Moral Compass

Chapter Nine

Fallon's cabins throughout the jungle were pretty much identical to each other. They housed the same furniture hidden in similar spots to each other. Oh, and they all had those same awful ladders.

After showering off the day's dirt, he made himself comfortable on the couch, sinking into the cushions. The vibe here was entirely different to that of everywhere else he'd stayed in his life. He'd been groomed to appreciate castle luxuries. Here, he'd been thrown into the deep end. And yet it wasn't unpleasant. Or maybe that was the company.

As intimidating as Fallon was, he enjoyed her presence.

"How are your muscles feeling?"

"You don't have to ask. Help yourself to a feel." He moved an arm suggestively, bicep flexing. Fallon paid it no mind. Her expression remained serious. "They're a little sore. I've never done that much walking in my life. You do this all the time?"

She nodded. "It's good for you."

He imagined what a life around someone like her would look like. The constant adventure. No day being the same as the one before. Never knowing what was in store.

Sounds horrible.

He much preferred his castle life. Life where everything he wanted was waiting at the tip of his fingers.

"I'm flexible. If that counts. I can show you if you'd like."

"Dream on."

"Oh I will."

Thoughts from that morning were still circulating around his mind. Images of Fallon pleasuring herself.

He wondered what she'd think about. Or who she'd think about.

"The ache will be gone by the morning," She told him, dropping down into the armchair by the fire. "You'll have to rest it away."

"Are all of your delinquents this well behaved?"

"I wouldn't call you well behaved."

"I've been on my best behaviour."

Really, he had.

Had he been with anyone else, he doubted it would've been the case. But Fallon would kick his arse if he didn't behave to her standards. He liked the thought of that in the kinky sense, not the sense she'd deliver.

"Oh, so that stunt with the jaguar yesterday was your best behaviour. And your endless flirting."

"Flirting is my personality."

He wouldn't tell her how much he enjoyed doing it with her. Something about knowing she wouldn't give in had him sitting on the edge of his seat.

His brown eyes were fixed on her as she slipped off her gladiator sandals, setting them aside and tilting them until they ran parallel. Her red painted toes were in his vision. For someone so small and tiny, she was a force to be reckoned with.

He wondered if that was what the Amazonian look was for. Did the warpaint serve to make them look harder? Were those wild braids meant to look crazy?

He wished he'd gotten a better look at her without them.

Only he hadn't been paying much attention.

"I've been thinking about our conversation this morning," He said. "I've come up with some questions."

"Shoot."

"You said that you can satisfy yourself better than any man."

Those words and images had been playing nonstop in his head all day. She'd planted the seed of thought and now it had blossomed.