Chapter 91

Jordan’s coughing and hacking session was even louder, this time, and Natalie winced as she watched their friends sleeping nearby. Nobody had woken. That was some sort of miracle. Her illusion had, once again, helped keep them safe. Natalie had gotten way too involved to have been capable of keeping quiet.

She sat there, surrounded by the eerie environment of the Wispwood, looking at her coughing friend, her wet, growing-soft dick, and the camp of her delving team, not a dozen feet away, who could have at any moment woken and seen Natalie slapping her hips into Jordan’s face.

That probably hadn’t been the greatest idea.

Cheeks heating, Natalie tucked her equipment away, then knelt down next to Jordan, who was still recovering. Natalie had gotten pretty enthusiastic at the end. Jordan had clearly not been fully able to handle it, for all that she’d reciprocated eagerly.

“Uh,” Natalie said. “Sorry about that, Jay.”

“Sorry?” Jordan asked between coughs and clearings of her throat. “You mean how you used my throat like an actual toy?”

“Um.”

“Though, it is,” Jordan said. “It is your toy. But I’m new to this, yeah?”

“Sorry,” she repeated, face blazing.

“It’s fine. That was fun.” More cleared throats. “Definitely not the best strategy for keeping quiet,” she glanced toward their friends, “but I like seeing you lose control.”

“Your turn?”

“No, that’s okay. Tonight was just for you.”

“Really?”

“I can wait till we’re not in the dungeon. We’re already pushing our luck.” Another glance. “The sound dampening was pretty good, but you were having some fun. What happened to having some restraint, like I told you?”

Natalie blushed. “When it’s you, I can’t help myself.” She really, genuinely didn’t stand a chance.

The response had a blush appearing on Jordan’s own cheeks. Natalie would have figured it would’ve been the violent throat-fucking and degrading talk that would have colored her friend’s cheeks, but apparently not—just a simple statement that Natalie couldn’t help herself around her.

“Well,” Jordan said. “Try harder, next time.”

They returned to sitting on the log. Jordan still needed to clear her throat, here and there. Natalie had done a number on it.

“I shouldn’t keep you up any longer,” Jordan said. “You need to get some sleep.”

“No rush.”

“It’s fine. Long day ahead of us.” Jordan sent a sideways look her way. “Do I get a goodnight kiss?”

Natalie’s heart skipped. Kissing was hardly something rare between the two of them, but it was always in the middle of their ... heated events. Or at most, directly after. But they’d already cooled down.

That said, Natalie was hardly going to say no.

She scooted closer, then cupped Jordan’s cheek with one hand. Leaning in, she captured her friend’s lips with her own. They kissed. Not desperate and impassioned like most times before, but soft and gentle. Exploring. Her lips were tender and yielding beneath Natalie’s, but with a surprising strength beneath the surface. Jordan had always been like that. Her rock.

The kiss had a warm glow suffusing her, intoxicating and radiating, spreading from deep in her chest and across her entire body. A sensation that said everything was right in the world. An almost overwhelming contentment. Or something more. Something she couldn’t afford to look too closely at, but which she basked in nonetheless.

Finally, they pulled apart. For a while, they panted at each other, exploring each other’s eyes but not saying anything.

“Okay,” Jordan said, lips quirking. “Good night, then.”

“Good night,” Natalie echoed.

There weren’t any awkward looks from Sofia, Ana, or Liz come morning, so miraculously, they hadn’t been found out. Her sound barrier had held, at least when combined with how they’d all been sleeping like rocks, exhausted from the previous day.