Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
The soft patter of footsteps echoes on the tile floor, and then Sophie is there in front of me, as beautiful as ever. In contrast to Bethiah's flashy jumper, ornate hair, and loads of weapons, she's plain. The jumper she wears is a dull brown, stained with use, and hangs off of her lithe form. Her hair is pulled back into the two tight knots again, scraped away from her face, but it only emphasizes how lovely she is, how delicate…and how wide her smile is at the sight of me.
"Did you know Sleipnir can play fetch? It's so cute." She gives me a rueful look and gestures at the vines. "He's still working on the whole 'return it to me' thing, but it's a start." Sophie studies my face, and her smile fades. "Bethiah decided to stay?"
I must look dejected. I force an answering smile to my face, when all I want to do is grab Sophie and hold her tight. "No, she's gone. It's just us now."
Her expression grows wistful, her eyes sad. "You're going to miss her?"
Not nearly as much as you, I want to say. I just shrug instead, staring off where her pet has disappeared into the plants.
To my surprise, Sophie puts her arms around my waist, holding me, and her cheek pillows on my chest. Her hand smooths up and down my back. She's…comforting me.
The hard knot of emotion in my throat seems to grow impossibly large, and I clutch her against me tightly. I never want to let her go. Ever. I'll do anything I can think of to get her to stay. Anything at all. My mind races with the need to offer her everything—the carinoux, more books, flower seeds, pretty clothes—but…I can't do that. I can't bribe her to stay if she doesn't want to. So I just squeeze her tightly against me and savor this moment.
"When does the Jabberwock arrive?" she asks, her voice muffled against my chest, her hands skimming up and down my back.
"Not for a few days at least."
"Mmm." Her response is low and sultry, and my cock pricks to alertness. "However shall we pass the time?"
I think for a moment. In bed, I want to declare, but maybe that's not what she means. Does she want to do something else? "We can scrap, of course. And if you want, I can show you the basics of how to drive the shuttle—"
Her hand slides to my tail and she traces a finger underneath it in teasing, fluttering touches. My cock jolts at that, and my sac tightens. Kef me, but that feels good.
"Or…" I choke out. "We can do other things."
"I like that idea," Sophie murmurs, gazing up at me with a playful smile on her lips. "What did you have in mind?"
Wordless, I grab her by the hips and haul her up into my arms. I turn and leave the terrarium behind, heading for my quarters and the bed we've been sharing. Sophie giggles, burying her face against me, and begins to press kisses against my neck.
Showing her how to pilot the shuttle can wait. I need to absorb every moment with Sophie that I can.
58
SOPHIE
I hate that the Jabberwock arrives. Hate it. After days of Bethiah hanging around, I want to be alone with Jerrok again for weeks on end. Now that we're having sex in addition to sharing a bed? It doesn't feel like there's enough time in the day to do everything that needs to be done. Jerrok attends to the station maintenance, and we half-heartedly scrap for a little while before one of us is overcome with lust for the other, and then all thoughts of work go out the door as we make love.
I've never experienced the giddiness of being with someone I can't keep my hands off of, and being with Jerrok is amazing. Every time I'm near him, I just want to grab him and show him how much I want him. We can't pass by each other or start a conversation without it devolving into frantic, hungry kisses. We make love on every table and workbench in the station. We make love in the shower. We make love in the hallway, my back pressed against the wall as he thrusts into me. We make love on his bed and on mine.
I'm addicted to him. I fully admit it. My first thought when I wake up is Jerrok, and he's the last thing I see when I go to sleep. My thoughts are filled with him even when I work, and the day-to-day monotony of scrapping and noodle-eating is actually a lot of fun. It's a comfortable routine, made all the better by enjoyable company. We can take a break whenever we want (and we do, often) and we usually end up back in each other's arms again.