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What if I have sex with him and then I end up never seeing him again?
My mind is a jumbled mess of emotions.
I haven’t felt this way for any of the other Hyrrokin I’ve met. I assumed that this was because I wasn’t attracted to theirspecies in general because they all look like creatures from my darkest nightmares. But I’m quickly learning that once I left the mansion, the rest of the Hyrrokin on Tarvos are kind and honorable. And this male next to me might be the most honorable of all.
And by far the sexiest.
We return to the ranch and they all unload what we brought back. Thorn and I are left in the kitchen, alone again for a moment.
I lift my chin. “I know I kissed you but…but I still can’t tell you anything about who I was with or where I came from for your own protection. The less you know about me, the better. I shouldn’t even have told you my real name but I was caught unaware and had just woken up. I feel bad about that because that could cause you harm. Remember, I’m here briefly, lying low. In a moon cycle or two it should be fine for you to smuggle me to the nearest urban center so I can leave for my own planet on a transporter station. As if I was never here.”
Why does this statement make me sad? Now all I can think of is that if I leave, I won’t see Thorn ever again, or this ranch, or any of the other males that work here.
He steps close. “Do you want to stay?”
I purse my lips because I can feel hot tears forming behind my eyes. “I am surprised at how quickly I feel comfortable out here. I’m the one child who left to go to the big city and wanted to work in business. I even wanted to work in intergalactic business and live off planet and experience other species and cultures. Everyone thought that was crazy. My brothers and sisters all still work on the family farm or in the small town I grew up in. So, in essence this isn’t new to me. Even though we’re on a different planet, much of this is similar to home.”
“Do you still wish to go to the big city and back to working for large corporations?”
I blink. “Maybe not?”
He cups my cheek. “Never forget, this can be your home.” His lips press against my ear, causing shivers of desire to race down my spine and pool between my thighs. “You can remain here, with me, as my bound, sharing my bed, swollen with my offspring. You can choose me.”
And then he leaves me dazed, standing alone, the door closing behind him.
Chapter 11
Mica
Last night I asked if I could start trying to fix up the rooms in this house. I wanted to know if it was all right for me to go in all his spaces and open drawers if needed and possibly even touch personal items in order to simply remove them from boxes.
Thorn heartily agreed to this suggestion.
This makes me happy because I really need something to do to keep busy. I’ve already baked a massive amount of chocolate chip cookies this morning, which are on the counter, ready for me to give to the ranch hands this afternoon.
I am going to make Thorn and I quesadillas with meat from the ranch for lunch. I hope he likes it. And I have beans in the crockpot for dinner. But I still need more to keep busy.
Thorn promised to take me on a quick practice ride in the pen this afternoon, on Jantela, the sweet riding beast I met yesterday. But until then, I need work to keep busy because I will worry too much about the hit Rokena has out for me and the fact that Sheriff Loadstone warned me today via message to keep close to the house and barn, because he knows that Rokena and Avid have left the mansion and their whereabouts are unknown.
So here I am, in the utility closet surrounded by the most expensive cleaning bots on the market and none of them were turned on. I’ll have to tell my mom this story later, she’ll think it’s hilarious. I’ve got five more to program. I take the time to go through each one and read the instructions, then program them for their tasks. And in moments I’ve one cleaning bot that works only the bathrooms. Another that works the floors. And another that does all the laundry. There’s even a third just to fix items that are broken.
Then I go upstairs to tackle the most pressing problem—Thorn’s bedroom. After that, I’ll attack the jumbled mess that is his office downstairs.
This room is much like the guest bedroom, but much bigger. There is another ebony, four poster bed, but it’s larger. The bedding is white again. The walls are painted a dark blue, which I like. There’s a much more substantial fireplace and the wall of windows facing the back meadow are wider.
I go into his bathroom and I’m in awe at how beautiful this is and there’s even a sink for me, as well as for him. Again, it’s similar to the guest bath, but as I assumed, bigger and nicer. It’s perfectly set up for two people. I open up his medicine cabinets and look inside his shower and that’s when I really come to realize that he for reals does not have a girlfriend, does not have any kind of significant other and as far as I can tell doesn’t even invite women over. There is nothing here but his own personal items.
This makes me happy.
His closet is a jumbled mess. The man has no organizational skills. He has nice things but doesn’t put them in any kind of order. He seems to really like black belts and silver buckles. No shoes of any sort. It’s so bizarre to me that no one on the planet wears shoes. I glanced at his feet many times. The skin is redwith silver toenails that look a little bit like claws. Everyone here takes a lot of time washing their feet, which is nice.
I see green pants, dark brown pants and he does have one pair of nice black pants, I suppose for special occasions. But mainly they all seem like work pants. There’s even a sash I’ve noticed maybe this is the equivalent of on my planet of a man wearing a suit. I open drawers and find underwear and pajamas but not even socks. He has shorts two different types of shorts for swimming, or for just lounging around pajama shorts.
One of the cleaning bots helps me and the two of us put everything as it should be because he has a very nice closet. I stand back and smile, loving how all the boxes in his bedroom are now unpacked and thrown away. And his side of the closet is nicely organized.
And then I look to my right and I realize again that half of it is empty.
Then I feel nervous. I hope he won’t be angry that I did this. He never said that anywhere was off bounds. He didn’t make up really any rules but to be truthful. I hope he just trusts me.
