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 mock-pouts and shakes her head at me, even as she bites down on Bethiah’s lip and tugs on it.
“Naughty fluffit,” Bethiah murmurs a moment later and looks over at me. “She’s just been impossible since you went down. Obviously she needs to come.”
“Then you should make her come,” I say, running a hand over my messy cock. “And I can watch.”
“I have a better idea,” Bethiah says, cupping Dora’s breast and teasing the nipple. “You’ve got two hands. We’ve got two cunts. Can we borrow you?”
Borrow me? She needs to even ask? “I’d be honored.”
One Hundred Thirty-Two
DORA
We spend the afternoon in bed together, all three of us, simply because we can. It’s nice to have a day to relax, in which everyone is healthy and happy, and there’s nothing more pressing that needs to be done. Simone and Rhonda need to be taken to Risda III, but there’s no urgency attached to that particular job, and so we can laze about. I curl up in bed on one side of Jamef, his arm around Bethiah on the other side, and I trace his scars with my fingers as he and Bethiah talk about jobs they’ve done in the past.
I’m filled with a lazy sort of contentment and hope for the future.
If all of our days can be like this, I’d be a very happy woman indeed.
“We should probably go down to dinner at some point.” Bethiah rolls onto her belly and eyes the two of us. “Sophie will be upset if we’re not somewhat social, and if Sophie is upset, Jerrok’s upset.” She makes a face. “And I feel like I owe my cousin for all his help.”
“In addition to the ship you have to pay him back for?” I add.
“Hush, you,” Bethiah mutters, reaching over and tweaking my nipple. “One thing at a time.”
“Dinner sounds good,” Jamef says, patting his stomach. “I’m starving.”
And that makes me happy, too.
An hour later, we’re all cleaned up and dressed, and we head back into the station. The scent of something delicious wafts through the air and Bethiah leads us towards the area Jerrok has designated as his “dining hall.” It’s just another room filled with clutter, but in this one, the clutter has been shoved aside and a long, weather-beaten strip of metal has been set up as a table, complete with benches on each side. Jerrok sits at one end of the table with one of the carinoux at his side, his metallic hand scratching idly at its ear buds.
Simone is seated with the other carinoux on a bench next to her, the fat creature pushing at her hand as she feeds it tidbits. Across from them, Zakoar is seated, legs spread wide and the strange mechanics of his back evident through his form-fitting bodysuit. If I wasn’t already familiar with Jamef, he might have been terrifying to look at. But I’ve learned that these guys with the metal parts seem to have the softest hearts, so he doesn’t bother me. Plus, he fixed our Jamef. I could kiss him for that.
At his side, Tessa is dressed in a gorgeous peach gown with billowing sleeves. A circlet dripping jewels adorns her head and her hair is pulled into a loose bun atop her head, showing off her slim neck and the garish tattoo that covers it like a choker. She wears a thick belt of hammered metal and touches her jewelry with pleased little caresses. I notice Zakoar’s big hand is on her thigh, and the look he gives her is one of pleasure, too.
Rhonda never wore that stuff so good.
“Excellent,” Bethiah announces. “We’re just in time for dinner. I’m starving.” Instead of sitting down, she puts her hands on Jamef’s back and more or less shoves him towards the table. He sits on the opposite side of Simone, and Bethiah immediately sits in his lap, shooting me a look of amusement as she does.
It’s an unspoken agreement between us—that we’re going to watch over him and be with him constantly until we’re certain that he’s one hundred percent better. Plus, I think she really needs him right now, and I want her to get that extra attention. “Where’s Sophie?” I ask.
“Putting the finishing touches on dinner,” Jerrok replies.
“Can I help?” I head for the antechamber he gestures at, not waiting for an answer.
Sure enough, Sophie’s inside, chopping up strange-looking fresh vegetables. She beams at me as I approach. “Not too much longer for food. I hope you like noodles and veg. It’s Jerrok’s favorite.”
“I love it all,” I admit, grinning. “You want me to chop or stir?”
“If you could help me peel, that’d be lovely.” Sophie holds a long green vegetable out to me that looks like a spiky cucumber. “Get all the prongs off that one or it’s really tart.”