Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Dora’s brows draw together. “That’s a disturbing way to describe affection.”
“It’s how I feel.” I can’t stop touching her. Not just because I like touching her, but because I think she needs it. Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, I lean in. “I can’t wait to get away from most people. But you two…I want you two around. Always.”
“I just worry that I’m going to be a burden. My place in this universe is precarious.” Doubt shadows her eyes. “I can’t bounty hunt. I can’t even go on station. I don’t belong on this end of the galaxy.”
“You belong with me. With Jamef.” I kiss her lips lightly, letting mine play over hers. “You’re the filling in our sweet-bun.”
“Another disturbing analogy,” she whispers against my lips. “But I’ll allow it.”
I kiss her again, letting my tongue tease hers. I hate that my sour mood filled Dora with such doubts. That we left her alone with Rhonda and Rhonda’s jaded sourness infected her. She needs to realize just how much Jamef and I need her, or our relationship doesn’t work. So I keep kissing her, even as I slide a hand under her skirt and rest it on her thigh. “Can I touch you, fluffit? Can I make you come?”
She moans, heat in her gaze, and nods. “I missed you today. Both of you.”
My stupid heart gives another unhappy little squeeze. I didn’t think about how lonely it must be for Dora to be on the ship by herself. I need to take up her lessons again, show her how to operate the controls. More than that, I need to talk to Jamef. Dora needs to feel important and valued, an equal part of our team.
But for now I want to make her come. With a grin, I slide my hand higher under her skirt, stroking the tuft of hair between her thighs. She whimpers against my lips, clinging to me as I lower her onto the bed and stroke my fingers through her folds. She’s not very wet at first, so I tease a finger in and out of the entrance to her core as I tongue her mouth, and before long, she’s riding my hand, arching against me and making the sweet, needy noises that only Dora can make. I keep one finger sunk inside her and move my thumb to her clit, and work her until she comes, hard and fast. She clings to me, breathing my name, and I keep toying with her pussy as she comes down.
Her face is flushed and pretty, and I can’t stop kissing her pink mouth. So sweet, our fluffit. “I missed you today, too. We’re leaving the station, though. And we’ll figure something out before we go to the next one, hmm? I don’t want to leave you alone again.”
Especially not with keffing Rhonda.
She gives me a little smile, wriggling against the hand I’m still teasing her pussy with. “Thank you for this, Bethiah.” She slides her arms around my neck. “Thank you for showing me you care.”
“Don’t let it get to your head,” I grump. “I have a reputation to uphold.”
She pauses, studying me as a new thought occurs to her. “Or…should I have called you Bethy?”
“Kef, no. That’s a terrible keffing name.” I make a face, sticking my tongue out.
“That’s what I thought. Why would she call you that, though?”
I shrug. “When Rhonda’s in a relationship, she likes to give people pet names. I guess that was hers for me.”
Dora’s thighs clamp tight around my hand and she jerks upright so fast our noses crack into one another. “What?”
Eighty-Four
BETHIAH
I reel backward as our noses collide, not because it hurts me, but because I’m afraid of hurting the much softer Dora. Her nose just got repaired, after all.
“What?”
I pull my hand free from the clamp of her thighs as she glares at me. “Careful, fluffit. Someone’s going to think I’m being mean to you if you show up with a busted nose again.” And Jamef is going to be extremely, extremely mad, and I wouldn’t blame him.
“What’s this about Rhonda being in a relationship with you?” She stares at me in a mixture of horrified anger and resentment.
“Didn’t I mention that?” An uneasy feeling starts in the pit of my stomach. “I told you I had a human lover before. It was Rhonda. We were together for about a year before she decided I couldn’t keep her in the lifestyle she wanted and so we broke up.”
She stares at me, dumbfounded. “You brought your old lover on board and you didn’t tell me? You let her tell me that I’m callused and gross all day and I had no idea?”
Well, when she puts it that way, it does sound bad. “I could have sworn you knew —”
“NO!” The indignant outrage on her face makes me grimace.