Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
His smile returns reluctantly.
For some reason, it bothers me that he should feel bad about his family trade. “If you boil things down, every job can have an unglamorous side. Look at me. I play in the dirt and analyze cow poop for profit. Nobody back home would find this particularly exciting because it’s a job that fulfills basic needs. But I’m good at it, and I made enough money for a baby. A hopeful baby, that is. And next time, maybe I’ll add onto my house or get a new sled. Who knows.”
He tilts his head, letting his horns indicate a direction. “I noticed that you have no crops in your fields this year. Was that deliberate or have you been having trouble?”
“It’s deliberate, actually.” I grin. “This year I’m letting the cattle graze in that particular field and letting them shit all over it to fertilize. Next year, I’ll grow flowers. It’s a good idea to rotate crops and let the fields go fallow, but when I was a slave for a cattle baron on another planet, he’d rotate his fields like so and always had good yields, so I’m following his lead.” Fucker was good for something, at least.
“That is excellent to hear,” Ainar replies with a nod. Then, he blanches as if he realizes what he just said. “It is not excellent that you were a slave. Just that your farming is successful.”
“It’s okay.” I reach across the table, holding my hand out. “I know what you meant.”
He takes my hand in his, his fingertips brushing over mine. He gazes at our linked fingers for a moment and then up at me. “So what happens now?”
“With the baby? I take a test in a week to see if it was successful. The doctor said he has a good success rate but it depends on a lot of factors.” Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. In a week, I could be pregnant. In a week, I could be a mom-to-be. In a week, I could have something to look forward to, something that would make each day a little brighter and less lonely.
Thump thump thump.
Ainar’s tail. His smile is bright as he holds my hand. “I hope I was of help to you, Naomi.”
I run my thumb over his big blue finger. His nails are square but short and clean. He’s callused and his palms are wide. They’re not the elegant, long fingers of an artist, but the blunt tools of a working man. I decide I like them. I like them a lot. “Are you kidding? You absolutely saved my bacon. And before you ask, that means you saved the day. You rescued me and fixed the situation, and I’m so, so grateful to you.”
His tail thumps harder against the chair, and the look he gives me is intense. “Grateful enough to let me lick your cunt?”
A tiny squeak of surprise escapes me. It’s so blunt of him to state things like that, and yet…this might be the first time a man has ever begged to go down on me. “You…really want to do that?”
Ainar rises so quickly from the table that it almost flips over. He straightens it, his gaze locked on plates that have skidded to one side. “I would love nothing more, Naomi. I have been dying to touch you—pleasure you—since I met you. And I know last night was about making a baby, but now that we have time, I would like to kiss you.” His gaze moves over me and his eyes are full of longing. “But only if that is what you want, too.”
“I-I’m not opposed to it.” What single woman being propositioned by a gorgeous, eager man would be? “But I still haven’t showered.”
His eyes light up. “I will wash you. I would love to wash you.”
I thumb a gesture at the shower. “Um, okay. You…you wanna join me then? We can wash together and keep the conversation going.” This is normal, right? Fuck a stranger, have him make you breakfast in the morning, then shower together? Then I tell myself that it really doesn’t matter. Normal went out the window the day I was abducted by aliens. I’ve just been rolling with the punches ever since. “It’s this way.”
With a pair of fluffy towels from my linen closet, I lead the way to the small bathroom in my house. I shouldn’t feel shy, I tell myself. He’s seen me naked. He’s practically rearranged my insides with that huge dick of his. He’s come inside me more times than my last relationship. There’s no reason to be nervous. It’s just…bathing together is intimate and I just met him. It feels like something a tender lover would do, not a couple of strangers who fucked like madmen for an eight-hour period.