I’m moaning and laughing now. “Me, too!” I gasp.
Finally, their teeth release me, but I’m still impaled on their cock. They lift their head and stare down into my eyes. “You are my future and my life,” they say. “I will follow you wherever you wish to go.”
I know they mean it, too, because that’s exactly what runs through their mind.
“I can’t say good-bye to you again,” I tell them.
“Then I shall quit my job and follow you until you are ready to stop roaming, my farborn love.”
Reality rudely knocks on my brain. “McMurtry,” I say, choking up. “I want to escort his body back to his family. I want to be there for the funeral. Pay for it, everything. I need to tell them how he died, that he was a hero. He was a good man and I owe him that much. I want him to be honored.”
Olarte nods. “Then it shall be so, love. Let us do that. I shall stand by your side and honor him.”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Only that you are hurting. I wish I had done more than met him that one time on the berthing arm.”
“Me, too.” I blink back tears. “The last thing he said to me was that I was a good man, and that he thought you were lucky to have me.”
Olarte nods again. “He was correct on both statements. I know I am very lucky to have you, and you are a very good man.”
I close my eyes and press my forehead against theirs. Deep inside me, I feel their cock pulsing, the egg working its way inside me. It’s sexy, and yet I wish…
Maybe it’s something H’looder’s team can achieve for us, one day.
I wrap my arms and legs even tighter around them. “Please don’t ever let me go,” I softly beg.
They rub their face in my hair. “Never, love,” they promise. “I am never letting you go. If you roam, I roam with you, by your side. If my farborn love wishes to settle down, then I am also with you.”
Like that, I cling to them and finally let my mind spin out and away, safe and comforted by Olarte’s solid presence holding me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Olarte
Several hours later, we have made love again, napped, and finally showered and dressed so we can locate Dr. H’looder. He is in his office just off his lab, and we have his undivided attention.
I wish Davies could bite me so I could read him the way he can now read me. Barring that, I watch him as he talks.
“I don’t know if it’s possible for you do to,” Davies says, “but I need help arranging to transport McMurtry’s body home. Or a referral on how to do it. Or…something. I’ll pay for everything. This is something I need to do for him and his family, and for myself.”
Dr. H’looder looks grave as he sits back and nods. “Payment will not be necessary. Once we are finished with our work here and transport thePalmarian Rubayneto its delivery port, I will assist you with that.”
“Thanks. I don’t know if I need to charter a vessel, or what.”
“Not necessary,” H’looder says. “My ship is at your disposal. I will help you research where he needs to be delivered and assist in those arrangements. Once the funeral has happened, I will transport you back to Pfahrn, or wherever it is you wish to go.”
“Really?”
“It will be my honor. Because of your actions, we have shattered a huge smuggling ring and possibly prevented another global tragedy for another world or worlds. You both will be required to testify at the official inquiry, but you will likely be hailed as heroes.”
I watch the pink rise in Davies’ cheeks. “I’m no hero,” he mutters. “McMurtry is the true hero. He could’ve stayed in his cabin and been safe. I begged him to lock himself in there and put his A-1 on.”
“I guarantee you, I will make sure that fact is made public.”
“Thanks, doc.”
I speak up. “Has Colarmin returned yet?”
