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  “Can I taste that too?”

  Before I can say yes, she scoots forward, leaning closer.

  “You really want to?” I’m grunting with every word because her curiosity, the fact that she said penile meatus, is making it so I’ll come at any second.

  She nods.

  So I do too. I’m about to take the drop from my dick onto my hand when she reaches out and gingerly skims her finger up my slit. I groan and shake even more.

  When she slides her finger in her mouth, I can’t stand it anymore.

  “Asha.” My voice is hoarse and cracks. I place both of my hands on my shaft, thrusting my hips to find my orgasm.

  She smiles at me. “It tastes…good.”

  And I come. My balls squeeze, my lungs are almost too hot with air that seems to sweep down into my testicles. I explode, trying to aim at my chest and stomach, twitching and jerking from my orgasm. When I close my eyes, I see her putting her finger inside her pussy, later putting her finger, coated with my precum, in her mouth. I imagine being inside her and her coming with me.

  “Oh my god,” she whispers.

  I’m really shaking and can barely open my eyes, but I do to see her.

  She’s smiling and scooting even closer, to the very edge of the bed. “That was so sexy, Ian. I could watch that again and again. That was so…wow.”

  I reach out and hang onto my bedpost, since my legs are now boneless. “I aim to please.”

  “Can I taste that too?” She points to the mess on my chest.

  I nod, only able to use jerky movements.

  She smears her finger through and pops it right into her little mouth, closing her eyes. “Mmm…” When she opens her lids, her gaze is full of desire. “That tastes good too.”

  Before I can think of something clever to say she adds, “Ian, in this bargain of ours…”

  “Yeah?”

  “What will I have to do to give you oral sex?”

  At that moment, I’m pretty sure I had an accident and am dead. I’m in heaven. Somehow, I was good enough to get in, because this angel in front of me wants to give me a blow job. She will do something for me in order to give me said job.

  Yeah, I have to be dead.

  Chapter Seventeen - Asha

  Ryder and I take another shower, cleaning up our sexy messes, while we negotiate another deal. We have to hurry to meet my sister, but after lunch, we’re going to spend all afternoon doing touristy things, getting to know the town more, and getting to know each other even better. Then tonight, after all of that, he reluctantly agrees, I can give him a blow job. The man’s a saint.

  Yeah, I realized after we made the deal that he’s getting a lot out of the bargain. But, I doubt he’ll ever know how much I’m getting out of it. I’m not sure if I’m ready for him to touch me. When he asked if he could taste me, I imagined his head between my legs, and I freaked. I don’t know why. I think Ian’s sexy. I like him. I think he’s sexy. Did I mention how he’s so sexy?

  So why I had that reaction baffles me. Discourages me.

  Then again, now that we’re dressed and running out of my apartment, which we raced to so I could wear something different, and he said it would be a good idea to bring a few extra clothes for staying over—yay!, I’m thinking about his head between my legs. And I like thinking about it. Maybe I just needed to acclimate to the idea. As I’m clutching onto him on the back of his motorcycle and we’re roaring toward the restaurant, the apex of my legs aches anew. I’m suddenly so turned on. His rumbling bike isn’t helping with the perfect amount of vibration to my sensitive clit.

  The spring sun is shining down as I lean with him when he cuts around corners. I think of him lying beside me, his hands doing what mine had done earlier. He’s circling the hard little pink nub, turning me on, making me want to open my legs more and more.

  And we’re at the restaurant, where I’m nearly panting, sweating, and wishing I could push Ryder against a nearby wall and jump him. What would his penis feel like inside me?

  “You okay?” he asks, locking my backpack, stuffed tightly with a lot of clothes and makeup and hair stuff, onto his motorcycle.

  I nod.

  He tilts his head down, looking at me. “You sure? You look…feverish.”

  I shake my head and glance at the small space between us that’s closing. It’s like we have a gravity that’s all our own. We can’t seem to stand without getting nearer and nearer to each other.

  “What’s wrong, Asha? We can call your sister and cancel.”

  I sigh. “Nothing’s wrong. I—” I smile shyly when I look back up into his warm brown eyes. “I thought about you…touching me. If you had done what I did this morning.”

  His honey brown orbs change to night black in an instant. “I want to do that.” Wow, his voice deepens and my nipples contract.

  I lick my lips. “What will I have to do for you to do that to me?”

  He blinks. “Tell me a secret.”

  I swallow and think of my biggest and ugliest. Not exactly something I’m ready to talk about.

  His gaze narrows. “Not a big secret, but something not a lot of people know.”

  God, I like him. He always makes things so easy. So easy to like him too.

  “Right now?”

  “Asha?” My sister’s voice calls out.

  Ian grins. “Maybe later.” He turns and there’s my sister.

  She’s as gorgeous as ever, if not even more so. Her hair is a perfect jet-black, and glossy, as well as straight. As a kid, I kind of hated mine for not being as dark as hers, having a lot more rebellious waves that I still haven’t figured out what to do with, and mine is nowhere near as glossy. But Ryder likes it. And that makes me feel a tad gorgeous like my sister.

  She’s a little taller than me, still thin, and wearing a navy blue pantsuit that’s somehow both intimidating yet elegant—so like my sister. And right behind her, biting one of her pierced lips, is a girl about my age with dyed black hair that’s in a severe bob, pale, pale skin with a lot of black makeup around her blue, blue eyes. She looks nervous, even though I would guess she’s usually not. I’d bet she’s usually a bad ass. Like my bad ass, Ryder, beside me.

  I hug my sister, even though Lona is weird about physical affection, and while still holding her, I grab the girl behind my sister.

  “You must be Bit,” I say while trying to embrace both of them as tight as I can.

  Instantly, the Goth girl comes alive with a wide smile and she’s hugging me back. “Yes.”

  “God, I would have been so embarrassed if you weren’t.”

  She laughs. It’s loud and carefree, and I like Bit. I can tell we’re going to be good friends.

  Then surprising me, my sister has somehow lassoed Ryder into the group hug.

  “And you must be Ian,” she says as she squeezes me harder and right into Ryder. “My sister hasn’t told me much about you, so I ran a background check.”

  I cough and sputter, looking at my sister. “You did not.”

  Ryder’s laughing, though, making me like him all the more. “Whew, I was wondering if I had to explain why my credit score wasn’t as high as I want it to be.”

  Lona chuckles. “He gets me. I like him.”

  Me too, I want to say, but I don’t.

  At lunch my sister announces her engagement to Bit, and I squeal and cry, hugging them until they can’t breathe. They’re thinking of a December wedding.

  They talk very little of wedding plans before moving on to places to see in Laramie, since they found out that Ian’s lived here for only a couple of months.

  “Do you want to be my maid of honor?” Lona whispers as Bit and Ian are talking about museums.

  I almost squeal again, but my sister places her hand over my mouth, laughing. “Thank you for your enthusiasm, Asha, but I’m going to go deaf soon.”

  When she removes her hand, I nod, tears forming in my eyes. “Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.”

  She smiles even wider
, her own eyes filling with moisture. “I didn’t think you’d react like this.”

  “Why not? You know I’m a silly romantic. And I love you and am so happy for you.”

  She blinks and looks across the table at her fiancé and Ian, who are talking about a haunted mansion we could walk through. He wags his dark brows at me but resumes talking about ghosts.

  “He’s falling in love with you.”

  I turn and glance at my obviously insane sister. “He so isn’t.”

  My sister snorts and shakes her head. “Is so.”

  “You’re crazy, lady.”

  She smiles and leans closer, whispering, “You just called yourself a silly romantic but you can’t see what I do.”

  I shake my head at her. “He’s not that kind of guy. Look at him. He’s all hard edges and tattoos.”

  “Tattoos? I like tattoos.”

  Glancing at my sister sideways, I’m not sure who it is I’m talking to. I always thought of her as one of the most clean-cut people I know. But Bit is…dark, pierced, and has a tattoo behind one of her ears that reads, “Made You Look.” She swears and my sister swears too. Further making me wonder who Lona is, she’s talking about leaving her job—a job she loves. But she’s being vague when I asked what else she wanted to do.

  Lona smiles, but the grin has turned a little sad. “I, um, I want Hon to be my other maid of honor, bride’s maid, or whatever he’d be called. If you don’t mind, that is.”

  I blink, feeling like she took a hatchet and whacked me down the center. I’m bleeding everywhere. God, I didn’t want to hurt during this lunch.

  I nod. “That’d be great.” My voice cracks and Ian glances at me, something protective and menacing flashing through his brown gaze.

  “Would it?” Lona asks, quietly. “I don’t want to ask him if you’re uncomfortable seeing him.”

  “Why would I be uncomfortable seeing my own brother?”

  She glances at Ian who’s still talking to Bit. They’re talking about Medicine Bow National Forest that’s close by.

  When my sister looks at me again, she’s forcing a smile into place. I can tell because one corner of her mouth is twitching, appearing to droop at any second.

  “Have you talked to Hon lately?”

  I shrug and glance at Bit because she’s so animated and distracting. “He hasn’t returned any of my calls for months.”

  “You should try again.”

  I sigh. “What’s the point?”

  She doesn’t answer for a long time and I finally turn back to her, her dark, dark gaze so like mine, but now filled with pain. She swallows. “You remember when you were little and the two of you were going to be doctors together?”

  I nod and make sure Ian is paying attention to only Bit. “Yes. It’s fine that he changed his mind—”

  “Ever wonder why?”

  I glance at my sister again, blinking. “Some people change their minds.”

  She leans closer. “And some people chose a different path after one is presented to them. Ever wonder why Hon is a contract lawyer? Why he’s doing a job he hates? Why it is he’s been slaving at making a huge amount of money over a short period of time? And why he’s finally ready to leave his job?”

  I dryly laugh. “No one talks to me, so how am I supposed to know?” I’m getting angry and loud, making Bit and Ian glance over the table at me, which only adds fuel to my embarrassment.

  Lona, though, coolly smiles and acts like everything’s fine until Bit and Ian talk again. Then she leans over and whispers, “Ask him. Corner him. Make Hon talk.”

  I shake my head. “That’s your way. Not mine.”

  She shakes her head. “It used to be yours, especially with him. When he was being a jerk, only you could make him stop. When he was scared, only you could give him courage. He needs you, Asha. He needs his twin. Now more than ever. Make him spill his guts to you. He needs it. I think you might need it too. But…he’s not as strong as you. He needs your strength right now. And I’m sick and tired of being the liaison between you two.”

  “I’m not making you—”

  “No, you’re not. I’ve taken on this role because I love the both of you so much it makes me crazy. But I’m done with it now. I’m going to get married to the girl of my dreams, which you know will probably creep the fuck out of our folks. So I’m going to need to preserve all of my strength for that battle.”

  I sigh, wishing I could argue about our parents, but she’s probably right.

  However…

  “You know—” I narrow my eyes at her conspiratorially, “—the one thing that could sway mom and dad’s views on lesbianism is what our tribe thinks of it.”

  She arches a black brow, a sign she’ll allow me to finish my train of thought.

  I smile. “The Cheyenne have a proud tradition of supporting their Two-Spirits.”

  “I’m not fond of the term, Two-Spirit. Or lesbian for that matter.”

  I’m getting frustrated with her not getting my point. “Okay, great. Good to know. But you know what I mean. Within a Cheyenne tribe they’d celebrate their Two-Spirit—sorry, but that term is better than berdache, don’t you think?”

  She reluctantly nods.

  “Anyway, the Cheyenne needed Two-Spirits for matchmaking. You, my sister, are a spiritual matchmaker. And Mom and Dad, in terms of their beliefs, always make being Cheyenne more important than almost anything else. So, once I talk to them about you being a Two-Spirit—sorry I keep saying it—they’ll get over their weirdness and accept you and Bit.” I smile, praying I’m right.

  She slowly grins but then pointedly looks at Ian who’s laughing at something Bit’s said. “A spiritual matchmaker, huh? So does that mean you believe me now? I see that he’s falling. He’s falling hard.”

  She turns and cockily smirks.

  And I can no longer form words.

  How the hell can she think Ian is falling for me? I mean, it’s me. I’m not the kind of girl men gush over. And I’m a tad broken too.

  Besides, it’s him. He’s not the kind of guy who would…

  I’ve been making way too many assumptions about him. So what kind of guy is he?

  Chapter Eighteen - Ryder

  After lunch, Asha and I went to the university’s geological museum. We totally geeked out. I had no idea she’d like dinosaurs. And I don’t know if it’s something I held onto from when I was a kid, but I’ve always been a little fascinated with the huge beasts and their bones. We spent hours in the museum, talking about the Paleozoic period, and sometimes talking about our childhoods, getting to know each other even more.

  We lingered so long in the museum we finally had to eat. She picked out a bistro where we had red wine that I actually liked. We joked around, ate off each other’s plates and forks, and talked the whole time. After, we went to a local bookstore, where we separated, going to the sections of the store that house our favorite genres—me thrillers, her romance. Honestly, I needed a little time without her. Because I’m falling so hard. Just a couple days with her and I’m thinking about holding her hand everywhere we go, about her sister’s wedding in the winter and if I’ll be invited, if Asha will still want me around by then.

  I didn’t mean to, but I overheard a lot of what Asha and Lona were talking about over lunch—their brother. I may not know when Asha’s going to dump me, and it might be as soon as I make love to her, but I want her to make amends with her brother. I want to see if I can encourage that. Or I could straight up manipulate her into talking to her brother again. I could make it the deal before I finally have sex with her.

  If I can keep holding out, that is.

  Jesus, it’s hard. And yes, pun intended. I want to touch Asha all the fucking time. I want to hold her, kiss her, feel what her breasts might be like in my palms. I keep replaying what happened this morning—seeing her finger, slathered with my cum, in her mouth, seeing her finger in her pussy, seeing her come. While at the museum, I wondered if I might need to use the bat
hroom to curb my enthusiasm for her. God, everything she does is…okay, it is magic. I don’t mean to quote love songs, but I guess I am. It’s just, she’s so great. She’s so funny. She’s so smart. And she’s so kind. I love how she helped a little girl stand on a box to see the stegosaurus on display. I love how she’s thoughtful to waitresses and insists on big tips. I love how people light up when they see her, even if she is a stranger to them. Her excitement for life, for living, is contagious. And more than once I saw a few guys looking at me like the lucky bastard I am.

  I can’t stay away from her long and wander to the huge romance section of the bookstore. She’s in the middle of an aisle, reading the back of a book, totally absorbed. She’s so fucking beautiful. She’s so beautiful that it always hits me like a kick to my chest. My heart and lungs hurt. I wonder if I can take a breath, if I’m dying. Then my heart starts beating too fast. And I might be panting, which I’m sure women find so sexy and not like I’m a sick stalker at all.

  I try to regulate my breathing as I come behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist because I fucking can and I’m fucking dying to.

  She jumps a little but laughs, turning and looking up at me. “Hey, I was just thinking about you.”

  There’s a middle-aged blonde woman, standing a few feet away, who’s interested in a cotton-candy pink book, smiling at us, then shyly glancing away.

  “Yeah?” I kiss Asha’s cheek and hold her tighter as she caresses my hands that are on her belly.

  “Yeah. I’m getting this book for you.”

  I arch a brow. “Really?”

  “You’d like it. It’s about this FBI agent who has to solve a cybercrime before the hacker kills her partner, who she’s kind of in love with. I think you’d like it since you said you liked thrillers.”

  “They write romance books like that?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Oh, Ian…Ian, Ian, Ian. Poor Ian. What you don’t know about romance books.”

  I laugh. “I’m guessing it’s a lot.”

  She nods. “With me, baby, you’re going to read a lot of these bad boys.”