Myths and Gargoyles Jamie Hawke (i read a book .TXT) 📖

a hand on my knee. “Dear, Jack… You would never have anything to worry about. He’s all muscle—”

“Not helping.”

She rolled her eyes. “Women who’ve lived as long as we have don’t care about how muscular a man is.”

“Though, our man is looking sexier lately, you have to admit,” Elisa said.

Red even grinned at this, and nodded.

“I like muscle,” Sharon chimed in. “But Heracles-level muscle? Yuck. It’d be like fucking an animal, you know?”

“Right.” Pucky glared at them. “As I was trying to say, there’s a lot more than muscle and horse-cock that we care about. Maybe we’ve each gone through that phase, but…”

“That big?” Red asked, an eyebrow arched.

Pucky blushed. “Oh, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You said it was just a kiss!” Elisa pointed out.

“It was—because he whipped it out. Fuck that. A guy doesn’t just whip it out with me unless I ask him to. Fucking animal.”

“Are we talking, like…” Red held out her hands, almost a foot apart.

“Oh God.” I turned, not wanting to hear this part, especially. While they’d clearly been enjoying me in bed, a foot long was definitely not something I could boast about. Maybe I’d hit seven inches once when I was really, really excited, but come on.

“Yeah, about,” Pucky said. “But that’s when I stepped away. As I said, not a gentleman. Not like you,” she squeezed my leg again, and then lifted her hand to my chin and pulled me back to face her. “Don’t do that. You’re sexy as hell, and me seeing some nasty dick that just happens to be humongous doesn’t change a damn thing. You don’t think you please me? Fuck that, I know that you know you do. You know?”

“As much as I agree,” Red said, “even without having… tried it on, or in,” she shared a chuckle with Elisa, “I have to say the whole insecurity thing is a bit of a bummer. Can we flip that around? Focus on the fact that you have all of us fooling around with you in some form or another, and not a one of us seems to mind?”

Of course she was right, but before I could say so, Sekhmet almost choked on her drink.

“Wait, you’re all fucking him?” she asked.

“Well…” Pucky shrugged, and Red couldn’t help but smile. Elisa nodded like it wasn’t a big deal. I took a sip of my beer, hoping it would hide the fact that I felt totally exposed here.

“And when do I get in on this?”

Now it was my turn to nearly choke. “What?”

Red turned too. “Are you serious?”

“Ten thousand years in a tomb can give you such a crick in the—oh, who am I kidding, it hasn’t been that long, but still. I could use a good lay, even if he has a teenie weenie.”

I took big chug of my beer.

“Not teeny,” Pucky said in my defense.

“A very nice cock, actually,” Elisa said. “I’ve painted it—it’s gorgeous.”

My eyes went wide, focused on the bubbles in the mug.

“Even better,” Sekhmet said. “Where do I sign up?”

“It’s kind of a members-only thing,” Red explained. “Right now you’re our guide, doing so for a price. You join up, become a full-fledged Myth on team Protector, we can talk.”

“The boy doesn’t speak for himself?”

“The man,” I corrected her, “does, but agrees whole-heartedly with my team.” Maybe I was feeling emboldened by their nice compliments and coming to the defense of my package, I don’t know, but also didn’t want to offend her. “Not that it wouldn’t be… nice, I imagine. I mean, I wouldn’t imagine, because it’s not like that—I’m not just a dildo you use whenever you want.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t get it,” Sekhmet admitted.

“It’s like a relationship,” Pucky said. “Only, we’re all involved. And… we kind of have to agree on new parts of the relationship.”

“All of you?” Sekhmet turned to Sharon, then Red, knowingly.

“Some of us… took more time to come around,” Red answered, and held out a hand, which Sharon stared at for a moment, then kinda high-fived. I was pretty sure that’s not what Red was going for, but she smiled and turned to me with a grin. A second later, I felt a foot running up my leg.

Really? Being questioned about all this was turning her on?

“Well, you all are strange,” Sekhmet said, and her head jerked over to Bastet. “No, you wouldn’t get to—sorry.” After a moment, she said, “Fine, I’ll ask. Jack, if we were on the team, would—”

“Not funny,” Elisa said, petting Bastet. “Sorry, but you have to break your curse before even getting to talk about this stuff.”

Bastet hissed at her and jumped from the table, slinking away.

“She’s never been so rejected,” Sekhmet said, and then laughed. “We’re just fucking with you.”

“Wait, now that I think about it,” I said, turning to Elisa. “If it’s a curse…?”

“A way of breaking it?” Sekhmet asked, guessing where this was going. “We’ve tried plenty, and at this point Bastet doesn’t even want to bother.”

“Yeah, but—” I started to protect, only to be shut down by a look from Elisa.

“If you ever want to try, we can,” Elisa said. “Breaking curses is one of my specialties.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know.” Sekhmet leaned back, looking me over with a devilish grin. “Seriously, Jack… Jack’s ladies. Think about it—one good time with me before I go on my way, after we find your King Arthur, of course.”

Elisa smiled kindly and Pucky rolled her eyes, but Red took a moment to look Sekhmet over, while Sharon was merely staring at me, seemingly trying to see what I thought of the whole thing. I stared back.

“It’s not weird for you?” she finally asked.

“For me?” I gulped, went for my beer, but she put her hand on it.

“Yeah. While we’re on the subject—when I first grabbed you, on the stairs… you didn’t resist. Now this—at what point does it become weird for you? Too much?”

I thought about that. I mean really gave the question my attention. “It’s already weird, but in