Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and finished washing her off. Then he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around each of them. He took special care drying Mattie and then picked her up and carried her back to the bed.
“Don’t leave me,” she protested sleepily, when he started to turn back towards the bathroom. “Don’t want to sleep alone.”
“You won’t, little girl,” he promised. “Just let me turn out the lights and mop up the water we spilled and I’ll be right back beside you.”
“Okay,” Mattie said and yawned. Her eyelids were already closing—she supposed that having all those orgasms on top of an already full day had simply worn her out.
Grath left for a moment and then the lights went out and he was sliding into bed, naked beside her. It occurred to Mattie that she was naked too, and it was hardly professional to sleep in the nude with her coworker.
But then, it also wasn’t professional to let her coworker go down on her and fingerfuck her and make her come multiple times. She had been all kinds of unprofessional today!
Well, screw it—she decided that was something she would worry about later. S he as too tired right now.
Sighing, she turned towards Grath, who immediately pulled her into his arms.
“Come here, little girl,” he rumbled. “Wanna sleep with you wrapped around me all night long like my own personal blanket.”
Mattie was happy to comply. Throwing one leg over his hips, she snuggled closer so that her bare breasts were pressed to his side and her head was pillowed on his broad chest.
Then, inhaling his warm, spicy scent which made her feel safe and cared for, she finally drifted off to sleep in his arms.
THIRTY
GRATH
“Well, tonight’s the big night—are you ready?” Ethan nudged Grath as they settled side by side at the dining room table for First Meal.
For a moment, Grath couldn’t think what the other male meant. Probably because his head was still full of the night before and the heated encounter he and Madeline had shared. It had been so fucking hot, finally getting to taste her, to feel her moaning and begging and calling his name as she came all over his face…
And then, the way she’d repaid the favor… Damn, he could still feel her soft breasts cradling his shaft as she lapped the head. Could still see that naughty glint in her big brown eyes when she urged him to shoot for her…
There probably would have been a continuation that morning—seeing as how they had woken up naked and tangled in each other’s arms. But Madeline’s mother calling them for First Meal had put a stop to any further scenarios, which Grath thought was too fucking bad. He couldn’t think of any better way to spend the day than naked in bed with Madeline.
“I said, do you know what you’re going to say when you ask Mattie to marry you at the Yule Ball tonight?” Ethan kept his voice low and confidential, but Madeline was talking to her sister and mother and clearly couldn’t hear him.
“No, I…no,” Grath admitted. In fact, he’d been wondering if he ought to try again to get out of the very public proposal, but he’d heard Madeline’s mother last night, saying that she fully expected him to ask Madeline to Join with him. It reinforced the idea that Ethan had put forward—that Madeline’s family would be suspicious if he didn’t propose. Which made him feel he had no choice but to go through with it.
He had also wondered if he ought to warn Madeline—to give her what the humans called a “heads up” about the impending proposal. But he worried if he did that her reaction when he asked her to Join with him wouldn’t be authentic, and then her family would be suspicious all over again. No, it seemed the only thing he could do was to keep the proposal a secret.
“Just say something about how she’ll be making you the happiest man on Earth by marrying you,” Ethan advised, breaking into his train of thought.
“But I don’t live on Earth,” Grath pointed out in a low growl. “I’m only visiting. I live on the Kindred Mother Ship!”
“Okay, then tell her she’ll make you the happiest man on the Mother Ship. Or the galaxy—or the universe for that matter!” Ethan muttered. “Shhh—here they come!”
Madeline and her sister Anna came to the table, holding full plates of food. This morning the main course was a gluey concoction that had a pleasantly nutty flavor. It was served with nuts and berries and cream on top and Grath had heard the humans about him called it “oakmeal” or something like that. There were also more fluffy scrambled ovums and thick, sizzling sausages that were meaty and delicious. Madeline’s mother apparently believed that a large First Meal was important to start the day.