Connor
"I never took you to be a bottom," Denny snickered as we walked down the sidewalk with Hamish. We were on our way to a museum that Hamish was insistent we visit since he saw it on the hotel brochure.
Hamish's neck nearly cracked from how hard he turned to look at me, "I hope a 'bottom' is not what I think it is. If so, grow some balls Connor. Take things by the helm."
"Who the hell told you I'm a bottom?" I raised my eyebrow to fake arrogance even though I knew how I probably looked to them with Edward at my side during breakfast. I might have as well sat on his lap and called him daddy by how much I blushed whenever he smiled at me. The buttplug. Every time I moved I had to stop myself from moaning. It was like a demon in my head. Taunting me with the promise of tonight.
