Page 35 of Light the Fire
“You can use whatever you want,” Rix added, his voice cracking just slightly, which made me tilt my head at him. His responding smile was playful and cheeky.
“I don’t have a cock though.What do I have?”
“No, you definitely don’t,” Jorik said. I could hear both of their hearts, and they’d certainly picked up tempo in the last minute. The heat in their eyes intensified, and I found myself enjoying the way they were looking at me. I was no longer squirming and uncomfortable from it. I liked it.
But I hated how ignorant I was, how much of the world and basic human anatomy and biology was foreign to me. However, they seemed willing to answer my questions, despite the way my curiosity made their pulses race. I couldn’t quite understand why it made them uncomfortable. Was human biology supposed to be something awkward?
So many people had seen me without any clothes on since the day I was born that nudity wasn’t a problem for me. I knew that the moment I entered the test lab, I was to take off all of my clothes. Scientists and doctors poked and prodded me, and it was just something I had to endure.
The guys seemed to have no issues with nudity either. However, when I brought up what I saw between their legs or they saw me naked, their physiological responses said that theydidhave issues.
“You have a vulva,” Jorik said, clearing his throat. “
“Slang term—like we call ours cock or dick—is pussy or cunt,” Rix added.
“Pussy?” I wrinkled my nose. “Like a cat?”
Rix’s smile went from playful to something I could only describe as wonderfully wicked. I liked it. “Like a cat, Wildcat.”
“Hmph.” I rolled the word around in my head for a bit. “Pussy,” I said before frowning, then shrugging. “Okay. Thanks for answering me.”
“Anything for you, Angel,” Jorik murmured, taking back off into the open pool of the creek with a loud, almost frustrated-sounding exhale. The green of his eyes was the same shade as the surrounding evergreen trees, but now that his hair was wet, the blond was no longer a bright shiny, gold, but more of a light bronze. Both looks suited him, but with his hair wet and darker, it lent him a slightly foreboding, almost dangerous look, which should have scared me, but it didn’t. Maybe it was those deep dimples on either side of his cheeks that kept him from coming across as frightening, or the fact that he’d willingly answered all of my questions, no matter how stupid they may have been, showing me patience and understanding. But one thing was for sure, Jorik, my gentle giant with the big brain and guns for arms, had many layers, and I was only just beginning to peel them back.
I stood there in the water watching Jorik for another moment. Something was up. He wasn’t making eye contact with me, and he seemed almost upset.
Did I do something?
They would tell me if I had, right?
Maybe he was just tired and needed some space. I understood that. I’d lived my entire life in a weird kind of forced solitude. So as much as I appreciated the human interaction now, I did miss my alone time as well.
Shrugging, I swam my way over to a pile of sticks caught in the long grass along the shore. I still had a knife strapped to my thigh, since you can never be completely unarmed, ever, and I started shaving one of the sticks so it had a sharp pointed end.
Rix and Jorik had gone to the edge and grabbed the canvas water bottles and were filling them up.
Once I knew my stick was good and sharp, I stored my knife back on the strap on my thigh, dove under the water, and went hunting.
Just because I’d never killed anything before didn’t mean I didn’t know how, and I was tired of eating those disgusting food packets.