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I stare at the wriggling thing. It’s disgusting, with segments of all different colors and what look like antennae at the end. “You want me to touch that thing?”
Chelsea laughs at my distaste. “Well, yeah. That’s how fishing works. These suckers have a hard casing on the head so you need to tear it off before sliding the hook in. The fish go crazy when you do that.”
“Please, my beauty. I’m trying to eat.”
“Are you squeamish, Hrrrusek? My big cat-man with thick claws and thicker cock is scared of a little worm?”
“That worm is not little,” I warn her, leaning away when she holds it up. “And I have never touched a worm in my life and do not see the point in starting now. You can handle the worms and I will feed you. How is that?”
She grins. “It’s an acceptable compromise.”
I tear off a bite of the thick, seed-filled bread and hold it out to her. She nibbles it from my fingers, her tongue touching my claws, and gives me a grateful look as she chews. I eat, too, trying not to watch as she pulls the head off the worm and shoves a barbed hook viciously through its guts. She adjusts the fishing line, unspools it, and then tosses it into the water. A small bit of floating plastic shows where the line is.
“Now we wait,” she announces.
We stay there for a good while, me feeding Chelsea and offering her sips of tea, and talking about the weather here on Risda and the best way to cook up a fresh fish. She promises that she’ll make me dinner if we catch something, but by the time the sun is high, we’ve caught nothing and I can’t stay any longer.
“I need to go in for work,” I say glumly. “I’d rather stay here with you, but I can’t.”
Chelsea nods, tilting her face up at mine. “We’ll pull in our line and call it a day. I’m sorry I didn’t catch you anything. Still wanna come back tonight for dinner?”
“More than anything.” I lean over and brush my mouth over her strange human one. She tastes sweet, like sunshine and jam, and the urge to stay here all day and just touch her—or simply listen to her talk—is overwhelming.
She might not want more than a good time, but I worry I’ve already lost my heart, and when it comes time for me to leave, I’m going to be as gutted as that poor worm she massacred.
* * *
I rushthrough my work all day long. On my lunch break, I grab my food, slap it between two pieces of flat-bread, and eat as I work my mech suit, welding away. Jrrru comments on my sudden enthusiasm for “grunt-work,” but I’ve got Chelsea waiting for me, and the sooner I get done with my tasks for the day, the better.
If she wants to go fishing again, I’ll go fishing again. If she wants me to lick her cunt until she screams, I’ll gladly do that, too. I just need to be with her. It’s a craving, and so I work through my task-list with grim determination.
By the time the ramp we’re constructing is finished, I log my mech suit in, race back to my quarters for a change of clothing, and then run out to grab one of the crew’s air-sleds to take out for the night. Jrrru is waiting next to the last one, his arms crossed, and gives me an amused look as I storm toward him. “She that good in bed, brother?”
“Better,” I admit, striding to the sled. “And if you ever say that again, I’ll rip your throat out.”
He holds his hands up, grinning. “I’m not saying anything bad. I’ve got your back, little brother. Who do you think saved you a sled when the others wanted to go out drinking tonight?”
I hesitate, because I didn’t mean to snarl at my brother. Jrrru is a good sort, and he truly does have my back. He didn’t say anything about me not returning to our quarters last night, even though it’s against our contract rules. “Sorry. It’s just…we’re only here until the job finishes. I want to spend every moment I can with her.”
“I understand. If anyone asks me, you’ve got a case of runny bowels from local food and you took a sled to visit the medic in town.” Jrrru pushes off the side of the air-sled. “Enjoy yourself. Tell her your brother says hello. Perhaps I’ll get to meet her at some point.”
It’s doubtful. Part of me doesn’t want to introduce her to my better-looking, more charming brother. He doesn’t have a gut from eating too much. He’s good with his words. I don’t want Chelsea falling in love with him instead. “Maybe.”
I take off with the sled and charge through the air at full speed.The sun is going down, and as I pull up to Chelsea’s farm, I wonder if I should have sent a comm in advance to let her know what time I’m arriving. I was in such a hurry that I didn’t think about it. My thoughts have been filled with her smile, the way her mouth feels under mine, those throaty gasps when I’m deep inside her…
She opens the door as I get out of the sled, a delighted grin on her face. “You’re here sooner than I thought!”
How do I tell her I’m already addicted to her?
Chelsea lifts her arms, tilting her face up for a greeting kiss as I approach. I kiss her, all right. I kiss her and haul her pretty plump backside up into the air, pulling her against me. She makes a sound of surprise, her arms anchoring to my neck, but as I continue to kiss her and haul her inside, she chuckles. “Someone missed me,” she says against my lips. “I missed you, too.”
“Need to get plas-film,” I tell her, hiking her skirts. She’s wearing a simple green dress today, which makes it easy to touch her. I stagger toward the kitchen, trying to hold onto her and touch her between her thighs at the same time.
“Plas-film today,” she agrees. “Tomorrow, we both get tested.”
I groan because I like the thought of that, of driving inside her, bare and delicious. “Tomorrow.”
I set her down atop the counter and pull a plas-film packet out of my pocket, ripping it open. My trou come open next, and then I’m kicking off my boots and shoving my clothes aside because I need her desperately and want to be inside her.
