Tuesday stared. “Whoa. This is really cute. Like, I can’t believe you own so many synthetic fabrics and have such a cute ride!”
“Yeah? You like it?” Ozzie beamed.
“Love it!” Tuesday slid into the passenger seat.
Ozzie grinned as he got in behind the wheel. He patted the dash lovingly, saying, “This is my pride and joy.”
“It’s adorable!” Tuesday leaned in to smooch Ozzie’s cheek. “Just like you when you come down my throat.”
Ozzie’s cheeks burst into flames and he nearly choked on his own spit. “I, uh... Let’s just go. Oh my God.” He cranked the car quickly. “What kinda clothes do you wanna shop for?”
“Well, obviously everything,” Tuesday replied. “Unless you want me to keep chopping up your clothes?—”
“No. Please, no.”
“Aw, there it is!”
“What?” Ozzie frowned, focusing on backing out of his driveway.
“You’re making that cute little face! It’s the same as when you come!” Tuesday laughed. “Your brow gets this little wrinkle like you’re really concentrating, and you get really red, like a really pretty shade of red.”
“Stop. Oh my God, you can’t just talk like that.” Ozzie’s cock twitched in his jeans, and he stared ahead at the road.
This was fine.
It wasn’t like he could perfectly imagine what Tuesday looked like with those pouty, soft lips wrapped around his cock…
Except he could.
Fuck.
“If we’re going out in public, you have to behave,” Ozzie said firmly. “No more sexy talk.”
“Sheesh, sorry!” Tuesday pouted, extending a third arm to reach out and squeeze Ozzie’s knee. “I am trying to behave! I mean, I could have said I’m super addicted to the taste of your semen and my dick gets wet just thinking about tasting you.”
Ozzie squeezed the steering wheel, hitting the brakes as they approached a stop sign. He took a deep breath and turned to glare at Tuesday through his lashes, grumbling, “You’re killing me. Right now. You’rekillingme.”
“Literally, or just sexually?” Tuesday grinned. “Because hey, you gotta be alive to achieve orgasm.”
“You’re impossible.” Ozzie shook his head in annoyance, but he couldn’t fight back the grin taking over his face. “Let’s just go find you some clothes. I’m running out of T-shirts, and I can’t pull off a crop top like you.”
“What? You can pull off anything you want.”
“Well, thank you, but?—”
“And then I’ll pull it off you. With my teeth.”
“Goddammit. You’re gonna be trouble. I can tell already.”
“Me? Never.”
Ozzie simply rolled his eyes and drove into town, surprisingly relaxed considering he had a literal alien from outer space riding with him.
As long as Tuesday kept his tentacles and extra arms and whatever else to himself, everything should be fine.
Just fine.
Downtown was decked out for the holidays, and with a fresh blanket of snow covering everything it looked like a holiday postcard. Green wreaths with red ribbon hung off the lampposts, colorful lights lined nearly every window, and illuminated garlands were strung across the streets to create a festive canopy overhead.
