A Little Harmless Fantasy(19)

He wasn’t a Dom who liked a pushover. He didn’t know many Doms or Dominatrixes who liked a sub who didn’t present a challenge.

“I can hear those little wheels turning in your head,” Zee said without looking up from his computer.

“What?”

“She didn’t say anything. So, it’s a no go.”

“No, saying nothing does not mean no. It means she hasn’t decided. Or maybe she wants to wait until we get there.”

With an aggravated sigh, Zee leaned back. “Will you stop talking about it? Bloody hell.”

The outburst surprised and delighted Rory. Zee held onto his emotions too tightly. If this is what Maura did for him, it was a welcome change for the two of them.

Rory smiled. “Sorry, love, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Well, neither can I. You aren’t making it any better.”

Rory jumped up from his seat. “Maybe we should check on her. She’s been asleep for awhile.”

Zee rolled his eyes. “Stop.”

He knew that tone. Zee’s temper was getting the best of him. It had nothing to do with anger though. No, that had to do with his frustration…and with Maura. He knew Zee wanted it as bad as Rory did. That was a very good sign.

“It won’t hurt to ask.”

Zee shook his head. “Leave her alone. Didn’t you see how tired she was? She was barely making it across the tarmac. She’s been under a lot of stress.”

“And what is better stress relief than sex?” he asked.

He meant it as a joke but even Rory heard the dark need in his voice. Zee gave him a dismissive glance, then looked back to his work.

“You need to give her space. She’s not like you. Maura is more like me.”

He frowned. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Zee tapped a few more keys, then looked up at him. It was easy for Rory to see the irritation in his lover’s eyes. It was a rare day when one of them hid their emotions any more. “She doesn’t rush into anything. Maura has always thought things through. If she hasn’t decided to spend the week as ours, then you have to give her the space to decide. If you crowd her into a corner, there is a good chance she’ll shut the whole fucking thing down. It’s the way she responds to things like that.”

He grunted while Zee went back to work. For a few moments, he watched him work. Zee had always intrigued him, even before he had known either of them were bisexuals. Even after all these years, the need to have Zee in his life overwhelmed everything else he wanted. It only took him ten years to really get his shit together, but once he realized it, Rory didn’t want to wait any longer. He had been lucky that Zee had welcomed him back. There would be consequences if he fucked it up this time. Rory was pretty sure Zee would never speak to him again if he did.

He glanced toward the door to the back of the airplane again. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman this much. He had been attracted to others. There was something so…soft about women. He liked the way they felt, the way they smelled, and God, he loved to watch a sub when she finally gave into him. But…there was an edge this time. The lust was on level with what he felt for Zee when they first got together. It was odd, but Rory figured it was because Zee wanted her and he wanted to be the one who gave her to him.

“I tell you what. I’ll peek in on her, make sure she doesn’t need anything.”

Before Zee could stop him, Rory opened the door. He knew better than wait for Zee. He moved like an old man. Coming from a man who was a Dom, that meant a lot. Rory knew how to control his emotions and his needs, but Zee had his own issues. He overthought everything, and it was one of their main problems.

He heard Zee following him, but Rory ignored him. The door opened silently and Rory found her snuggled beneath the covers. She looked so…contented. There was a quality to her that he couldn’t seem to figure out. The woman was sexy, but there was something that seemed so…untouched. Zee didn’t kiss and tell, but if she kept Zee occupied—and still had him interested—she liked to let loose in bed. God, she was so fucking irresistible.

She sighed in her sleep and he felt a little tap in his chest. It was like something had pulled on his heart. Zee was right. Looking at her face it was easy to see the dark smudges beneath her eyes. He was going to back away and let her sleep, but she shifted in her sleep and then her eyelashes fluttered, then her eyes opened. God, she was gorgeous. Her hair was a mess, her face flush

Her lips curved. Something tightened in his test.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey, yourself.”

She blinked. He didn’t blame her. Desire threaded over one of his syllables.