But if he’s looking to me for advice on how to proceed with her, he’s shit out of luck.
Dorian’s the only one of us who’s into the whole adoring groupies thing. I’m pretty sure it’s all a part of his issues with beingaccepted. The rest of us are more than happy for all that bullshit to rest on his shoulders.
Iri always has his own thing going on that I’m not sure any of us understand fully. And Micah’s shown nothing more than polite interest in all the screaming and the offers of blowjobs that pop out of nowhere.
Back when we were first starting out, I tried to see if it was something I could get into. It felt like something that should appeal, considering Orcs have a ferocious sex drive.
But my cock would never cooperate.
Turns out, I need to feel some connection with someone to feel something down there. It made me feel like I had pieces missing or like I don’t fit together quite right.
Maybe if it hadn’t felt like the groupies were doing it for the novelty. It was pretty clear they wanted to suck a monster’s cock. They probably wanted to see if Orcs really do cum as much as the rumors say. Or they wanted to bag a rock star backstage.
None of those possibilities appeal to me.
So I drum and I fuck my fist.
“I was thinking,” Micah says, bringing me back to the moment. “I figured it would be nice if we made breakfast for Sin in the morning and sat down all together. It might help her feel comfortable here.”
Normally, when we get back to the house, we split off and do our own thing unless we’re practicing. After being forced together 24/7 when we’re on the road, it’s been a long time since we willingly chose to spend any of our free time together.
I miss it though. The guys are my second family. And we’re the only family Micah’s got.
I can see about a million holes in Micah’s plan. For one, we have zero food until we make a trip to the nearest supermarket. I guesswe’re too used to being in hotels and having everything easily accessible.
Out here, we’re about a forty-five minute drive from the nearest town.
And it’s late as hell. My bed is calling to me.
“I was hoping we could make those little pastry things. You know the ones, we used to have them whenever we were on the East Coast?”
“You mean the ones that Linda used to make?” She was our personal chef when we were staying on the East Coast for a few months last year.
“Oh.” His face drops and I let out a sigh.
Fuck. He looks so damn hopeful. I don’t want to crush his dreams.
Seems we’re making a midnight trip to the supermarket so Micah can make some pastry things we don’t even have the recipe for. So that the two of us can attempt to do something nice for the woman sleeping just down the hall.
Should be simple enough, right?
Micah
WRONG.
The following morning, Sin comes down to breakfast and is greeted by a disaster of a kitchen and two overtired and slightly emotional monsters in the middle of it.
We got home from the supermarket after two am last night and it took another hour to get things prepped so that this morning could go seamlessly.
Too bad that while Cal can make a mean sandwich, his talents don’t stretch to using the stove and my incompetence in the kitchenoutweighs any of his abilities, and Iri and Dorian were nowhere to be found to help dig us out of the hole we dug ourselves.
All I wanted to do was show my appreciation to the woman who has made the world quiet and my feelings my own for the first time in my life.
I’ve been on this earth for a long time and I can’t remember ever feeling so good.
I don’t think Sin appreciated what it means either, or what she’s done for me. Instead of the bombardment of alien emotions that follows me wherever I go, I feel calm and safe.
She gave me a solution to a problem that’s plagued me for centuries and she expected nothing back from me for it.
