With a little smile on my face, I turn onto my side, hug the pillow and drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OTIS.
The first thing I remember when I wake up is that there’s a super cute human sleeping in the room opposite mine.
Naked.
Somehow I need to sneak into the bathroom and shower before she wakes up.
I don’t want a repeat performance of last night.
Or maybe I do.
Don’t fucking think about it.
I glance at the alarm clock. Not yet 6 am, my normal wake-up time.
I sigh. The day ahead is chock a block as always. Checking in with the law enforcers on each level of the Labyrinth, sorting out rosters for the week. Doing the rounds of level one and hoping no incidents will take time away from my already stretched resources.
And then there’s the programming that will take me well into the night…
I need to make sure Clem is settled in properly, with work to get on with before I leave.
An image of her in that bed across the corridor, snuggled under the covers, her soft, nubile little body so temptingly close, springs into my mind.
Maybe she’s hoping I’ll join her.
Shut the fuck up, you big green doofus, she’s probably fast asleep.
Nevertheless I feel my cock rising to the occasion.
I sigh and order the fucker to subside. When I swipe my hand over it—just to check, you understand— it bucks hopefully.
Shit, I’m getting desperate here.
The only place I’m prepared to relieve myself is in the shower, due to the copious amounts of cum that orcs produce. And there’s no lock on the bathroom door, because I never freakin’ needed one up until now.
Oh gods, imagine if she walked in on me in the middle of jerking off…
I groan.
What kind of fucking bad joke is this? It’s the first time in two years that I’ve had any real action happening below deck, and already my knot is throbbing at the base of my dick. But now that I’m sharing my home with a female, I don’t have the freedom to relieve the frustration.
We orcs make a fair bit of noise when we come.
We shout. Loudly.
It’s just what we do. Shouting heightens our orgasm and is very hard to control. I’d have to slam one big fist over my mouth, and there would still be no guarantees that she wouldn’t hear my grunts and growls as I came.
The thought propels me out of bed. Putting on my pajama pants (with difficulty, thanks to the fucking green tent pole between my legs), I pace around my bedroom thinking about computer coding until my dick has shrunk enough to sneak out of my room and into the bathroom next door.
I undress, turn the shower to “cold” and jump in, gasping as the freezing water hits my warm body.
No place for hard-ons here.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m dressed in my sheriff uniform and frying eggs and bacon in the kitchen when I hear a sweet human voice behind me. “Mmm, that smells delicious.”
