The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 564

Chapter 564: 564 | Just Like Mommy Showed You

"Forty-three minutes." Sloane crossed her arms under her chest, which did things to the tank top that I was definitely not supposed to notice in front of her mother but absolutely did. "Forty-three minutes I sat there being the bigger person. I counted. Every single minute."

"Your patience is appreciated and noted."

"My patience is exhausted and you owe me." She looked at me. The bond between us pulsed warm, a mixture of jealousy and want and something softer underneath that she’d never admit out loud. "How many times?"

"What?"

"How many times did she make you come."

I glanced at Diane. Diane was watching this exchange with the expression of someone who’d known this conversation was coming and had made her peace with it approximately eleven days ago.

"Three," I said.

"Three." Sloane’s jaw tightened. The competitive edge I knew so well flared in her eyes. "In two hours and forty-three minutes."

"Time flies."

"Time flies when you’re busy ruining my mother’s sheets, apparently." She stalked closer to the bed, and the bond lit up with something hungry and possessive that had nothing to do with competition anymore. "Move over."

"Sloane," Diane said, but there wasn’t any actual objection in her voice.

"You got your time. Now I get mine. And I’m not leaving just because you’re tired." Sloane climbed onto the bed, knee between my legs, and looked down at me with an expression I’d seen exactly once before, the night the three of us had first done this. "Fair’s fair."

"Is that what this is? Fair?"

"This is me being done waiting." She leaned down and kissed me hard enough to taste, her tongue sliding against mine, her body pressing into me with the weight of someone who’d spent two hours and forty-three minutes imagining exactly this.

The bond flooded open between us. I felt everything she’d been suppressing, the jealousy and the want and the desperate need to confirm I was real, and underneath all of it the same fear that had lived in Diane’s eyes, the same counting of breaths, the same terrible certainty that she’d almost lost something she couldn’t bear to lose.

When she pulled back we were both breathing hard.

"I’m not done with you," Diane said from beside us. Her voice had recovered some of its usual smoothness, but her eyes were dark as they watched Sloane straddle my hips. "I hope you realize that, sugar. I’m just resting."

"You’ve been resting for forty-three minutes."

"Recovery takes time at my age."

"You don’t have an age. You have an Aspect that makes aging irrelevant."

"Semantics."

Sloane rolled her hips against me and I felt myself stir again. Her eyes went wide when she felt it.

"Already?"

"I heal fast. Remember?"

"I remember you almost dying and now I remember you getting hard again thirty seconds after I touched you." She ground down again, slow, and the thin fabric of her shorts did nothing to hide how wet she already was. "That’s unfair."

"Life’s unfair. You’ve met your mother."

"Don’t mind me," she said. "I’m just observing." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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