Chapter 11 #2
“In that case, we’ll watch in the bedroom,” I said. “Where I can pass out the moment your fingers start working their magic.”
“Who says I’ll be using my fingers?”
My answer was to shovel the last three bites of food into my mouth and stand with my dishes, only to have Kekoa pluck the plate and glass out of my hands and carry them to the sink.
“Please tell me you don’t have a tragic past involving dishwashers?” I said as they opened it with one hand while rinsing the glass.
“Nope, all have survived my attempts to load them and pop in a pod.”
“Okay, fair,” I said.
“Had a flashback to the time your dad put dishwashing liquid in one, didn’t you?” Nyx asked.
“Just for a moment.”
“What happened?” Kekoa asked as they finished loading it and added the pod to its spot but didn’t start the machine.
“I told him about the solar panels on the roof and explained that it was more economical to run the appliances in the daytime,” Nyx explained.
“So, if we’re all set here, me and my magical tentacles will be awaiting you in the bedroom,” they said as they breezed past us.
“Seems like you guys had an amazing day,” I said as Nyx tugged me against his side.
“We did, and I had the chance to learn more about why they choose to wear their hair that way, but that’s a conversation for another time,” he said. “Tonight, just let us take care of you.”
“You’ll hear no protests from me,” I admitted. “I could go for a bit of pampering.”
As soon as I stepped back into the bedroom, I realized they had put a lot of thought into tonight.
There was a container of water on the floor by the bed, which they’d probably fetched from the beach, judging from the slightly salty seawater smell that lingered in the room.
How the hell had they brought home seawater along with everything else they’d revealed in the kitchen?
Oh yeah, the Jeep. Nyx said he was going to take it in case they did a bunch of shopping, which they had, and I knew he kept a couple empty gallon jugs back there.
Had they really spent all day planning this?
Kekoa stepped out of the bathroom as I shed my clothes, naked, with their hair flowing free around their shoulders. The bed was already turned down, and Nyx handed me the remote as soon as I sprawled out on my belly.
Since we’d just finished a show Saturday night, I pulled up a new one.
I’d been curious about Brickleberry for a while now and decided this would be a good time to check it out, though the sight of my mate stepping into the tub of water before shrinking down to his jellyfish form was all I was interested in staring at.
“The sheets need to be washed tomorrow, so relax and don’t get your flippers in a bunch when he starts dripping,” Nyx said as I lifted Kekoa and carried them to the bed.
I couldn’t care less about the dripping when Nyx placed them on my back. Soft and squishy, with the instant bonus of those tingly surges that contact with them sent through my body. I could feel them crawl into place, dragging themselves along my skin.
Oh, sweet bliss.
They molded their body against the back of my neck, tentacles contracting.
It felt like being hooked to a TENS machine after the time I’d strained a muscle in my shoulder, only a thousand times better.
They crept over my shoulder, sending shivers down my back as they caressed my neck with a furled tentacle.
Words failed me while the first episode of Brickleberry played out with me barely hearing a word. I couldn’t even decide if I liked the show. Everything was just soft and mellow as they pulsed against my shoulder, their tentacles pressing into my skin, working the tension out of the muscles.
“This is better than a massage chair,” I slurred and wiggled against the mattress until I was molded into the memory foam.
“I can tell; you look boneless,” Nyx said. “But I do have to borrow him for a moment.”
While he played Dunk the Jellyfish, I lay there on the bed, drifting in and out, unable to catch on to what was unfolding in the show.
I couldn’t even follow the conversations that were taking place.
It was all just a blur of sound. Seawater dribbled over my hip and across the globes of my ass, dripping into the crease, leading to a giggle and a shudder.
The slow glide, coupled with the cool temperature of it, raised a crop of goosebumps on my arms.
“Did that on purpose,” I grumbled as Nyx moved my hair aside to place our jellyfish on my other shoulder.
If I’d worn it as long as Kekoa wore theirs, I’d have had to have Nyx braid it for this to be possible.
My mate’s tentacles were truly magical, or maybe it was the way they crept over my neck and then did a slow slither down my spine.
I’d have sworn the world was melting. My eyes were thin slits when Nyx dunked them again, but my body was so relaxed that him setting Kekoa on the small of my back didn’t even produce a quiver.
I was boneless and loving every tingling surge of toxins they sent into me.
Liquefied. I was an absolute puddle when Kekoa reached the back of my neck again.
His tentacles felt like live wires as they turned, inching left onto the lower curve of my shoulder blade, finding a ball of tension I hadn’t realized I had until his tentacles contracted.
“Tomorrow, I think we’re headed to the strip,” Nyx said as he lifted Kekoa off me again. This time seemed to last longer, and I was startled when I felt Kekoa’s gelatinous body on my calf.
“What, um…why?” I asked when I forgot the rest of the question.
What lingering stiffness remained in them from being on my feet all day was soon caressed away by their gently massaging tentacles as they worked their way from my calf to my thigh.
“Just to grab a few things we couldn’t find at the market,” Nyx explained.
“Everything is at the market,” I muttered.
“Except the hardware store.”
“Ah…yeah, I forgot about that.”
“It looks like you’re about to forget your own name,” Nyx pointed out.
“Partially, just give it a few more minutes.”
Kekoa crept over my ass cheek and clung like they were trying to attach themselves. I didn’t even have the energy for a last-minute quip; I was that exhausted, so I closed my eyes and let them do as they pleased, since there wasn’t a single part of me that wanted to stop them.
Or move.
Or do anything but sleep.