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which
for sure he’d like to get used to, and he had to do it again twice before he
could go have his supper. Thank the Lady for Vandis, who’d ordered it for him
so the food already sat steaming in front of his chair. He didn’t see her anywhere.
    She caught him coming
back from the privy after he’d eaten. Her arms locked around his neck and she
pulled him down. Instead of cool and smooth, like Moira’s, her mouth was hot,
and so soft, so slick his knees about buckled; instead of sweet, she tasted of
beer.
    Dingus went up in sudden
flame. Sensation rushed down his spine and settled, glowing, in his groin—like
when the red came on—and like when the red came on, he wanted, just wanted. His hands gripped at her flesh and she yielded, swayed against him. His pulse
beat in his ears: take, take, take, and he felt as if his skin bound and
trapped him. He straightened, shaking.
    Her fingers stole under
his hood and wound in his hair. She yanked him back down. “You don’t kiss,” she
said, “like a preacher.”
    His breath rasped. He
forced his hands into fists at his sides, tight, even though they twitched to
open and touch. “Don’t, please don’t. You don’t know what—”
    “I know you want to
fuck,” she whispered, shifting her hips to press against his hard-on.
    “I’ll hurt you.”
He tried to pull back, but she had a fierce, one-handed grip on his hair, and
she laughed at him.
    “You’re hung, Preacher,
but not that hung.” She rubbed up between his thighs—right where it counted.
Fire and wanting slashed through him. If he didn’t get away, he’d do something
terrible.
    He lurched back so hard
he landed on his ass and left her with what felt like half his hair.
    “You have got to be
shitting me.” She stood there, fingers curled over one out-thrust hip, looking
down on him while he drew in choking gasps, and then crouched. “I’m offering
you free cunt, and around here, nobody gets it for free.” She reached for his
crotch and he scooted away. “What about it? Are you stupid, or are you going to
act like a man?”
    “Fuck off my brother
before I wreck your face,” Kessa said, sweet as you please. Dingus almost
groaned with relief—and a healthy dose of humiliation—to see her looming tall
behind the barmaid.
    “Your brother’s a mess,”
the barmaid said, straightening. To Dingus, she added, “What a waste of a big
dick,” before she strutted back into the tavern.
    “Whore,” Kessa said. He
took the hand she offered. “You know you couldn’t hurt her with a rafter,
right?”
    Dingus sat down hard
again. “ What? ”
    “I heard you. I went to
pee. At first I thought you’d, you know… but on my way back, I heard you.” She
shrugged. “You wouldn’t hurt her, that’s all.”
    “That wasn’t what I
meant.” He stood.
    “Then what did you mean?”
    He paused in the middle
of brushing down his pants to look her in the eye. Since they’d met, he’d grown
taller, so they weren’t quite eye-to-eye anymore. “It felt like I was going to
berserk.”
    “Aw, Dingus…”
    “Please don’t tell
Vandis.”
    She snorted. “Are you
kidding?” Then she stuck her fingers in her ears and sang, “‘La la la, if I
don’t hear about it, it doesn’t exist, I can’t hear you!’ Let’s not
squish his illusions.”
    Dingus couldn’t help
snickering at that. He stuck his hands in his pockets, relaxing a little. How’d
he forget how great she could be?
    On the way back up to the
inn, she bumped his shoulder with hers. “Love you.”
    “Love you, too,” he said,
bumping back.
    In spite of Kessa’s
kindness, Dingus tossed and turned for hours in his bedroll, monstrously horny
and unsatisfied. It’d been so long since he’d thought he might find someone
willing to have him, and when the opportunity presented itself, what did he do?
He choked, that was what, like a little boy getting a first glimpse of tit. He
could promise himself not to do that again, but even if another