The Fae Book 3: Butcher and Raine

Chapter 24 (Raine): Even A Second

"Keep him off kilter for the next two hours, Raine," Burr had said to me as we left the beach after a long, twelve-hour day. The King and his Sceptre had been focused on netting Hatch, opening the portal, dumping Hatch into said portal and maintaining the net until Burr could close the portal. "He has a lot weighing on him, so I need you to keep him occupied."

Only in the last hour of the day had they been successful seven times in a row. Then Burr had declared they'd done everything they could, they were ready to kick some bad fairy ass and he wanted to take the next two hours until the sun set to rest. 

"He needs to rest, but I think he wouldn't agree, so I'm making like I need to rest," he said quietly to me. "Distract him. Talk to him. Feed him. Just try to keep his mind off tonight until it's time to get this done."

I could do off kilter since I'd been off kilter since the previous night when Butcher had held me on his lap. He'd cuddled me for hours until I'd fallen asleep. I had no idea how long he'd held me, but I woke up in my own bed, with one of the stuffed animals from Alexandre's crib tucked into my arms.

Confusing, thy name is Butcher.

He'd said nothing about the previous evening to me, just greeted me and then Alexandre when we walked into the living room, the smell of bacon luring me from sleep. Butcher had been quiet after that, and I wondered if he was worried about the upcoming night. Burr had been filling us in on some history that was trickling in from the fae but was sketchy at best. The fairies who had been alive the last time the moon fae had been driven underground had had their lights extinguished since fairies didn't live much beyond four hundred years. But there were stories that had been passed down, some of them being that the King and the Sceptre weren't always successful in driving the moon fae underground. It was a tricky endeavor and failure was as possible as success. 

So while we ate our chicken pot pies yet again at my tiny kitchen table, since I didn't like the look on Butcher's face, I decided to distract him with some sex talk.

"You said you never had sex with the club girls."

He lifted his eyes from his plate, not confirming anything. Probably wondering where the hell I was going with this.

"So who were you having sex with, if not the club girls?"

"No one."

"Wait. Are you saying you never had sex before you met me?"

"No, I did."

"Like full-on relationships?"

"No."

"Random girls?"

"Yes."

"So, you'd pick them up at a bar, bang them and go along your merry way?"

"No. Is there a point to this conversation? I'm done."

"Butcher, I'm trying to make conversation, get to know you." Distract you, as ordered. "Work with me here. I pictured you as a man who enjoyed a lot of sex, and I'm just trying to figure out how it went down."

"Why?"

"Why? Three reasons: you're a biker, you look like you do and you sure as hell know your way around a woman's body. And I guess because I'm nosy."

"No. Why would you assume I had a lot of sex?"

"Because you were really good at it and..." I gestured to his crotch.

"Because I have a dick?"

"No! Because of your piercings."

"Raine, before you, I had sex twice. Once when I was sixteen and once when I was eighteen and then never again until you."