Chapter 17
Yasmine
Maybe hearing that she was probably just like everyone else who was struggling to find their happily-ever-after was supposed to be a good thing, but right now, it didn’t feel like it. And she didn’t know why.
It didn’t feel as if Zeus was making fun of her, but she still wanted to kick him.
Sadly, she also still wanted to fuck him.
Even as she found his blasé attitude about her curse infuriating, it was also hot how little he cared about the possible repercussions.
Most of the time, she didn’t tell guys about the curse until the relationship had run its course.
A few had already known about it beforehand because they went to The Outlands, but they’d wanted to try with her, anyway.
Or so they’d said. The third one had been suspiciously eager to date her and find his real happily-ever-after.
Which was why she’d done nothing but scene, no strings attached, at the club ever since she and Mason didn’t work out.
And there was a prime example of the curse, but she didn’t want to give Zeus too many details about the guy who had planned to marry her in case he realized exactly who she was talking about.
At the moment, Zeus didn’t seem to realize there was any connection between them except Sarah, and she had a feeling if she wanted to get laid, she needed to keep it that way.
Maybe it wouldn’t bother him that she’d been engaged to Mason, but maybe it would.
Either way, not something she wanted to risk if she wanted to have some fun tonight.
“Come on,” she said, finishing off the last bite of cake and getting to her feet haughtily. “We need to wash off our masks.”
After which, it was either going to be more gay hockey, or she was going to throw herself at him. It really could go either way at this point. Really, both seemed like good options.
Zeus followed her to the bathroom, though she didn’t fool herself into thinking she was the one leading.
If he’d wanted to take charge, he could have.
She could feel him at her back, a large, looming presence that made her spine tingle.
It was honestly a bit unnerving, even as her pulse picked up.
Having him behind her like this… made her want to run.
In a fun way.
Run and be chased and caught…
Down girl. Stop letting the fantasies get away from you.
It wasn’t like she knew whether he would even be into that.
But man, it would be hot if he was.
Yasmine got one of her soft washcloths and wet it under the sink.
“Sit down,” she said, gesturing at the toilet, since it was the only place to sit. With a slightly bemused look, Zeus sat. She bet he wasn’t used to being bossed around.
Even if he wasn’t a Dom, the confidence he had made him move through the world like one. He was probably used to being in charge in the bedroom, even if he wasn’t kinky. At least, that’s how he acted.
Wouldn’t it be funny if it was all a front, and he was actually subby, too?
Maybe that’s why he kept pulling back at crucial junctures—he needed her to make the first move.
This would be a one-night thing if that was the case, but Yasmine still wasn’t against it.
Disappointing sex might actually be a good thing because that would be the final nail in the coffin of making sure they never dated, and she never got her hopes up.
With a final swipe, Yasmine finished cleaning off Zeus’ head. He did look a little shinier now. And without all the weird mask goop no longer hiding his face, there was no more hiding how hot he was.
Now, she didn’t know whether or not to hope he was bad in bed. Because while it might help her overall agenda if he was… what a waste that would be.
“Your turn,” he said, getting to his feet. Yasmine tipped her head back to look up at him, frowning.
“I can do it myself.”
“Sit.” He pivoted, and Yasmine found herself moving, even though she’d meant to stand her ground.
Okay, if he was subby in any way, it was very well hidden.
The look he gave her when the toilet was finally behind her had her bending her knees. The porcelain lid was warm, even through her sweats, from where he’d been sitting. Yasmine folded her hands primly on her lap as she lifted her chin to watch him get the other washcloth wet.
His hands were gentle but firm and thorough as he cleaned the mask off her face.
With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see what was coming, but she could feel the swipes of the cloth over her skin, then his hand cupping the underside of her chin so he could move her head where he wanted to finish the job.
Her skin tingled in response, and she pressed her thighs together as the needy ache between them intensified.
There was something sexy about having someone take care of washing off her face.
It was intimate in a way that washing his off hadn’t been.
Maybe because she’d never let anyone do this for her before, not even one of her girl friends.
But Zeus had gotten bossy, and she’d folded like the good little subbie she was.
Which was a turn on.
She didn’t just automatically do that for everyone.
The cloth moved away, and Yasmine opened her eyes, looking directly up into his. Zeus was studying her intently, possibly looking for any last bits of the mask, but also as if he was memorizing her face. Her expression. Reading into it far more than felt comfortable.
But with the way he was cupping her chin, she couldn’t avert her gaze and try to hide, and it made her want to whimper as her pulse kicked up another notch. She didn’t want to squirm while sitting on a toilet seat—what if it creaked?!—but it was really difficult not to.
When he leaned forward, her eyes closed, and she felt her whole body pulse in response to his closeness.
The touch of his lips against hers was firm.
Sure. His fingers didn’t dig into her chin, but he did hold her tightly in place as their lips parted and his tongue slid between them.
Part of her brain wailed at the idea of their first kiss happening while she was sitting on a toilet, even if the lid was down, but another part of her knew it was for the best. There was no way to romanticize this.
She would never have accepted a first kiss in this situation with a guy she thought she could have a future with.
Which was what made it the perfect first kiss for her and Zeus.
When he lifted his head from hers, he pulled her with him to a standing position and quickly wrapped one arm around her to help her balance and keep her pressed against him. He was hard all over, and she felt heat flush through her cheeks, then right back down to her core.
“So dating is off the table. How do you feel about fucking?”
Need lanced through her body. But she hesitated.
“A little weird about doing it in Sarah’s house,” she admitted.
A slow smile spread over his lips.
“Good thing I live right next door.”
Zeus
They left Hope at Sarah’s, with Tiger for company. The two dogs had settled comfortably on the couch together, and although Tiger had lifted his head when Zeus and Yas had gone to the front door, he hadn’t jumped up to join them.
As soon as Zeus got Yas into his own home, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her the way he’d really wanted to in the bathroom.
Hard.
Hot.
Needy.
Up against the wall, so when he rocked his hips forward, she could feel the stiff length of his cock pressing into her softness.
Yas moaned against his mouth, hands lifting to wrap around his neck, her tongue dueling with his as the kiss deepened.
Sliding his hands down her waist, feeling the wall against the back of his fingers, he moved down to cup her bottom and lifted.
She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to effectively pin her in place while he ravaged her mouth.
Turning on his heel, he carried her through the front room and down the hall, kicking the door of his bedroom fully open as he went inside.
She lifted her head to look around, hands clasped on the back of his neck, lips swollen from his kiss, and curiosity in her gaze.
Not that she got to see much before he tipped her back onto his bed.
Yas fell with an adorable little squeak as gravity pulled her down, unlocking her legs from around his hips as she went.
When she hit the mattress, her breasts moved underneath the thin fabric of the t-shirt.
Her nipples were hard and easily visible as the t-shirt draped across her chest, and the hem fell above the waistband of her pants, revealing a thin strip of skin between her top and bottom.
Wide-eyed, she stared up at him with eager anticipation.
Her legs were still on either side of his body, though he stood between her calves now, her ankles resting on his hips.
“Does the underwear match the outerwear?” he asked, teasing, as he began to slide his hands under her shirt and push it upward.
Yas scowled at him.
“No, but only because I don’t have any underwear that’s this bad,” she retorted. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Because Zeus wasn’t a dreamer; he was a planner. He liked Yas. He wanted to date Yas and see where it went. But it would be best if she just thought she was using him for his body to start. He didn’t want to scare her off, and she seemed like she might startle easily right now.
So, he continued to unwrap his present for the evening.
The underwear definitely did not match the outerwear.
The bra she was wearing was unlined, black satin and lace, cupping her breasts with expensive and attractive luxury.
Yasmine lifted her upper back so he could pull the t-shirt all the way off.
The juxtaposition of sexy lingerie with oversized sweats was surprisingly arousing.
Although that might be more due to the woman who was wearing the outfit.
“Very nice,” he murmured, bending over her. Cupping her breasts, he squeezed them gently as his mouth covered one nipple, the silky satin and lace rubbing against his tongue.
Yas moaned, arching her back, her fingers landing on his shoulders and gripping as her legs curled around his body again, holding him bent over her.
He squeezed her breasts tighter, dragging his teeth along the tender nub in his mouth, sucking hard.
The resulting whimper she made went straight to his cock, which pulsed in response.
Pinching her other nipple between his fingers, he rolled it, making her whimper again as the silk and lace rubbed against it.
His cock was hard as a rock, but he ignored it for now because he wanted to take his time and play.
Yas might or might not be kinky, but she was incredibly responsive and clearly enjoying what he was doing to her.
Lifting his head, he admired the wet spot he’d left on her bra before switching sides and giving her other nipple the same treatment while she gasped and squirmed against him. Her nails dug into his shirt, sharp pinpricks, as she tugged at him.
He ignored the pull, continuing to focus on her breasts.
Yanking the fabric down, he kept the cups in place, helping hold her breasts high on her chest as he used his hands, fingers, and teeth to stimulate the sensitive flesh.
They were a small handful, her nipples nice and plump, just right for squeezing the mounds in his palms and pinching the tiny buds between his fingers.
Finally, he started kissing his way down her stomach, letting his tongue trace little circles on her skin. Her legs opened enough to let him in until he was kneeling in place between her thighs.
When he got to the waistband of her sweatpants with his mouth, he finally moved his hands down, abandoning her breasts, and glanced up along the long length of her. Her eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening, gaze zeroing in on him.
“Do the panties match?” he asked, hooking his fingers through the waistband.
She scowled at him.
“Yes.” Her tone was pouty again, almost as if she was mad at herself for wearing a matching set. Which, she probably was. He wondered if it had occurred to her that she clearly did it for herself, not for the guys she dated.
Fucking adorable.
“Good. I like this set.”
She huffed, but he could see the little curve of her lips. Even if she was annoyed at him saying so, he could see that it made her want to smile.
Now, to get on with making her scream out his name with pleasure, so when he suggested they keep doing this, she wouldn’t turn him down.