Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
OTIS.
I throw myself onto the chair in my study and stare balefully at my messy desk.
It’s been a crazy few hours, and it’s completely thrown me out of my usual routine.
Which is work. Work. And more work.
I have to admit, I really enjoyed sitting at the table at Digger’s Diner with my friends, and Clem. We laughed and ate and drank and introduced Clem to grappa. She took one mouthful and practically sprayed it over the table, much to everyone’s amusement. But she loved the food and ate with gusto.
I could have watched her for hours. When she got sauce down her chin I was so tempted to reach out with a napkin and wipe it away. When she laughed and the dimples appeared in her cheeks, I wanted to lean over and press my thumb pad into them. She’s so pretty, so dainty, so delectable.
Stop mooning over her, you big green oaf.
I can hear the combustion burner that signifies Clem is having a shower. I pinch the bridge of my nose and wrinkle my brow, trying to think of anything but her naked little body under those jets of water.
When we got home half an hour ago, I gave her a towel and explained how to get the water temperature right in the shower.
I cleared away my shit and shoved it into the cupboard.
I’m a bachelor, right—bathrooms aren’t my priority.
Leanna, my ex, always kept it neat and tidy, but her bottles of face creams used to drive me nuts, to be honest. I was always knocking skin lotion off the counter and breaking the fucking things.
I stare at the piles of papers on my desk, ruffle a hand over my spiked hair, my thoughts dwelling on this new arrangement with a human female in residence.
We’ve barely talked about how she’s going to help me.
There’s been no mention of how long she’ll stay, but from what Jax said, it’s not safe for her to be up in Sparkle any longer, so I can’t see her going back there anytime soon.
The human authorities know she’s linked to Sammy, and they’ll do anything to find out how Sammy quite literally, disappeared before their eyes.
Clem disappearing, just as they were about to question her, will likely cause more suspicion, but what other choice did Jax have? I rub a tusk, frowning with the worry of it all.
I remind myself that I have to focus on what I can control: the covert surveillance system I’m setting up to spy on the Sparkle authorities.
I grab a lap top computer and drag it toward me, open it and check the recent coding I’ve been working on.
I open one of the books on programming, expecting to work into the night.
My brain, relieved to be distracted from the image of Clem in the shower, delves deeper into equations, problem-solving, solutions.
Tomorrow I will put on my sheriff uniform and bark orders at my staff.
But right now, I’m immersing myself in my love of mathematics and science, trying to figure out what makes these damn machines communicate with one another.
I have a sudden brain wave and, bending my head over my paperwork, start scribbling.
A sudden high-pitched scream stills my hand on the page.
It’s coming from the bathroom. Acting on instinct, I jump up, knocking over my chair, and dash out of my study, down the corridor. I hesitate for the briefest second at the bathroom door, then another scream forces me into action.
I shove open the door and fight my way through the steam.
Clem is crouched naked in a corner of the shower, her short dark hair wet and plastered to her head. The water is still running, causing steam to partially obscure my view. Her eyes are huge saucers as her gaze tracks something on the shower cubicle wall.
“Clem, what’s up?” I ask. She’s hugging her arms around her body, but her little toosh is naked, a perfect v of dark hair between her curvy white thighs.
I tear my eyes away and follow her gaze.
Suddenly, I see a creature scuttle along the tiles, hundreds of hairy legs and a yellow and black body. It zigzags down the wall toward where Clem is huddled.
The next thing I know, she has literally leaped out of the shower and hurled herself into my arms.
Oooph. I take a step back, bracing. She’s feather light, so not much problem for me to catch her, except she’s wet and soapy. Instinctively, my big hands curve around her slippery little butt.
I stifle a desire to laugh even as my cock hardens. The feel of her delectable body in my arms means there’s no way I can control that bastard.
“It’s okay,” I try to reassure her, my voice husky. “It’s harmless.”
“What i-is it?” she pants close to my ear, her breasts squishing into me. I can feel her hands clawing round my bicep. She turns her head and peeps over her shoulder, biting her lips. Water from her wet body seeps through my shirt, drips down my arms.
“An octomopede. They like the steam, it brings them out of hiding,” I explain.
“Is it like a spider?”
“No, not a spider.”
She whimpers. “It look even worse than a spider. So many legs…”
With a shudder, she clings on even tighter. All I’m aware of is how soft, warm, and wet her breasts are, soaking the material of my shirt.
And holy hell, her little pussy is pressed into my abs, just above my belt buckle, her legs straddling either side of my torso. My cock obligingly lengthens another inch. Which means she’s sure going to notice its presence pretty darn soon.
Orc dick is big at the best of times. Erect, it’s fucking impossible to ignore.
Glued together, we watch as the octomopede scuttles up to the roof and makes an exit through the vent. “There, it’s gone,” I soothe.
“But it could jump out again.”
“They don’t jump, they scuttle.”
“Don’t I know it! It was zigzagging all over the wall next to me,” she wails. “With all those horrible legs.”
“They hate noise, so with you screaming, I doubt if it will come back. I’ll check the air vent tomorrow to see if it’s got a nest up there.”
“Nest!” Her body goes rigid with fear. I swallow hard and tell my cock to take a hike. It refuses.
“You mean there could be more of them?” Her horrified face is inches from mine now, and I register how perfect her skin is, how rosy her lips are, so close and so fucking tempting…
“I’ll flush them out.” I try to sound casual, but already my voice has dropped an octave. “Do you feel safe to get down now?” I add gruffly, as my cock pulsates against my zipper.
“Erm. I guess so.” She lets out a hysterical little laugh.
There’s only one way to put her back on her feet, and that’s to slide her down my body.
I loosen my arms and she slips lower. And then she stops—right—ah shit.
Right there. The pressure of her body on my cock renders me speechless.
The hard rod in my pants is pressed right against her pussy now.
And then the fucker obligingly flexes, which doesn’t help matters.
How the fuck could she miss my pulsing shaft?
She lets out a little gasp.
I cringe.
She certainly hasn’t missed it.
Her eyes fly to my face and for a second, we stare at each other.
Her lips part, the green of her eyes darkens.
We’re suspended together in this glorious, confusing moment, full of lust and embarrassment.
By the gleam in her eyes, and the tiny, barely audible little mewl she makes, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t hate what’s happening.
And that’s almost worse than if she found me repulsive.
The possibility that Clem could be as aroused as I am nearly blows every fuse in my orc brain. It’s been so long since a female—let alone a beautiful human one—has looked at me this way. I literally have no idea what to do.
So I drop her the last couple feet.
She squeaks in surprise, topples, then rights herself.
Averting my gaze, I stride over to the hook, grab the towel and hold it out to her, my face averted.
The silence is fraught with tension.
Then she grabs the towel and starts babbling. “I’m not a coward you know, normally… I don’t like spidery things, but I can take most other critters.” I glance quickly at her, and sigh with relief to see the towel safely wrapped around her.
My cock is subsiding now, but I don’t dare look at her gorgeous cleavage above the top of the towel.
She’s totally bedraggled, her eyes still darting around the room, but there’s a softness in them as she returns her gaze to mine and says, “Thank you, Otis. I didn’t mean to…
erm, jump on you, it was just panic. Are there a lot of creepy crawly things down here in the Labyrinth? ”
“Not many. And none of them are poisonous.”
I wonder if she’ll ask me to check her bedroom. I am not going to offer, not after that embarrassing little interlude. That could come over real sleazy.
“Are you feeling okay?” I ask through tight lips.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine now.”
“Do you need me to bring you something to wear?”
“No thanks. I sleep nude.”
I nod, tighten my mouth into a hard line, and scarper.
CLEM.
I lie staring up at the celling, tracing the rocky corners for any bug things with legs, my heart thumping loudly against my ribs. We don’t get many insects in Sparkle, and the ones we do have can be quickly exterminated with spray.
But that thing was humungous and hairy. And had so many legs…
And then I find myself giggling and stifle it with a hand over my mouth. Because another thing that was humungous was what Otis was packing in his pants. As I slid down his body there was no mistaking that it wasn’t his belt buckle pressing into my toosh.
Jumping into his arms really had been involuntary. I saw a big rescuer, and I ran to him. Honestly, for me, seeing a bug like that is like being in a war zone. Terrifying.
And truth be told, once I was there, plastered against his chest, I wasn’t inclined to go anywhere else.
A frisson of heat pulses between my thighs, making my clit throb as I recall the way my legs were flung around his hips, my pussy pressed into him. Feeling his cock literally expand into me was… so flattering.
He really wanted me. His face went taut, a muscle ticked in his jaw and his eyes blazed dark red. Like he was hungry for me.
Like I was everything he’d want to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
In a nice way.
Like I was irresistible.
Honestly, it was the biggest turn-on.
I moan a little and stroke my hands down my body, over my pebbled nipples, across my belly and lower.
I feel between my folds. My fingers slip and slide in my arousal.
I wonder what orc cock looks like. I could tell it’s huge. And I guess it would have to be green, wouldn’t it?
I close my eyes, move my fingers around the swollen bud of my clit and let out a ragged little sigh.
It’s been a big day.
I’m still really strung out, buzzing with adrenalin. There is so much that’s new and incredible, and with the last half hour of bug trauma, it’s all just blown my mind. And to top it off, I’m sleeping in the house of one seriously sexy orc, who clearly is not indifferent to me.
I moan and bounce my hips in frustration.
Damn, my vibrator is in my suitcase back at Paradise Beach.
But who needs a vibrator when you can fantasize about an orc doing far more exciting things with his cock?
I snuggle lower in the bed and work my core with two fingertips, then, dipping my middle finger inside me, pump it against my g-spot while I imagine what might have happened if I’d dared to reach down and undo the zipper of Sheriff Otis Cane’s pants.
I imagine him groaning, bending his head and kissing me with those full lips, his big tongue forking into my mouth, the sides of his tusks smooth either side of my cheeks.
I imagine how I’d release his huge hot green cock.
How he’d growl deep and low and then march me into his room, tip me on his bed and…
My strokes speed up, and I thrust another finger inside me.
Very soon, my release hits and I cover my mouth with my other hand to stop myself from crying out as I come.
Finally, as the last little aftershocks reverberate through me, I slide my hand back up my body.
Fantasizing about a huge green orc pleasuring me has sure helped me relax.
With a little smile on my face, I turn onto my side, hug the pillow and drift off to sleep.