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)
I know they will. And strangely, I don’t mind it. Two beautiful, protective females fussing over me? Looking after me? It’s every male’s dream. “I truly do feel fine.”
“Well.” Bethiah composes herself, giving a toss of her hair. “If that’s the case, then you won’t mind giving things a trial run. Put your system under a little stress to see what it can handle.”
Dora gets a wicked look in her eyes and her fingers tease up my arm. “You know, I think that’s an excellent idea. A stress test, if you will.”
By the looks on both their faces, I can just imagine what the stress test involves.
“That’s my cue to leave,” Jerrok says. He gives his cousin one last affectionate slap on the shoulder and heads out of med-bay.
Zakoar just eyes the three of us. “I’m supposed to invite the females to go have tea in the garden with Tessa and Sophie.”
“Not right now,” Bethiah says brightly. “We’re about to fuck the daylights out of our mate.”
He grunts. “Thought so. I’ll pass on the message. Let me know if any issues come up.”
“The only thing that better come up is south of Jamef’s belt,” Dora teases. She grabs me by said belt and tugs me off the exam bed. “Come on.”
“Oh, are you in charge, fluffit?” Bethiah moves to my side, her tail twining with mine as she slides an arm around my waist. I’m not sure if it’s because she wants to hold me up or if she’s truly so anxious over my health she can’t stop touching me. I suspect it’s the latter…and I keffing love it.
I know Bethiah doesn’t like to show weakness, or any emotion other than sardonic boredom, but the fact that she is tells me more about how much she cares more than anything else. It’s going to take some time before I truly believe that they do want me in their lives. No one ever has. I’ve always been on the fringes, watching others enjoy happiness and contentment with mates.
I never thought I could have that, too. But it feels possible now, and I’m starting to realize just how much I want it.
Dora tugs me forward, leading me by my belt. “Shall we go back to the ship? I don’t want to fuck in an exam room. I’m starting to hate them.”
“I agree.” Bethiah gives a delicate shudder. “Being in here is making me drier than a desert.”
“Looks like I’ll have to work on that,” I murmur.
Both women shoot me indignant looks. “Oh no you’re not,” Dora replies. “You’re going to let us take care of you, not the other way around.”
“That’s right,” Bethiah adds. “You just get to lie back and enjoy. Let us do all the hard work.”
Kef, this is sounding better and better. “Careful, you’re going to make me like all this fussing way too much.”
“You should enjoy it.” Dora continues leading me forward, and as we head through the halls of the station, I realize she’s directing us back to our ship, back home. We turn down another corridor, nearing the cargo bay where the Pleasure Spot is docked. “The fact that you have to comment on it tells me that we haven’t fussed over you enough. Everyone deserves to be spoiled, especially by their mates.”
That makes me grin, and I turn towards Bethiah to see what kind of smart remark she has for that, but the misty look is in her eyes again, her expression full of emotion. I squeeze her tail with mine and decide not to press things.
They really were on edge, thinking they would lose me. My poor mates. “I’m sorry I made you both worry so much.”
Dora chuckles, her tone forcibly light. “You should be sorry. Just promise us it won’t happen again and I’m sure we’ll forgive you.”
“If I ever have trouble with my prosthetics again, or if I’m in pain of any kind, I will absolutely tell both of you right away,” I promise.
“You’re not alone anymore.” Dora pauses, glancing back at me and Bethiah. “No more lone-wolf shit.”
“Agreed,” Bethiah says, and then adds, “Because if you do this again, I’m giving you to Rhonda.”
“A fate worse than death.”
“No, but you’ll probably wish you were dead after she asks you for the tenth time to buy her a present, or if a certain color makes her skin look sallow.”
“In that case, I’m glad the two of you are just going to take me to bed and use me until I can’t speak.”
Dora gets a wicked look on her face. “You should be very, very glad about that.”
Oh kef, I really am.
One Hundred Thirty
JAMEF
The moment we get into our quarters, I expect both females to jump me.
Instead, they lead me to the bed and lie down with me, one on each side. Bethiah touches my cheek, turning my head towards her, and gives me the softest, gentlest kiss I’ve ever had from her. Dora tongues my ear, then presses small kisses up and down my neck.