“Especially now that I’ll be sharing it with my mate.”
Kenji smiled in Qylar’s direction before he scanned the room again.
“Almost every outer wall is glass. And I haven’t seen any curtains. I’d ask if you guys were exhibitionists but given the tentacles, I’d doubt it.” He turned to face Qylar. “Please tell me we’re not going to be showing off for the neighbors every night.”
“Hardly. It’s all smart glass.” Qylar walked to the dresser and lifted the remote. He returned to stand near the bed. With one click, the windows turned opaque white.
“I’ve seen that shit on television.” Kenji snatched the remote and tried it himself. “That’s cool as fuck.”
“There’s a remote in each room and two main switches, up and down, that’ll change the entire house at once.” He grinned. “You don’t have to worry about being an exhibitionist. Unless you wanna be.”
Kenji changed the windows a few more times, ignoring his comment. “Oh, do they change colors?”
The windows were suddenly bright blue.
“I didn’t know they did that,” Qylar said.
Kenji changed them to red.“Festivefor Christmas.” He handed the remote back. “Decorating done.” He made a little check mark in the air with his finger.
Qylar snickered and cleared the windows to let the light shine in. It was a beautiful day so they might as well enjoy it, considering a storm was approaching. “We have to do a little more than that.”
Kenji crawled to the edge of the bed on his knees, reaching out a hand. He fisted his hand in the front of Qylar’s sweater and dragged him closer. Kenji pressed his body against Qylar, looking up through his lashes. “We don’t have to decoratetoday,do we?”
Qylar’s cock instantly hardened. It took little for him when it came to Kenji. “We don’t have to do anything today.” He winced.“Exceptunload the truck.”
“Can that wait until later?” Kenji asked, a slow smile crossing his lips.
“If we do what you want to do, I doubt I’d have the energy to unload it after.” They’d only just traveled back from Nefyria—which they’d spent fucking—with a short two-day pitstop in San Francisco to repack for Aspen.
Which they’d also mostly spent fucking.
And they’d done it again on the short trip that afternoon.
“WhatIwant to do?” Kenji asked, his voice a low purr. “As if I don’t feel your cock getting harder against me.”
Qylar closed his eyes for a few seconds when Kenji lowered a hand to cup him, fighting the need already growing. “You’ve been near insatiable since we left Nefyria.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Kenji whispered, his lips parting on a sigh at the end.
Qylar stared down at those lips, starved for a kiss he wouldn’t take.
Not yet.
“It’snota bad thing,” Qylar replied, his fingertips digging into Kenji’s hips. “But you’re not exactly accustomed to this kind of use. We’ve been going at it almost non-stop for days. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“If I was hurting, I wouldn’t want you all the time,” Kenji murmured before kissing the bit of neck he could reach above Qylar’s sweater.
Qylar’s eyelids grew heavier. A gasp came when Kenji’s hands snuck under the bottom of the sweater and slid up his abs. Before he could stop him, Kenji had Qylar’s sweater over his head and flying across the bedroom. It hadn’t even landed by the time Kenji had his belt free and jeans unzipped.
“In a hurry?”
Kenji’s gaze lifted to his, and Qylar saw need shining in his eyes. He needed to ask Cryss if Alex had gotten hornier during a particular stage of pregnancy, because this wasn’t the shy, timid Kenji he’d known before their trip. Perhaps his mate was finally becoming comfortable enough to be himself, and that was a wonderful thing. And if byhimselfthat meant sex-starved and spirited, who was he to complain? He’d have Kenji morning, noon, and night if he could. And then some.
He just didn’t want Kenji pushing past his limits and not listening to his body’s needs for rest.
Kenji drew his hard cock out, stroking the length as Qylar fought to undress his mate and catch up. Once they were both naked, Kenji fell back on the mattress and lifted his legs in welcome. His once-tight hole was already gaping a tiny bit, but that might’ve been because they’d already fucked on the relatively short ride from the city to Aspen.
After digging out a left behind container of lube, Qylar tossed it into the middle of the bed. He climbed in and hovered over his mate’s body. He searched Kenji’s face, watching the need quickly expand to fill up every inch and bubble over. When Kenji shivered and whimpered his name, he knew it was time. He captured his mate’s lips and feasted on his mouth.
