“I am ready to leave now, Mitch,” Jolar said, his tone teasing despite the desperate edge I could hear in it.
“Yep, guest suite. Um, Neal is with Darla, and she’s watching the guys put together the new furniture I ordered.”Great, Mitchell. Just word vomit irrelevant details. All he needed to know was Neal was in safe hands.
Jolar nodded and pulled the sheet back. I reared back, seeing he was nude.
“Careful!” I admonished him.
“My pants won’t fit over this,” he said.
“There’s a wrap in the cupboard,” Dr. Proslo said helpfully. “We’ll give you some privacy to get dressed. He tugged me out of the room by my arm before closing the door. “I didn’t dare leave you in there the way you were looking at each other,” he explained, and now my face and ears were on fire. I was positive there were literal flames licking around my skin.
He chuckled. “It’s all right, Mitchell.” he patted my arm, trying to reassure me. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen from time to time. Sometimes it just happens. At least he wasn’t fully gone running amok all over Oahu.”
“What?” Had that happened? I really wanted to hear that story.
“You’re friends with Darla, yes? I heard you say she’s watching your young.”
“Um, yes. We recently became acquainted. She’s super nice!”
“Ask her about it. I’m sure she and the rest of her cohort would love to share that entire saga with you over cannolis.”
Cannolis? Count me in!
The door opened, revealing Jolar in a sort of toga type thing, slides on his feet. He had a bag in his hand, presumably with his uniform trousers, sash, and boots in it. I hoped he hadn’t lost a sock in there. I really hated finding I was a sock short during laundry. The sock monster was real and he didn’t need any extra help, even if I could simply order a few new pairs for free. It was the principle of the thing.
And why am I thinking about socks right now?I asked myself.Get a grip!
“There you are.”
The door to sickbay opened and two security officers came in.
“Dude, from what I heard, I was afraid you’d gone into full mating frenzy,” one of them said.
“I stabilized him just in time. Thankfully he was cognizant enough to come here instead of straight home.”
“My fingertips started aching and I knew my claws were wanting to come out,” Jolar said by way of explanation.
Holy shifter porn, spaceman! Claws?
I hadn’t known they grew claws but now that I looked closer at Jolar, I noticed his teeth looked...well, fangier.
Oh la la,I mentally fanned myself.
“Okay, well, let’s get you to the guest quarters you’ve been assigned for tonight and tomorrow before one of you jumps the other and gives everyone a free show,” the Mylos said.
“Thanks, Klora. Sorry to drag you away from the interrogation.”
“Nah, that’s alright. Linda Takahashi decided to do nothing but sing. Sachuu asked his first question and she started on about some racehorse named Stewball and it went downhill from there.The L.T.C. is just waiting for her to take a breath so he can ask his next question before she starts another song. She was singing about a dragon playing on a beach the last I heard.”
That woman sounded like a real piece of work.
“That’s the murderer, right?” I asked, my cock deflating a little. Only a little, mind you, as Jolar smelled especially amazingly good right now.
“Yep,” Klora said. “Now, let’s go. I need to get back to The Linda Takahashi Variety Hour.”
I snorted. I knew Klora was Jolar’s best friend, and I liked him already. When things went back to normal, we’d have to invite him over for dinner again.
Jolar offered me his arm and I took it, happily going along behind Klora, the other security guy trailing behind us.
