Chapter 13 Lemon #2
He fucks me through two orgasms before slowing down.
I gasp for breath as I fall onto my elbows, staring up to where he stands between my thighs.
His big chest heaves, pale eyes locked onto mine as he moves both hands to my knees.
Spreading me wide, he stares at where he’s still buried to the hilt inside me.
His lips curl into a lascivious grin as he moves slowly out of me, then back in.
Cum drips from my slit and down my ass crack and he watches the entire thing.
“We made a mess, city girl,” he murmurs. “And I ain’t done with you yet.”
The following morning, sunshine streams through Furyon’s bedroom window, highlighting his smooth charcoal skin and the silvery tattoos covering it.
I blush, thinking back to having my mouth on every inch of him last night.
Damn, that sex was…exceptional. Connected, hot, experimental. All the best things.
“You ready for round two, city girl?” He rolls his hips as he stretches long, an obvious erection tenting the fabric over his lower half.
“Hells yeah,” I manage at the same time a sound crashes from the front room.
He and I shoot out of bed at the same time as his front door slams and a woman’s voice drifts back to us.
“Furyon! You home? I need—”
I peek out from the doorway as he throws on a pair of jeans and joins me. Right there in his living room stands a gorgeous half-dressed human woman, hair mussed as she holds a spatula in one hand.
She blanches white and throws both hands up. “Oh gods, sorry, you have company. I didn’t, I mean, I was out of pancake batter and shit. Fuck. Sorry!” She spins on her heel and dashes out the front door before either of us can say a word.
Furyon laughs and turns to me. “Didn’t get a chance to introduce you. That’s my neighbor, Tryst. Lives about ten minutes thataway.” He points toward the mountains.
I roll my shoulders, suddenly uncomfortable. Crossing my arms, I look at him. “She usually shows up half naked?”
Furyon’s eyes spring wide, then narrow. He puts both hands on his hips.
“Lemon Knox, are you jealous?” He chuckles and grips my chin.
“Tryst ain’t nothin’ but a friend. She’s a single mom, and while she’s lovely, she’s a damn mess most of the time.
I’ve known her for five years, and there’s never been a thing between us. ”
“Of course,” I say smoothly, but inside I’m a jumble of emotion. Last night was great, but he and I aren’t like…exclusive or anything.
“I should be going.” I turn into the room to grab my dress.
As I pull it on, he throws my hair up in a claw clip and zips the back of the dress. It’s sweet and it makes me feel awful.
Bending forward, he kisses my shoulder. “Don’t be upset. She don’t mean nothin’ to me romantically, and I bet a million head of cattle she won’t ever show up like that again. She’s just never known me to date.”
I spin in his arms. “Totally get it. I don’t do the miscommunication thing, Furyon. If you say she’s a friend, I believe you. I’ve just got to get home and do some things.”
His expression goes carefully guarded. “Alright, Lemon. I’ll drive you back to town.”
I hold up a hand. “No need. I’ll fly. Thank you for an amazing night.” I drag the backs of my fingers along his angular jawline. “It was…extraordinary.”
His soft smile reminds me we just talked about round two. But having seen that other woman, I’m suddenly not in the mood. It’s not rational, but I’d like a few hours to collect my thoughts.
I grab my clutch from a table by his bedroom door. “See you later? Assuming I’m not implicated in yet another crime.”
“Stay here and play with me,” he croons instead. “You’re upset. Take it out on me, city girl. Let me soothe that ache in your heart.”
“I…can’t,” I manage, stumbling through the words. What he’s offering sounds like so much more than just physical connection. It’s support, and I don’t know what that’s like from a romantic partner. I’ve never had that.
“I’m gonna go,” I repeat.
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He walks me to the door like a gentleman, and then he stands there as I flare my shadow wings wide and take off. I glance down to find him leaning against the front porch post, arms crossed as I bullet up into the sky.
I consider everything that happened last night and this morning, and then I get back to my cottage as fast as I can. I need Shadow time, stat. Flopping onto my bed, I direct my communication disk to call her.
Her hologram picks up on the first ring. Rubbing her eyes, she’s clearly still in bed, Dain’s naked purple ass visible next to her.
“Lemon, girl, you look wild. What’s going on?”
Just then, the front door to my cottage bursts open, and Oz swans in with a sheet of paper in his hand. “Lemon, tell me why The Gulch Gossip says you and Furyon were two seconds from fuc—oh! Hello.” His voice trails off when he notices Shadow’s hologram.
“Hey,” he says softly. “I’m Oz, Lemon’s Gulch bestie. Are you her city bestie?” He slides onto the bed with me, oblivious to the look I’m giving him.
I grumble as Shadow beams at him. “Does nobody in this haven announce themselves prior to entering someone else’s home?”
Shadow waves away my comment. “Scratch that. I want to hear what Oz was just about to say, and also, what the fuck is The Gulch Gossip?”
Behind her, Dain mumbles something and rolls off the bed, standing and disappearing from view. Oz and I stare at his ass as he goes.
“Good to see ya, Dain,” Oz calls out with a little giggle. He winks at me. “I’d recognize that ass anywhere.”
“Hey now,” Shadow says with a yawn. “That’s my ass now, so keep your eyeballs to yourself.”
“Noted.” Oz lifts the sheet of paper like evidence in a court case, showing it to us both. Right there in bold newspaper font, it says, “Newcomer Lemon Knox and Hometown Heartthrob Furyon Zayle Step Out in the Gourd Garden!”
“Oh gods I love the Gulch garden!” Shadow gushes as she sits upright.
She stands, naked as the day she was born, walking away from the bed.
She disappears into her closet and sits back down.
We get a view of her entire ass as she puts the disk down and grabs a silk robe.
“It’s actually what prompted me to design that new pixie pocket park down off Fourteenth. ”
“Damn, girl, you are gorgeous,” Oz mutters.
“Not your type though, I bet,” she says with a wink.
Oz blushes a darker shade of purple. “Got any brothers?”
Shadow laughs, deep throaty laughter that always sounds so joyous to me. “As a matter of fact, I do. But back to my girl… Who the hells is Furyon Zayle? Have I met him? Tell us everything.”
I look at Oz. “And how the hells is there a newspaper all about gossip? And you’re just telling me this now?”
He chuckles. “Oh, this is all Merit and Bryony’s doing, you know. Did you happen to see them yesterday?”
I slap my forehead. “Those fucking pixies.”
The entire story comes out then. Shadow and Oz pepper me with a million questions, and they don’t stop until I explain how I’ve just returned home from Furyon’s.
Shadow beams at me. “Was this human who showed up hot?”
I chuckle. “As a matter of fact, she was really pretty. But I don’t get the sense that orgies are really Furyon’s thing.”
Oz laughs and shakes his head. “Not at all. In the five months I’ve been here, plenty of monsters have tried to date him, and he’s never shown interest in anyone.
He’s super in tune with the animals, and that’s his focus, honestly.
” He rubs my arm. “Until Lemon showed up in those sparkly pink boots and got him all twitterpated!”
Shadow snaps her fingers. “Knew it! I know they’re not exactly practical, but damn if they aren’t pretty.”
Oz shrugs. “Who needs practical if you can be bedazzled?”
We share a laugh over that. Then Shadow fills me in on everything I’ve missed back home, which is a lot of sexcapades but not much else.
Amadala’s no longer talking to the minotaur she met on the girls’ trip.
Kingston’s off on a month-long vacay with some rich vampire who wants to court her.
And Shadow’s still happy as hells with Dain.
I bite the edge of my thumb. “Any news on Varitius’ daughter?”
Shadow shakes her head. “Nothing new. Apparently she’s still covered head to toe in hives.”
I groan and clap a hand over my face. What a nightmare. “I’m gonna be stuck here forever.”
Oz slaps the side of my boob. “You mean dating a hot dark elf and having a gay bestie? Yeah, what a horrible time. Take it back.”
I rest my head on his shoulder and rub his chest playfully. “Adore you, though.”
Eventually, Shadow informs us she has to pee and Dain’s calling her name. I’m jelly of their easy connection. They haven’t been dating that long, but she says he completes her. I’ve met him a few times now, and it’s true. He fucking adores her and they travel between here and Rainbow quite a bit.
I make Oz and me coffee, and we lie in my bed.
He reads me every column of The Gulch Gossip, including the one all about Furyon and my trip through the pumpkin and gourd garden.
Honestly, it’s light on detail and heavy on assumption, but I suppose that’s a small town for ya.
The city has society columns in The New York Yapper, so it’s not entirely unexpected.
I’ve been the uncomfortable subject of those a time or two.
It feels different here, though.
Here I’m starting to know people.
Here it feels more personal.