Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Oh, of course there's not. I'm not trying to shame him. I'm just fascinated by his nearness and my brain misfired. "I wasn't...I didn't mean..."
"I know. I just wanted to explain." Bodhrri gives me another cheerful smile. "Which leads into my next question—can I borrow your shower? If it won't bother you to have me in there, of course. If it does, I'll make do."
"You can absolutely borrow my shower. You don't even have to ask." I clasp my hands on the bedsheets, feeling like the worst hostess ever. "I didn't even think about the facilities in the barn. Are you...is it comfortable?"
"I have slept in much worse situations on far less pleasant jobs. Do not worry one bit about it." With a swish of his long tail, he turns and heads for the linen trunk in the corner of my bedroom. "I'll make sure and wash all the towels once I'm done, too."
"Take a break at some point," I joke feebly, gesturing at my body. "Wallow a bit. Like I am."
His expression turns absolutely serious. "You are taking care of yourself and our children. There is no job more important."
I nod meekly, wishing I knew how to talk to him comfortably. To gush out all of the thoughts and feelings I've been having for the last few months, and how those feelings have been amplified in all new directions now that he's here. But I just pick at the bedsheets and feel awkward.
"If you need anything, you come to me, yes? It is my great joy to do this for you, Payton. I hope you realize that."
I hope he realizes I'm probably going to rub one out while he's in the shower.
Chapter
Five
BODHRRI
Iam glad she allows me to use her shower. She is trusting and kind, my Payton. Which is good, because it means I get the opportunity to mark the lavatory area. I marked the front door days ago. Soon, I will mark the bedroom, and then it will be well established that Payton is claimed and no one will ever think to touch her...because she belongs to me.
While I do need a shower, it is not the most pressing thing on my mind. Instead, it is declaring Payton and our children as mine. I undress and step into the shower cubicle and then take myself in hand, stroking with rough, practiced drags over my cock. I picture Payton as I come, my hand pressed to the tile as I spray my seed and my scent all over the walls. I do this twice more, hitting different spots each time, before I get down to the business of getting clean. I scrub my skin, noting that the bath soaps smell like her—floral and sweet—and for once, I like the scented cleaners because it means I can carry her smell with me as I go about my day.
Once I'm clean, I rinse the shower walls off, watching my seed trickle down the drain. Doesn't matter. Any praxiian who dared to come into her home would smell my presence here, just as they'd smell me on her doorstep. It's a praxiian tradition—to mark the home and territory of a female they are courting.
And I absolutely intend upon courting Payton. Haven't the stars brought her to me, just as I asked? The fact that she is carrying my children just feels like a present on top of things. But I must go slow. I do not want to scare her off, and I don't know a lot about human courting rituals. I have to let her set the pace of things.
For now, I will simply take care of her. I will tend to her farm and clean her home. I will make sure she does not push herself too hard and that she gets naps. I will feed her good, nutritious meals. Perhaps that will be enough to tell her that I could be a good mate to her.
I wrap a towel around my hips. It's human sized, so it doesn't cover much, but I make the attempt anyhow. I exit the lavatory and immediately the scent of feminine arousal hits my lungs. I pause, sniff deep, and turn, incredulous, towards her bedroom. She's been touching herself.
She's been touching herself while I've been touching myself. I wait outside her door, wondering if she's going to invite me in. If she's going to tell me that she's attracted to me and we can forget all about this careful dancing about. When she doesn't speak up, I prick my ears, straining to hear her.
A gentle snore comes from the other side of the door.
I smile despite my disappointment. Payton may be interested, but I need to remember that she is leading the way on this, and that she is very pregnant. She might not be ready for any sort of relationship until after the babies are born.