That doesn’t seem fair to him. “What if—”
“No.”
“But—”
“Nope.”
“Jaime—”
“Still no. Give it up, Professor. I have over two decades of experience arguing with my brother. I can do this all day.”
Laughter, startling in its intensity, bubbles up my throat. Galaxies, it feels good to laugh like this. “I should have eaten you.”
Jaime’s laughter is more melodic, sounding like music to my ears. “Well, you haven’t, so you gotta deal with me now. Although there are still some parts of me you can eat…”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Yup. When it comes to sex, I’m the feral beast in this relationship. So…?”
Chuckling, I pull a self-inflatable mattress from the pile of supplies and spread it in the middle of the room, intent on giving Jaime at least a modicum of comfort since he’s stuck in a cell with me for the foreseeable future. As I unroll it, something clatters on the floor. When I pick it up, I realize it’s Jaime’s fossil. He notices too, his eyes growing shiny with tears.
“You know,” he says as he swallows roughly, “I stand behind what I said. Metaphorically, of course. The time we spent together on that moon was the best date I’ve ever had.”
“Your dates must have been terrible, then. You were literally fighting for your life in a jungle with a half feral beast for company.” Human dating customs must be truly odd. I’ve consumed some of their literature and entertainment videos while decoding your languages so they could be added to the UGC database, but I don’t remember reading anything about mating habits. That’s an oversight I’ll have to remedy the moment someone trusts me with a datapad.
“Yeah, there was that,” Jaime admits, “but I also got spa days at hot springs with the best personal assistant I’ve ever had, and don’t forget the sightseeing trips. The fossils were amazing. Thank you for showing them to me.”
I lower my head, embarrassed, but also stupidly pleased by his praise. I’m increasingly grateful that even my primal self is such a sappy romantic that it wanted to make Jaime happy, even when I didn’t really know what I was doing. “You’re welcome,” I manage to murmur. This time it’s not the fog, but embarrassment stealing my words. Desperate to change the subject to something lighter, I return to Jaime’s earlier offer. “So, which parts of you are edible again? You’re not using your legs, are you?” I’m not afraid he’ll take the joke the wrong way since he’s often made a similar one.
Laughing, Jaime leans closer, smacks my shoulder, and pulls me in for a kiss. “You’re an idiot, but I love you anyway. I meantmy ass, though. It’s all I could think about ever since I first saw your tongue. Do aliens eat ass?”
I groan as my cock shoots out of my pouch, filling so fast it makes me dizzy.
Jaime smirks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes…” I echo. A million times, yes.
Chapter 33
Jaime
Aroundofsexand a long nap later, the door chimes again. “Ugh,” I groan as I stretch my arms out. Although the mattress came rolled up in a bundle barely large enough to hold a towel, it’s big enough for both Adam and me and surprisingly comfortable. Not that I’ve been putting it to much use, since I slept on top of Adam, practically passing out after fucking him again. I love it, but I need to tell him I enjoy bottoming too, so he doesn’t think we have to stick to this position forever.
Meeting my eyes with his sleepy ones, Adam yawns, his maw opening so wide I can see the back of his throat and could counthis numerous teeth if I wanted to. “Morning,” I mutter as I fight off a yawn of my own.
Adam’s reply is interrupted by Steven’s voice. “Jaime? Are you alive?”
“No! Go away!” I call back at him, ready to fall back into sleep, but my brother isn’t easily deterred. I don’t care what anyone says about younger siblings. It’s the older ones who are the more annoying.
“You can’t stay locked up in there forever. We need to talk.”
Adam, the traitor, agrees. “He’s right. Your treatment—”
“Gah. I was hoping to give you a morning blowjob, but guess not.”
Adam snorts. “No, you weren’t. You were going to fall back asleep and keep drooling on my chest. You need to talk to your brother.”
Damn this guy. “What is this, a league of older brothers? So annoying,” I grumble. I’m not a morning person. It’s probably not actually morning, but whatever. “Fine. I should probably dress first, though. And wash this cum off myself. And pee. And—”
