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)
I squirm on his hand. His finger feels big and invading, and a hint of alarm edges at my consciousness. His mouth slicks over mine, and then we pause in our kissing and I hear his hand creak as he pumps into me. It's the creak of his prosthetic that helps me relax, because it reminds me that this is my Jerrok, that I'm safe with him. I grab at his hip, at the ridge of scars there, and dig my fingers into the prosthetic thigh. It doesn't feel like human—or alien—flesh here, and I need that in this moment. "Please," I whimper. "Please, Jerrok."
"I've got you," he murmurs between peppered kisses. "You're all mine, Sophie. This is all for you." His finger slicks into me again, making wet sounds as it spears into my body, and his thumb never, never stops on my clit. The pleasure takes over again, and I'm rubbing myself against him, biting at his mouth as he works my pussy, sucking on his lower lip as if it'll somehow help me handle everything that's building up.
When I come, it takes me entirely by surprise. The orgasm explodes through me in a gush of response, soaking his hand. I cry out against his mouth and he murmurs sweet things to me, about how much he liked that and how proud he is of me, and it's exactly what I need to hear as I float through the waves of sheer relief.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Jerrok tells me, and when our eyes meet, I know just how sincere he is.
52
JERROK
I wake up the next morning with Sophie rubbing her fingers lightly over one of my jumping circuits. It twitches in my arm, and she gives me a little smile as she massages it back into place. "Did I wake you up?"
"It's the best way to wake up," I tell her, and lean in to give her a kiss. She freezes for a moment, and I worry that I've keffed things up, but then she flings her arms around my neck, her mouth hot on mine.
"My breath isn't too bad?" she whispers between flicks of her tongue.
As if I've even noticed? All I know is that Sophie's mouth is on me, her hands roaming my body, and I haven't felt so keffing good in ages.
We fool around in bed for a little while, and I make Sophie come on my hand again, just because I want to smell her release all day long. Sophie insists that we both shower afterward, though, so we shower together and I wash her hair for her as she soaps my chest. It's nice, this being together in the morning, talking about the upcoming day.
Actually it's more than nice. It's perfect.
After we dress, we snack on a breakfast of dry noodles while Sophie lavishes love and attention on the carinoux, who seems to be sulking that he wasn't allowed in the bedroom last night. I imagine the bites taken out of my ass every time Sophie sucked in a breath, though, and suspect he's going to be sleeping in the hall a lot in the future.
I'll have to make him a nice bed.
As we enter the hangar, Sophie touches my hand in a tiny goodbye and heads to the back work bench, where she can scrap the engine of the other ship for all the valuable parts. We'll be in the same chamber, of course, but not close enough to talk, and I'm a little disappointed that I've got so much to do on my cousin Bethiah's ship. I'd rather spend time with Sophie, watching her blush…making her blush…
"UGH."
The disgusted noise is courtesy of my cousin, who's hanging out on the cargo ramp of her ship. She gives me a revolted look as I approach, shaking her head slowly.
"Do I detect humming?" Bethiah asks, her lip curled slightly. "Oh, you are such a fool, aren't you?"
"Shut up." I move past her, not even caring that my circuits are a little strained this morning from sleeping curled around Sophie, and I probably need to do some stretches to work on my mobility so I don't pay the price later. I ignore it all, because my mood is too good. "So what color are we painting this monstrosity? I'm thinking a nice, unpleasant ooli green."
The bounty hunter gets to her feet, still wearing her disgruntled expression. "Do we need to talk, Jerrok?"
"About what?" Hoping I'm not too obvious, I glance over at Sophie. She's set up at my normal table, and as I watch, she puts on my goggles and then gets to work with my blowtorch. I smile with pride. She's a fast learner. I haven't had to show her much, but she's seen me do it so many times that she's picked it up already. Clever thing. She—