Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I hoped for the best with regard to my translation decoder. If it had been destroyed, I’d be in serious trouble. To my delight, it was functioning, so I rubbed the passcode grooves in my strap to begin downloading the content it had created of the local language. Relief washed through me.
I hoped Twink required a significant amount of sleep, since it would take a while before I was caught up enough to communicate with him in a convincing way. After some time, he reached back and snatched my arm, placing it around him in such a way that it seemed that’s where he thought my arm belonged.
I extended a tentacle with my stinger and slid it off the bed, keeping it ready in case a predator or perhaps Chelsea attempted to attack us during the night. Twink tucked his ass even closer to my pelvis, and I felt the shift in my cock, considering that perhaps I could not mate with this man, but this would not prevent us from having relations otherwise… It was a pleasant thought that kept my cock stiff as I drifted off to sleep.
4
TWINK
When I stirred in the morning, the slight sting of a headache was the first thing that caught my attention before I felt Carter’s arm around me, tugging me close, the way he’d get sometimes, you know, back when I didn’t know he was a lying asshole cheat.
Wait…if he’s a lying asshole cheat, why the hell am I in bed with him? And why are his arms so thick? What the fuck is this delicious woodsy smell? And what the fuck is on my leg?
My skin pricked with sensation as my nerves came alive. I jerked away, turning around swiftly, my worry quickly diffused when I recognized his face from the night before.
Hot Daddy.
But what the hell was that thing I’d felt on my leg?
I started to pull up the sheet to see, but I realized it had to have been in my head since it was too small to be his leg and too large to be a cock—at least, I hoped it was too large to be a cock because if it was…holy hell, I’m ambitious, but I’m only human.
Daddy still had his eyes closed, breathing heavily, though I was surprised he wasn’t more of a snorer. And fuck, that scruff across his face was just right, about an inch of it, so full. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I worried about disturbing him, so I was careful in trying to get out of the bed, quietly sliding onto my side…
Daddy’s eyes popped open, his mouth widening before an ear-piercing sound hit my ears, and I swore it was strong enough that it tossed me off the bed. I was sure I was about to hit the wall, only a few feet from the bed, but before I knew it, Daddy had me in his arms, cupping the back of my head right before it had a chance to hit.
“Twink?”
Is he seriously gonna keep calling me that? Not that I mind…
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Uh…I…” I searched around, unsure what to even think of what happened since I could’ve sworn his scream pushed me back like it was a physical force, but that was ridiculous. I must’ve jumped back from how it frightened me. I definitely wasn’t expecting that wild-ass noise to come from this guy’s mouth.
He had his hand on the small of my back, worry in his expression, and honestly, if this was how he was gonna treat me when he was worried, maybe I could pretend to be hurt. Not that I would have done that.
“I’m fine. Thanks for catching me.”
But how did he get up that quickly?
He studied my mouth, grinning for a reason I couldn’t work out.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Just happy to understand you.”
What a strange thing to say…
His brows tugged together before he added, “I mean, that you’re okay.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you’re okay too. You were so out of it last night.”
“Out of it?”
“Drunk.”
“I was drunk? As in I consumed too much alcohol and you noticed that altering my behavior?”
I winced. “Maybe it’s not totally out of your system yet. Sorry, what was your name?”
“It’s me, Daddy,” he said, as though I’d forgotten the joke from last night.
“You’re funny.”
His expression twisted up, which was odd. I assumed he might have just had a strange sense of humor. I waited for him to give me his actual name, but we stood there, staring awkwardly at each other. Not that I had a problem staring at that beautiful face…or those hypnotic blue eyes, with these little ridges of white, like spikes almost, or icicles. The sort that had the power to distract me from the lingering effects of my hangover.
“Anyway…” I dragged out, “if you forgot my name…”