There’s also a spreading coffee stain over my left boob where I threw it all over myself when I got my pocket caught up on the handle.
I’m still swearing down at my bare ass being on display when Cal walks in with a sandwich and a drink, coming to a sudden halt when he catches me mooning him as soon as he steps through the door.
“Uh, Sin?”
Fuuuck.
“Yeah. I know.” I’m torn between burying my face in my hands like that’s going to shield me from view, and checking on Cal’s reaction.
The second one wins out and I’m treated to the sight of a slight blush coloring the tops of his cheeks.
“Stay where you are,” he rasps. “Here. Food. Eat. I’ll be right back.” He hands over a plate with a sandwich on it and a drink and spins on his heel.
I’m torn between throwing myself out the window and digging a hole to hide in when my stomach growls angrily. I glance at the time and realize half the day has gone by and somehow I forgot to eat.
I have a massive pile of sketches ready to run past the band, though.
Cal’s attempt at a sandwich looks a lot better than this morning’s breakfast. I take a massive bite and am busy chewing when he returns with a little tin in his meaty fist. He opens it up, displaying a sewing kit.
“I brought you a t-shirt to change into as well, or I can do it while you’re still wearing your overalls.”
I blink at him, chewing and swallowing before I can answer. “Uh, do what?”
He raises an eyebrow. Like, do I really need to explain this? “I’m going to sew you up. It looks like a pretty clean tear.”
He’s still blushing, and that’s distracting me from my embarrassment. I chew a bit more and swallow before mumbling, “You know how to sew?”
He chuckles, grabbing my hips and shifting me in front of him until he’s kneeling at my side. My stomach swoops, my grin fading as a jolt of electricity goes straight to my clit.
Shit, my ass is basically in his face... and I enjoyed him manhandling me a little too much.
I shift awkwardly on my feet and he growls a warning, steadying me with his hand on my thigh this time. His hand is so big, it covers my entire thigh, and I gulp.
Trying not to focus on the warmth of his palm on my leg, I twist my neck as far as it can go to watch him sew me up. He tugs the two pieces of material together and hums under his breath before pulling back and plucking a needle and thread from his little kit.
Holy hell, is it hot in here? My cheeks feel like they’re on fire.
“Where did you learn how to sew?” I ask, my voice hoarser than usual. He licks the tip of the thread and threads it into the needle, which looks impossibly tiny beside his thick fingers.
This giant Orc on his knees, taking care to carefully thread a needle. Yeah, for some reason, that really does it for me as well. I have to fight the urge to rub my thighs together.
He glances up at me with a little shy smirk. “Look at me, Sin. Do I look like a guy who can buy clothes off the rack?”
Huh, I guess not. “That doesn’t mean you would have to sew your own clothes, though. Most people pay money for someone else to tailor them.”
“One of my sisters does it for a living.” He shrugs and I watch the thick muscles in his neck shifting with avid interest. “She makes all my stuff, but my mom was the one to teach all of us to mend our own clothes. I can still do emergency repairs when they’re needed.”
“Handy skill to have.”
He chuckles. “You might not believe it after this morning, but my dads also taught us how to cook. I have four dads and they’d all take turns cooking when we were growing up, so there was a big variation in skill level.” He grins up at me. “We’d go from having a basic grilled cheese that was on the wrong side of burnt one day to a three course roast dinner the next.” Another shrug of his big shoulders as he makes neat stitches in the material.
It’s engrossing, watching him focus all his attention on my overalls. His eyes don’t stray to my ass once, even though it’s right there in all its pasty glory. He gets this little furrow in his brow and my neck aches from the awkward angle I’ve got it twisted at. The stitches he makes look impossibly small considering the size of him, I never would have thought he could make them look so uniform and neat.
A few minutes later, he lets out a satisfied grunt, which causes my belly to flip over itself. He sits back on his haunches, admiring his work, before patting my ass and getting to his feet. Once he’s at his usual height, towering above me, Cal adjusts himself... including the bulge in the front of his pants.
Guess he isn’t so unaffected after all. I’m burning up slightly and my underwear is uncomfortably damp, I can feel I’m slick between my legs.
“Eat all that sandwich,” he says. “You need the fuel.”
