess,” I replied. “I want to ask you something.”
“Go ahead,” he told me.
“Do you and Archer ever...you know. Do you two ever do anything with each other?” I asked at long last. I felt heat in my core just thinking about it, and I could imagine myself melting into a puddle of desire if I ever got to see it up close. I’d probably light on fire and self-combust if I ever had the chance to join in.
“Does it bother you if we do?” he asked, raising a brow. He was devastatingly good looking, and he knew it. He was tall and cocky, but had that sensitive, caring streak that always drew me in.
“Not at all,” I told him. “In fact, I think it’s kinda fucking sexy.”
“Do you?” he asked, startled. “Really? Not many girls would admit that.”
“Not many girls are like me,” I said.
“That is the truth,” he replied and laughed. “I never thought I’d admit this, but yeah. Sometimes when the mood hits and we’re a few drinks into it, we’ll fool around. We have with Kingston, too. He likes getting head and sometimes there aren’t any sweet little mouths around like yours, kitten. Yours is the hottest I’ve had, you’re so good at it.”
“I love doing it,” I said with growing excitement. “There’s nothing quite like having my lips wrapped around a hard cock. It’s this crazy sensation that brings me so much power.”
“You get it,” he replied. “That’s why you’re so good at it.”
I sipped my water and let the bubbles dance under my nose, almost making me sneeze. I rubbed my upper lip and laughed at the way it felt.
“You’re beautiful when you laugh,” Valen said, and before I knew what was happening, he leaned forward at the same time I did and we kissed.
His mouth was always so soft and sensual. That was my favorite thing about Valen. He wasn’t brutal with his mouth crashing into mine, and as much as I loved that sometimes, when I needed somebody soft and loving he was it.
He grew heated as we kissed, though, his urgency building to match mine. He hooked his hands behind me and pulled me closer, the chair sliding along the tiled floor until it was directly in front of him.
Our lunch was forgotten as we fell into the flames of our passion and he kissed harder, more demanding, needing some release from the pent up lust building inside of us.
I was becoming more adept at kissing and enjoying the sensation of it all. It was strange, though, when it was just two of us I felt so much more shy. I could perform for the three or four of them at once, but when I was one on one, it felt intimate and I felt exposed, as if they’d discover the truth about me.
That I didn’t know what I was doing. About any of this, taking down the Organization, kissing, having sex, or just being in a relationship. The truth was that I was making shit up as I went along, and I was terrified they’d figure it out.
But here, in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the kiss. The way Valen smelled, the musky masculine odor of whatever expensive scent he was wearing.
And his scratchy, angled jawline as I ran the back of my fingers up it. He had thicker facial hair than the others from what I could tell, but kept himself shaved. I could feel the stubble prickling my flesh so he must not have had the chance this morning, not after last night.