Neal came zooming out of the bathroom as our door chimed.
“That will be Lopresh,” I guessed, as Mitchell had just said he was on his way.
“Indeed it is,” Xeranos replied as I turned to answer the door.
“Wait! I gotta show Daddy the basket!”
I threw Lopresh an apologetic look. He grinned. “Priorities,” he said with a wink.
“It’s in the chiller, already packed,” Mitchell told him.
‘’Kay,” Neal said, pulling me by the hand to the kitchen. He opened the chiller and showed me the large wicker basket Mitchell had placed there. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
“I really like the red-checked trim,” I told him.
“We gots a tablecloth blanket that matches it,” Neal said proudly. “And I gots to squish the eggs before Papa put them back together.”
I wondered exactly what it was we were going to be eating. That sounded…interesting.
Neal let go of my hand. “Okay, bye, Daddy, bye Papa! Do your business so we can has our picnic tomorrow!” he yelled, barrelling out the front door, leaving Lopresh to chuckle and give us a small wave as he hurried to catch up.
“Well, looks like I was worried over nothing,” I said, relieved.
“We’ll have hiccups every now and again. It takes time to build a family,” Mitchell replied, placing his arms around me before kissing my neck.
“It’s time well spent,” I murmured.
“Mmm,” Mitchell agreed, leaning his head on my back.
I turned in his arms. “You keep that up, and we won’t be able to answer the door for our dinner guests.”
“After dinner, then,” he replied huskily, letting go.
The dessert he was proposing sounded better than the chocolate cupcakes we were to have tomorrow.
CHAPTER16
MITCHELL
His friends were great.It wasn’t their fault at all that I was eager to see them leave. In hindsight, we should have had them over sometime next week. Oops. Thankfully they did not seem to notice my fidgeting. Well, if they did, they probably thought it was over having Jolar’s friends over for the first time and serving them food I’d cooked. It wasn’t anything fancy, just spaghetti with some sauce Xeranos told me how to make using the replicator. Talk about living theStar Trekdream!
Once they left, Jolar and I cleared up together and headed straight to bed. Climbing in, I told him, “I wanted to wait until we were alone to tell you this, but my meeting went pretty well, I think.”
Jolar pulled me into his arms. “It did?”
“Mmhmm. I had my options explained to me, and we decided given my dyslexia and the fact we will be living here among the Mylos, even if you later transfer out from the Fleet, that one-on-one mentorship and personalized training for me to become a level one medic would be the ideal first step. I have to talk to Dr. Proslo about it, and they said he’ll be in touch with me sometime in the next week or so.”
He beamed, kissing my temple. “I knew it would go well. I am so proud of you!”
“I think it’s worth a reward, don’t you?” I stroked the scales along one side of his neck. “All this beautiful plumage has allowed you to entice your mate into asking for you to show him what you’ve got.”
He growled, sending shivers of excitement down my spine. I watched as he released me and slid down under the covers, pushing my knees up and apart. What was he up to? I had my answer moments later as I felt his tongue lick me from under my balls to the top of my crack before he dove in and began feasting on my hole.
“Oh, God!” I shouted, my hands fisting the covers. No one had ever done that to me before, and holy hell, the feeling: it was indescribable. To say it felt divine was far too paltry a description. Soon, his tongue pierced my opening and he began to tongue fuck me. One finger, then another joined it. I was reduced to a babbling mess, and I did not fucking care. I just didn’t want him to ever stop, though he did, but only long enough to fling the covers off and reach for the lube.
I pulled my knees up, resting my ankles on his shoulders as he lined himself up. Our eyes met, and I nodded as the head of his beautiful cock met my hole. He stilled, waiting for my permission to continue. He thrust in a tiny bit, then eased out, then back in a bit deeper. He kept doing that until he was all the way in, and I was grateful because, holy jeebus, he felt much bigger than I’d thought, and I’d known he was proportional.
“Don’t stop,” I told him, and he gave me a filthy grin as he shifted position as he pulled out and thrust back in. My back bowed as I saw stars. Hello prostate, our good friend…
