Burned
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I sigh then turn it into another weird-ass moan. I don’t moan. I fucking roar. This Pri-ya business is taxing.
I roll onto my side and give Jo my ass, hoping she’ll just say whatever she has to say and go away, send back my babes.
I try to summon a pathetic whimper but it comes out sounding too much like me: a pissed off, sexually frustrated grunt. My dick was ready, almost home sweet home, and now it’s been relegated to a cardboard box beneath a bridge, cold and alone. It’s swollen and painfully compressed between the bed and my thigh.
I’m supposed to be a sex slave, so I can hardly roll over and ask her what the fuck she’s doing here.
I hear a rustling sound then feel her weight settle on the bed next to me.
Then there’s the sound of a washcloth drizzling water as she wrings it out into the basin, and I think, what the hell, Jo’s gonna finish the bath the blondes were giving me?
When she settles a hand on my back, I jerk. This is Jo. This is Ryodan’s territory. I don’t mess with the boss’s stuff. Nobody does. It’d be nearly as stupid as pissing off Barrons.
“Mac told me you’re Pri-ya,” Jo says. “She says she doesn’t remember anything from that time. That it’s all just a blur of sex.”
I’m instantly defensive: she looking to cheat on the boss? Women don’t cheat on Ryodan. Fuck, they don’t cheat on any of us. You don’t give up the best.
She runs her hand over my back, down my ass. I tense but stay perfectly still, thinking.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she says softly.
Wait, I’m supposed to moan. I try but get another frustrated grunt. Shit.
“I need a blur of sex,” she continues, talking and touching.
Who doesn’t? My dick gets harder. She’s not even my type. She’s petite and brunette with huge eyes and a delicate face. She’s exactly what I steer clear of.
But I’m supposedly Pri-ya.
I sigh. Looks like my game is ending sooner than I planned. I grunt with sheer frustration and roll over, look up at her to tell her to get her ass back to the boss and we’ll just forget all about this. My dick snaps straight up pointing to heaven, expressing firm opposition.
I clamp my open mouth shut again, thinking, Aw, no, no, no, no, don’t do that, honey, anything but that. She’s staring down at me with big, beautiful eyes filled with tears.
“You’re not really there, right?” She searches my face and I instantly make my eyes go glassy. I been doing it for days, it’s second nature now. She looks down at my dick and I try to will it limp but it doesn’t work for shit. It’s a simple beast. A woman is an occasion. My dick rises to it.
“I couldn’t stand it if I thought you’d remember this. It’s just that I broke up with Ryodan—”
Aw, shit.
“—not that you can really even call it a breakup because I knew from the beginning we weren’t really together—”
Sometimes the boss really pisses me off. We never keep a woman more than a few weeks. Human women fall in love. It’s just what they do, so you gotta be real clear from the get-go that things aren’t permanent, and Ryodan did stupid things like sometimes putting his arm around her, and the fact is, I knew all along he was just doing it to keep better tabs on Dani, ’cause we’d pretty much all do anything to watch over that kid. We been watching her for years, keeping her alive, giving her the chance to grow up. It ain’t been easy; the kid’s a handful and we all kind of wonder what kind of woman she’s gonna be one day. Can’t help it. When you live as long as we do, you find yourself in bed with women you watched get born. It’s weird and not at the same time. I know we gotta protect our own, by any means necessary, but when you’re as addictive as we are, you gotta be careful who you let in the candy store and how far. And there’s some candy you just don’t put on the shelves. Not with humans.
“I knew all along he was just keeping an eye on Dani and the abbey,” she surprises me by saying. “At first I was doing the same. Watching your back, trying to divine your secrets, decide if you were friend or foe. At least that’s what I told myself. Kat wanted someone on the inside at Chester’s and it made me feel special that she’d asked me. That he wanted me in his bed. I thought about it for all of one minute. There was no way I was going to pass up that kind of chance. Great sex on top of spying? I felt like a female James Bond.”
She gives a soft, sad laugh that ends on a sob. “I didn’t get a sidhe-seer talent like the others. I don’t have a superpower. Just this damn sticky memory that doesn’t even work because I imprint everything I see and end up with so much useless detritus in my head that I can never find anything useful. I have the meaning of every word stored up there but I don’t know the filing system. Who am I? Jo, the busy researcher. Want a fact? I can’t remember where to find it in my mind, but I can recall where I saw it well enough to know where to look.”
She flicks herself lightly in the forehead with a finger. “I don’t understand the point of my gift. It’s useless. Everyone else is out saving the world while I hole up with books and hunt for answers. I wanted to feel extraordinary. Like I was doing something for a change. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to go back to ordinary. Nothing changed at all. I just got hurt.”
She starts crying harder and I’m fucking horrified. I can’t stand tears. Not from a woman. I only know one thing to do. Kiss them away.