26. Riley

Chapter 26

Riley

D anny and I settled into our old familiar roles as the rest of the evening passed by. When I'd finally dragged myself back indoors, I'd expected him to make some sort of comment or come-on. To my surprise, he'd simply handed me a game controller.

We'd made room in the car for both Danny's Xbox and my PS5. The latter had been a Christmas gift from Danny, one I'd been tempted to give back for being too extravagant. I'd relented though after he'd pointed out it was as much of a gift for him as it was for me.

Everything else faded away as we completed a mission on Skyrim . We forgot about the hookups. The accident. The mating. Our fucked-up relationship. That others might be hunting for us. That we had to relocate our whole lives to Scotland for fuck knew how long.

For a few hours, none of that mattered. We were just two best friends, exchanging insults and banter as we gamed. It was like we were both on the same page for the first time in weeks. So long as we were doing this, we could pretend nothing had changed.

Eventually though, we had to return to reality. Switching off the console, I turned to Danny with a pained smile. "Guess we better get some sleep."

Danny eyes flicked from me to the bed in the corner. "I know I joked earlier, but I will sleep on the sofa if you want."

I snorted, gesturing at the tiny couch. Unsurprisingly, Harlow had gone for style over substance. "There's no way you can fit on that. I'm amazed it's held our combined weight for this long."

He shrugged. "Well, the floor then. I've certainly slept on worse."

"Get in the fucking bed, Danny."

He moved before I could blink, his big hand curling around the back of my neck. My heart stuttered as his breath hit my lips. "If you insist, princess."

Just as fast, he was gone, striding for the bathroom and leaving me confused.

Confused and horny. Maybe I should tell him to sleep on the floor.

Except you don't want to, my traitorous brain whispered. You want to wrap yourself around him like a sloth and never let him go.

Technically, that wasn't true. I'd let him go if he was going to roll me over and fuck me through the mattress.

My dick twitched, almost like it was nodding. Trying to tell me this was an excellent way forward.

It was no good. If I wanted to avoid confusing things any further, I was going to have to take care of this…situation.

The shower was running in the en-suite, Danny belting out a Caffeine Daydreams song. I smiled as I shook my head, always bemused by his talent. Was there anything Danny couldn't do?

Knowing we'd only be here for the night, we hadn't bothered unpacking. Opening my suitcase, I shoved my hand right to the bottom. Unzipping the secret compartment, I slipped out the two things I'd managed to hide in there while Danny had been packing the other stuff into the car.

Wrapping them in my towel, I waited impatiently for Danny to finish in the bathroom. The whole time, I tried very hard not to think about the fact that he was naked on the other side of that wall.

I tried, but I failed.

By the time he finally emerged, once again with the towel on his hair, I was practically vibrating with lust. Danny must've felt it in the bond, because his cock was fully hard between his legs. He rubbed at his hair slowly, his eyes hooded as he stared at me. "You need something, Ry?"

"Nope," I squeaked, jumping to my feet. With my phone in one hand and the towel in the other, I went to squeeze past him. Danny put one muscled forearm up against the doorframe, blocking my path.

"Sure, princess?" he said huskily. Heat was pouring off him in waves. "Because I can give you anything. Everything. Whatever you want."

My paper-thin resolve was weakening by the second. But I had a plan. "Nope. I'm good."

Disappointment flashed through the bond, but Danny's lips tugged up on one side in a lazy grin. "Suit yourself, Ry."

I ducked under his arm, my cheeks aflame. Shutting the door behind me, I made sure to turn the lock.

There was an indignant huff. "I'm not going to force my company on you, Riley."

I didn't answer. I couldn't admit out loud that the lock wasn't to keep him out.

It was to keep me in.

You could just go out there. Take what you both clearly want. Just do it.

Nope. I could do this. I had a plan.

And, for once, it wasn't an idiotic one.

Turning the shower on, I stripped quickly. My hands were shaking as I opened my towel, revealing the two items I'd stashed there.

Lube, and my trusty dildo complete with suction cup. It was a combination that had got me through dry spells in the past, and it was damned well going to work for me now too.

I navigated to my favourite porn site and clicked on a video. Muting it, I propped my phone against the shampoo on the side of the bath, well out of reach of the shower spray. I climbed into the shower, lube in one hand, dildo in the other. It was a pain, keeping my glasses on in the shower, but I needed the visual stimulus. Otherwise I'd be getting off thinking of Danny.

That wouldn't do. Not if I wanted to stick to my guns while I tried to give myself time to figure out what I wanted in the long term.

Keeping my head out of the water, I watched the video out of the corner of my eye as I suctioned the cup to the side of the wall. Two muscled guys were kissing languidly on a bed, not rushing to the main event.

I squeezed the lube into my hand with a huff. For fuck's sake, trust the first video I'd clicked on to be a romantic one. Where was a good old fuck in the woods when you needed one?

Danny would fuck you in the woods if you asked him.

Ignoring that, I concentrated on working myself open. I wasn't as careful or thorough as I usually was, too desperate to feel something inside me. Something that would make me forget the temptation that lay on the other side of the locked door.

Like he could hear me, a message flashed up on my screen.

Danny

I know what you're doing, princess

Gritting my teeth, I worked myself up to three fingers. In the bond, I could feel lust firing. Was Danny touching himself? Or was it just because he knew what I was doing?

you could've done this out here. i wouldn't have minded. i could've kept my hands to myself

I smirked as I lined the dildo up against my hole and sank down slowly. There was no way Danny could've kept his hands to himself while I rode a dildo in front of him.

Even worse, I wouldn't have wanted him too. Hence the lock.

Another message flashed up.

okay, that's a lie. i would've touched you…unless you told me not to

A loud groan fell from me as I began to bounce on my dildo. I stared at the phone, not for the video, but waiting for the next inevitable message.

are you jerking yourself off? or did you sneak a dildo into the case when I wasn't looking?

My movements stuttered for a moment before I resumed my pace. Fucker knew me far too well.

omg you did, didn't you? You're riding your fucking dildo in the shower

my cock would get the job done much better

but fine, use your toy instead

if you think I'm not going to get myself off imagining you riding it then you're insane

"Yes," I moaned loudly, pinching my nipple as the slippery silicone filled me over and over. "Do it."

Danny's response was instant.

fuck princess

i can hear you

moan for me, Ry

I knew he was touching himself now. I could feel his orgasm drawing nearer through the bond, beckoning my own to join his. "Yes, oh fuck, touch yourself."

i am, princess

I fucked myself faster, giving up all pretence of thinking of anything else. In my mind, it was Danny behind me. Danny I was riding. Suddenly this wasn't enough. I was missing the size of him stretching me, his capable hands on my hips, his lips against my neck, his legs brushing against mine.

It wasn't enough, but I couldn't stop. I was too close.

My hand wrapped around my cock, tugging harshly. My screen lit up with a message.

say my name Ry

say it

please princess

"Danny!" His name tore from my throat as my orgasm slammed through me. Through the bond, I felt Danny join me. I knew without hearing it that he'd come with my name on his lips.

The realisation didn't hit me until the waves of heady desire faded. I'd locked myself away to avoid having sex with Danny.

Somehow though, I'd managed to do just that.

Don't overthink it , I told myself as I washed up. It doesn't need to mean anything.

That might've worked if not for the bond. There was no hiding from the lazy contentment that Danny was feeling. He wasn't confused or worried about what we'd just done.

He was happy. Thrilled that we'd gone there, albeit in a roundabout way.

I took my time in the shower, going through my pre-bedtime routine at a snail's pace. It wasn't that I didn't want Danny to be happy—on the contrary, his happiness meant everything to me. It was the thought of when that happiness ended, that's what I was afraid of.

Where would that leave me then?

When I finally opened the door, Danny was sat up in bed, the band of his pyjama bottoms peeking out from the top of the duvet. No evidence existed of what had happened between us.

"Ready?" Danny chirped, throwing back the duvet for me to get in. "It's super comfy, which makes sense, given it's Harlow's."

Relief flooded me as I realised Danny wasn't going to make a big thing out of what had happened. "Yeah, can't really picture him slumming it, to be honest."

Popping my glasses on the bedside table, I slid into the bed beside Danny, turning on my side so I was facing him. Danny flicked off the lamp before mirroring my pose. "Did you know Bailey persuaded him to go camping once?"

"No." My lips twisted up in delight. "Tell me everything. "

Danny chuckled before diving into the story. I listened avidly as he spilled every drop of tea.

By the time he was done, my sides were aching from laughing. "On what planet did Harlow think that tying it to a tree would save it?"

"I've got no idea." Danny wiped tears of laughter from his cheeks with the back of his hand. "But suffice to say, Bailey hasn't suggested camping again. How Harlow ever coped in Hell is beyond me."

I snorted. "Are you kidding? Harlow probably had the most lavish of suites down there with a horde of demons ready to wait on him hand and foot. Gluttony is a sin, don't forget. If you know how to work the system, which Harlow obviously does, I imagine you can make the most of it."

"True." Danny smiled, his face blurry. Without my glasses on, I couldn't pick out his features in any detail, but that didn't matter. I could picture every facet of his face without difficulty. The sharp lines of his jaw. His Roman nose. The dimples in his cheeks. All of it was as familiar to me as the face that looked back at me in the mirror.

Why was I so afraid of it? Why couldn't I let him in?

"Stop thinking," Danny said softly, cupping my face. "No more thinking tonight. I forbid it."

My lips quirked. "You forbid it?"

"Yup." He put his hand over my eyes. "Go to sleep."

"You really think doing this is going to make me sleep."

"Yup," he repeated, shoving his calf between mine. "It's magic. Just you watch."

Idiotic man, I thought drowsily, his hand still over my eyes.

It was the last thought I had before drifting off to sleep.