Sleet 3 - Sleet Banshee by Tilly S J

Author:Tilly, S J. [Tilly, S J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798526306096
Google: oKqGzgEACAAJ
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC - Kdp
Published: 2021-06-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

SEBASTIAN

W atching Banshee sway her ass around the museum for the past hour has left me in a constant state of hardness. I don’t know what it is about this girl that just completely zaps my brain, but I can’t get my shit together when I’m with her.

I’ve been trailing Meghan through the dinosaur exhibit like a horny shadow. Getting close to her whenever I can. Reading over her shoulder. Sniffing her hair. You know, normal shit.

If I was an actual adult, and not a man-child, I’d just sit her down and talk to her.

I like Meghan. I like spending time together. And I definitely want to spend more time with my cock buried deep inside of her. And unless I’m reading this entirely wrong, I think she’s down for all that too.

But I haven’t asked her. Because I’m a giant pussy.

I’m not worried she’ll slap me when I tell her I want to fuck her again. But I think there’s a good chance she’ll smack me when I tell her I don’t want a relationship. It’s nothing personal, I just don’t have the time right now. Or the desire to mess up good sex with a bunch of complicated feelings. And as chill as Banshee is, she’s still a female. In my experience, even when that conversation goes okay, in the end it all crashes and burns.

Fuck buddies. That’s what I do.

I think Megs and I would make great buddies. But what if I ask and end up ruining what we do have? I think I’ll stick with ignorance is bliss for as long as possible.

Banshee’s laugh pulls me out of my daydream, and I find her in the next room standing in front of a large display.

Walking up behind her, I see we’re in the Early Man exhibit.

“What’s so funny?”

“This guy,” she points to the life-size primitive male in front of her. “He looks just like my college boyfriend.”

I look at the figure and feel a wave of discomfort. It takes me a moment to place the feeling, and I’m disgusted when I realize that I’m feeling jealousy. Towards him. The fucking plaster-filled prehistoric man. I really do need to take looking for a therapist more seriously.

Meghan moves down to a display showing a group of males hunting a wooly mammoth.

She starts to read aloud, “… while their hunting skills sharpened throughout the centuries, language as we know it didn’t evolve until a couple hundred thousand years later.”

“Interesting,” I murmur.

She shrugs. “Figures. Oral skills don’t seem to be all that important to the males I’ve known.”

I feel my growl more than I hear it as I press the front of my body against her back. For a split second, she tenses, before she melts into me.

“Banshee.” I lean in and press my nose into her hair, taking a deep inhale. “You should’ve worn a dress.”

I have so many mixed emotions right now. I don’t want to think about her with other men. But I’m happy they sucked at pleasing her, because I can’t stand the thought of her coming on someone else’s face.

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