Chapter 12
Tuvo
His cock was between her thighs again.
Warm and soft, the heat from Hattie’s cunt pressed right against the shaft. He had woken that way, cradling her against his chest again. This time, however, her front was facing his and her legs were spread as though in welcome.
She was still asleep. Her lips parted slightly, her skin warm, her breathing deep and even. A priceless treasure clasped within his arms.
And all he wanted was to break her.
To see her scream and feel her thrash beneath him.
But in his imagination, her sweet moans turned to agony. He was hurting her. Too big for her. His touch bruising. His thrusts damning.
The very thought sent a wave of ice through his veins, chilling his ardor so effectively, it woke him from his drowsy state.
What had he been thinking yesterday?
To play with her. To flirt with her. To stare without shame at her lush, ripe body, just begging for his hands and his lips and his cock.
That little swimming outfit had hidden nothing from him.
Her breasts were offered up, barely contained by the elastic fabric, and the curves of her waist and hips were on full display.
But she was so soft. Her skin so thin. His hands alone were massive in comparison to her. It would be too easy to bruise that sensitive flesh.
Tuvo didn’t think he could live with himself if he hurt her.
But he also couldn’t pull his cock free of the warm nest of her thighs. How easy would it be to part her legs completely? To pull her little panties to the side. To stretch her on his fingers. Coat his hand in her juices and lick them clean before-
R-R-Ring!
The shrill blast of the phone made him jump as it interrupted his fantasy. Thankfully, before he did something he could regret.
But it did give him an idea.
He couldn’t give her his cock, but maybe his fingers wouldn’t be too big…
“Wassat?” Hattie mumbled, slowly rousing from deep sleep.
Keith grumbled something from his bed, reminding Tuvo that he existed. Another reason Tuvo couldn’t fuck Hattie here, not even with his fingers. He would rather rip Keith’s eyes out than allow that male to see Hattie nude ever again.
That was a treat only for himself.
Hattie rolled over, blindly patting around the bed for the phone that had been left plugged into the power supply in the wall with an indistinct murmur.
She snatched it up and rolled back, snuggling once again into Tuvo’s warmth. Like that was exactly where she belonged, as she answered it.
Tuvo recognized Roger, their pilot, speaking on the other end, though he didn’t know what was being said. Instead of trying to figure it out, he put his arm back around Hattie and squeezed her close, curling around her. So sweet and warm and soft.
Too soft.
And just right.
Her free hand was rubbing along his back as, slowly, her words became clearer as she woke up through the conversation. Keith muttered some complaint or another, but Hattie paid him no mind as she finished the conversation.
She finished with, “Thank you,” one of the few phrases he knew, and ended the comm.
“What did Roger say?” Tuvo asked as she yawned, tossing her phone aside as her eyes closed and she leaned into him like she might go back to sleep.
“The plane is ready,” she said. “We can be wheels up in as early as an hour.”
“That’s great news,” he said, genuinely relieved, clutching her close. The sooner he could get Hattie to her home country, where he knew she had security waiting, the better he would feel. “How soon can you be ready to go?”
“Whenever. I kept all my stuff in my suitcase. Just say the word,” she mumbled, eyes still closed, making no attempts to get up.
His Hattie was not good in the mornings. He already knew that she rose later than the others. She also enjoyed a hot, bitter drink that the humans used to give themselves energy.
In contrast, he was used to waking up very early after a lifetime in the military. The breaking of dawn was already brightening the horizon. Normally, he would be up and training. Exercising, strength building, sparring with Atem.
But why do that when he could enjoy this? When he might never get the chance again…
Keith asked something, interrupting his yearning. He bit back a growl, ready to just abandon this male on the island. If only he wasn’t here…
Tuvo might do something he would regret.
As much as he hated him, at least his presence was protecting Hattie. It was better than letting Tuvo lose to his relentless desire and indulge himself to her detriment.
Hattie answered Keith and then, with a sigh, she opened her eyes. She gave him a smile.
“Guess we should get up,” she said, her voice deep and sleepy and sexy.
“We’ll go whenever you’re ready,” Tuvo said, not wanting to let her go. Or force her out of her nest before she was ready.
No. This was not her nest. This strange bed wasn’t worthy of being her nest. She deserved a big bed with huge cushions. Thick blankets. Soft enough to deserve cradling her body. A big sunroof dome to bathe her in light in the mornings and drape her in moon and starlight at night.
His room. He was imagining her in his room.
Oblivious to his imaginings, Hattie forced herself up, stretching her arms overhead.
Showing her body to his appreciative gaze.
His hand twitched with the urge to push her over, back into his arms. Her breasts were right there, above his head, heavy and loose.
They needed his lips, his tongue, suckling at her nipples and preparing them for their pup’s hungry mouths.
No. Stop!
He was weak – truly weak.
His cock was sticking straight up, tenting the blanket over him. He bent his leg as Hattie sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of her neck and yawning again. So sleepy. So cute. She really was not made for the mornings.
That was okay. That just meant he would be able to finish his morning workout before she was awake and ready to cook them breakfast. Then, he could join her in the kitchen. Help her. Taste her food, hold her body, enjoy her presence.
A perfect morning, every morning.
But no. That wasn’t going to happen.
He was a hopeful fool.
Hattie stood to go to the bathroom, only to get cut off as Keith rushed past her. He laughed, celebrating his victory as he shut the door in her face. Hattie rolled her eyes and instead turned to pack the rest of her suitcase, except for what she would need for the day.
The flight to Hattie’s continent was a long one. It behooved them to leave early. The three packed quickly and Hattie called the wheeled shuttle driver that had brought them here initially.
She fell asleep in the vehicle on the drive back to the airport. Leaning against his shoulder. Comfortable against him. Right where she belonged.
Once again, the driver took them right onto the tarmac where their private plane was waiting, staircase already pulled up to the door. Rodger was waiting at the top, and he waved at them with a friendly smile as they stepped from the car.
Keith, of course, was immediately up the stairs. No doubt to take more pictures and videos of himself in the fancy aircraft. Hattie was slower to follow, after making sure that Tuvo had both of their luggage and didn’t need help – as if he would ever allow her to carry them.
He inclined his head to Rodger as he stepped onto the plane. The human male gave him a harmless smile.
Rodger shut and sealed the door on the plane, then closed himself in his cockpit.
Human security protocols meant that no one could enter the cockpit without the pilot’s permission.
He was locked inside and could not be harmed lest the aircraft be molested by enemies.
There could be similar protocols put in place on starships and aircraft out in the universe, so Tuvo understood the purpose.
By now, he was accustomed to the procedure for flight.
He stowed their luggage away as Hattie took a seat. He stopped to grab two bottles of water and brought them back to her. She gave him a grateful smile as he took his seat and fastened his seatbelt in anticipation of takeoff.
It was all very routine and normal at this point.
The flight would be long, but not uncomfortable.
Once they were in the air, Hattie was up, making them breakfast in the little kitchen.
They had leftover blueberry cheesecake, which she used to make something she called French toast. He couldn’t eat it, but she made him eggs and bacon and allowed him to eat what remained of the cheesecake that she stuffed into the toast.
“I can’t wait to show you around my hometown,” she said as the two of them ate at a small table near the back of the plane – away from Keith.
“I can’t wait to see it,” he said, sitting back, patting his stomach. Nice and full from the meal she had made. He could too easily see himself eating like this for the rest of their lives. She’d make him soft around the middle, but he wasn’t mad about the threat.
He was genuinely looking forward to seeing her home. The place that had raised his Hattie. Meeting her parents on a more personal footing than their brief initial interaction. He had merely been introduced upon the first landing.
Purely as a friend, of course.
An excuse that was getting weaker every time he repeated it to himself.
Hattie shifted a bit in her seat before taking a breath and starting, “Tuvo, do you-”
The beeping of the comm in his pocket cut her off.
“Sorry,” he said, standing. “Hold that question.”
He pulled the small device out and answered the communication. It was time for his weekly check in – a human demarcation of time based on their calendar. They had all switched to using it while in Earth territory for convenience.
Technically, he should have been the one to call them, but he had been so caught up chatting with Hattie this morning, he had forgotten.
In fact, what time was it? It had to have been marks, hours, since they finished eating. The two of them had just been sitting there, talking, the whole time.
How did time go so quickly when he was with her?
What had they even talked about? It felt like it was everything and nothing.
Their pasts, their hopes for the future.
Still trying to keep every topic as carefully neutral as possible but getting more comfortable with each other with each conversation that came and went.
He just couldn’t get enough of her. Every word from her lips was a story he was dying to hear. Every glance a caress he needed to feel on his skin. She was a distraction, but one that he was eager to lose himself in.
Even now, as he was going through the standard report with the officers on the ship, his eyes were tracking Hattie as she cleaned up the plane kitchen. A smile on her face.
She was wearing a cute dress today. A white top with a beaded belt leading into a pastel blue skirt that flared around her thighs, teasing him with each step she took. Adorable. Huggable. Completely distracting.
He had to ask the officer on the other end to repeat their questions.
Hattie finished putting away the dirtied dishes then walked to the near window. She looked out with a smile on her face, the incoming sunlight setting her brown hair aglow, bringing life to the amber and gold strands usually hidden within the long locks. A secret delight for his eyes.
He had to ask the officer to repeat themselves again.
She suddenly frowned, tilting her head curiously, her little brow tufts furrowing as though she were confused about something.
Tuvo finished his report as quickly as he could. He barely heard what the others were saying since most of his focus was taken up with studying Hattie as she watched the world outside the window.
He finished the comm and set the device on the counter as he came to join her.
“Something wrong?” He asked, looking out as well.
The Earth below them was stunningly green.
Almost intimidatingly so. His mind insisted that he was flying over dark water, because the ocean was green on Turv.
But he knew that was wrong. That was a forest, spread out like a massive blanket that stretched all the way to the horizon. Huge and beautiful and untouched.
There were no human settlements out there that he could see. Just endless green.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Hattie said, shaking her head and standing straight. She didn’t sound confident.
“Then, why are you frowning?”
“It’s just… I don’t recognize that forest?”
He cocked his head curiously. “Is that a question?”
“It’s a weird thing to say, I guess.” She shook her head, crossing her arms. “I’m not exactly a forest expert, so it’s probably nothing.”
“But…?”
She shook her head, smiling quickly. “No. I’m just being silly. Forget it.”
“No, tell me.”
She hesitated a bit longer before grimacing. “Okay, so, we’re heading to my home, right?”
“Correct.”
“I live in Virginia. Relatively close to the coast. I mean, not like on the coast, but that’s not the point. The airport we’re going to should be like, right there by the coast. We… We shouldn’t be flying over a forest at all.”
Tuvo looked back outside. To the land below them that was nothing but forest.
And… was it getting closer?
Tuvo frowned, his nerves getting tighter as he realized that the blanket of trees below was getting closer, the horizon getting further away.
“Let’s go talk to Rodger,” he said. “Maybe there was another engine-”
BOOM!
Hattie screamed, thrown to the side as the entire aircraft rocked. Tuvo grabbed her with one arm, the other hand balancing him against the wall as they bounced and tilted too far to the side.
Smoke filled the windows on the opposite side of the plane as the scenery on this side began to spin slowly. Like the plane was now going down in a large spiral.
Keith, who had been seated, napping, was thrown from his chair, nearly hitting the front of the plane – having put as much distance between them as he could.
He rolled at the last second, so he ended up sprawled out on the ground instead.
He lifted his head, cursing and yelling as he whipped his head around in confusion.
“Tuvo.”
He looked down. Hattie was staring at him with wide, terrified eyes. Her hands were fisted into his shirt as she clung to him.
This plane was smoking, spiraling down.
Hattie was trapped on this plane.
Tuvo cursed, pushing her back into a nearby seat.
“Stay here, I’m going to-”
“Rodger!” She screamed, pointing.
He turned.
The cockpit door was open now and, sure enough, Rodger had emerged.
The older male’s affable smile was gone now. In its place, there was a disgusted sneer and a focused look of determination. His pristine uniform was wrinkled and mussed thanks to the harness buckled onto his chest and around his legs, connected to a pack on his back.
Tuvo growled, standing straight. Looking into the face of hatred as it glared back at him.
The engine trouble didn’t seem so incidental anymore.