Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Since nobody is paying attention to me, it’s the perfect time to be ever so slightly naughty. I slide my hand from the top of I’rec’s thigh to the inside, my fingers brushing over his skin. I make sure to keep my movements small so the shadows and the blanket hide everything.
If I’rec notices that my hand is going south, he doesn’t say anything. So I get a little bolder. I move up his leg, find the edge of his loincloth, and run my fingertip along the crease of his thigh, where it meets his pelvis.
I can feel him stiffen next to me, and his tail gives a hard thump behind us.
I sigh dreamily and lean my head on his shoulder, holding the blanket to my chin as I pretend to listen intently to Daisy and O’jek discussing Praxiian Common Tongue. I ease my finger deeper, rubbing lightly against something that feels soft and delicate—his sac, no doubt. I’m tired of just using one finger, though. I feign a cough, and as I do, I use the movement to hide the fact that I push my whole hand into his loincloth.
Aah, much better. Now I can curl my fingers around his cock and work it slowly while I pretend to pay attention to Daisy and O’jek. He’s growing harder by the second, filling my hand. I rub down his ridged length, teasing his balls before sliding up again and then wrapping my fingers around him and squeezing. I tighten my grip and move up and down, working his shaft. I wonder if it’d be too obvious if I spit on my hand and slid it back under the furs—
I’rec pulls my hand out from his loincloth and jumps to his feet. He tosses the blanket aside and hauls me in front of him. “I need to speak to F’lor alone. We will return soon.”
Daisy says something that sounds like agreement, but I’m too busy biting back my delighted laughter at making I’rec break. He holds me in front of him as he marches me to the front of the cave and then outside. Feels a bit like I’m a naughty child being taken to the principal’s office, but I’m enjoying it. After all, I definitely have been naughty.
I bite back my smiles as we head outside, and then a gust of cold air blasts me in the face. I shiver, crossing my arms over my front, because now it is a little chilly.
The moment we’re outside, I’rec shoves the privacy screen over the entrance and then gives me a wild-eyed look. “F’lor.”
“Yes?” I flutter my lashes at him, all innocence.
“You were touching me in front of them.” He’s both accusing and flustered, and it’s fucking adorable.
I want to eat him up with a spoon. “Yeah, I was. Is that a problem?”
“You think they don’t know what you were doing?” He rakes a hand through his hair, pulling it free from his man-bun.
“You think I care if they know?” Is he mad? Because I was touching him in front of them? I thought the sa-khui were into that sort of thing? Vektal’s made it clear that his people are fine with public displays of affection. Is this an I’rec thing? Or is he mad that they’re seeing Flordeliza touch him instead of Tia? “They know we resonated. They know we’re together.” I hesitate. “We are together, aren’t we?”
He growls. “Still you doubt?” And then he grabs me by the arms, leans down, and kisses me. Hard.
I wrap my arms around his neck and moan, breathless, as he kisses the hell out of me. Why is it that kissing him is always so damned good? He never uses too much tongue, or clashes his teeth with mine. It’s always perfection and just the right amount of enthusiasm and intensity. “Of course I doubt,” I pant between frantic tonguing. “You’re not supposed to be mine. And then you complain when I can’t keep my hands off of you—”
“No complaining,” he corrects between nips of my lower lip. “Just that you cannot finish what you start if we are in front of them.” He slides a hand to my backside, squeezes it hard, and hauls me up against him as if I weigh nothing. “And if you touch me like that, I want to do all kinds of things to you.”
“Well,” I whisper against his mouth. “I do owe you a blow job.”
He makes a hungry sound low in his throat. “You do.”
With a smile, I slide down out of his grip and to my knees. It doesn’t matter that it’s snowy and a bit chilly. All that matters is the hungry look on I’rec’s face. The way he watches me like he wants to devour me whole. I can’t wait to touch him, and I don’t care that we’re right in front of the cave, with only the privacy screen and the front chamber of the cave separating us from Daisy and O’jek. Let them listen in. I’m feeling the need to show the world that I’rec is mine.