Chapter 7
Hattie
How had she not thought about this immediately?
There were three people and only two beds. Keith had obviously claimed one and was lying dead center, taking up as much room as possible, as he scrolled through his phone.
Tuvo was crouched by the other, taking his blood pills.
The knife he gave her was sitting on the bed and she wasn’t sure if that was for him or her.
Not that it really mattered. There was nowhere else for him to sleep.
The little house didn’t have a couch and there wasn’t enough floor space for Tuvo to stretch out.
He might not even fit on the bed without curling up his legs.
Which meant she now had a choice.
Keith grinned, lowering his phone before batting the blanket beside him. “Come on, Hats. We’re adults. We can share a bed without it being weird.”
They so could not. Especially not when they used to date.
And the way he suddenly ran his fingers through his hair, trying to give it a mussed look, made her concerned he would use the opportunity to take pictures of her sleeping beside him for his socials.
It was one thing to get caught in a selfie, but she wasn’t going to let the world think they were having sex.
But on the other hand, there was Tuvo.
She definitely couldn’t share a bed with him without it being weird. Not when her feelings hadn’t gotten the message that there was no benefits package to this friendship. Not when her thighs were already slick, and it wasn’t from water.
Tuvo stood straight, all the muscles in his abdomen and back clenching with the easy movement.
He had no shirt on, only loose, fluttering pants.
Hattie both hated and loved the domini habit of letting their skin breathe and camouflaging against their surroundings as often as possible.
Staring at the long expanse of muscle and scarred flesh on Tuvo’s body was exciting and thrilling, in decidedly unfriendly ways.
She didn’t think she was strong enough to lay next to him half naked and not let her fingers ‘accidentally’ touch him a couple times in the night.
If she could even put space between them considering how large he was and how little room that would leave her if they got on the same bed.
“The bed is yours,” Tuvo said, gesturing to it. “I got your knife out. Keep it in reach. We should be safe, but I’d rather you be careful.”
“Tuvo, no, you take the bed,” she insisted. “You’re too big to lay on the ground.”
Tuvo gave her a look like she had said something stupid. “Hattie, do you honestly think I’m going to allow you to sleep on the ground? Get in the bed before I put you there myself.”
It wasn’t an empty threat. Tuvo could pick her up like she might actually be dainty, without a single grunt of effort. If he wanted her in bed, she would be there.
And those weren’t friendly thoughts either.
“What is he saying?” Keith asked, levelling a finger at Tuvo. “Hats, come on. You’re not seriously thinking about sleeping with him. I’m right here.”
“Don’t say it like that,” Hattie frowned, fingers wringing together.
Tuvo was growling again, glaring at Keith. “Hattie, don’t let him make you uncomfortable. You can take the bed. I promise you, I’ve slept in worse places than upright against a wall.”
“No, really, it’s fine. We can share,” she said, probably a bit too quickly.
Tuvo stared at her. His three eyes hard. She was acutely aware of how she looked in her cute, short nightgown. Like she had some kind of plan. But she hadn’t realized she’d be sharing a room with anyone, and she liked wearing cute nightgowns, so it was the only thing she had packed.
“We’re adults,” she told Tuvo, unable to look at him. “The bed is big enough for both of us. It’s fine.”
“Hats, seriously?” Keith’s lip curled. “I know you aren’t going over there.”
“Keith, it’s fine,” Hattie smiled at him a bit too quickly. “Tuvo’s a gentleman.”
“We used to fuck, and you’re not going to lay down next to me?”
“That’s actually a reason why I shouldn’t,” she said, taking a deliberate step towards the other bed. “I don’t mind sharing with Tuvo.”
She was a bit too excited to share with Tuvo. Did he notice? The way she swallowed convulsively as her heart pounded in her chest. Or how her thighs rubbed together with each step, slick from her eager pussy. She was really bad at being his friend.
Tuvo stepped away from the side of the bed and gestured for her to lay down – on the side furthest from Keith, she couldn’t help but notice.
She gave him a careful smile as she stepped past him, doing her best not to touch his body, before sliding under the blanket.
The freshly cleaned linens were soft and warm as she pulled them up.
She stayed as close to the edge as she could while Tuvo turned off the lights.
He took the remote from Keith and turned off the TV as well, eliciting a sound of protest from her ex.
She snickered quietly behind her hand, happy neither of them could see. Keith was the kind of guy that would fall asleep watching TV, but she preferred it to be dark and quiet. She was grateful that Tuvo felt the same.
That brief moment of levity ended, however, when he climbed into bed beside her.
She was right, he did have to pull up his legs to fit them on the bed.
But his weight also created a dip that had her falling towards him.
He was just so big. Deliciously big. Even laying on his side, he dominated the space.
Staring at her as he hid the dagger under his pillow so he could easily reach it in an emergency.
Hattie pulled the blankets up to her chin, staring back.
His chest was right in front of her. She wouldn’t even have to stretch to run her fingers over the dips and valleys of his muscles.
She could hear each breath he drew into those huge lungs.
If she got any closer, she could probably hear the beating of his heart.
“Sleep, kirya,” he whispered, using a word she didn’t recognize in ancient Domtri.
A pet name. She had a pet name. She didn’t care if it meant ‘shorty’ or was just a way of a senior officer addressing a junior one, she luxuriated in it as her eyes closed. Her body eager to obey this mountain of a male.
In the dark of the night, with him so close, she didn’t even bother to pretend that her feelings for him were only friendly. At least, for one night, she could let them be more.
***
What time was it?
It had to be early. The room wasn’t lit up, but the shadows definitely weren’t as deep as they had been last night. The air had that special silence that only came from multiple people sleeping in the same space – still but somehow alive.
Hattie was warm and comfortable. Super comfortable. She wasn’t sure why she had woken up, but she was quite happy to go right back to sleep.
She yawned, eyes not even wanting to open as she snuggled back into the warmth and strength at her back. Something tightened around her waist in response, tugging her closer. And that was just right too.
So comfy. So sleepy. So hard.
Hard…
Oh, that’s why she had woken up. Something hard was trying to press between her thighs.
Without even thinking, she tilted her hips back, creating a space for that hardness to slide upwards, under her gown. Pressing insistently along her slit. So big and hot and alive with a throbbing pulse that made her belly clench with desire that roused her further.
Just enough to remember there shouldn’t be anything hard between her thighs.
To remember that she was sharing a bed with Tuvo, and she should be right there on the edge of the bed, not rolled back towards the center.
A soft growl, right over her head, made her gasp as that length moved slowly between her legs.
That was Tuvo. His chest at her back. His growl in her ear. His arm around her waist.
And his cock moving slowly, fucking her thighs, only her panties separating them. The thin fabric was already damp from the wetness leaking from her pussy. His pants… How had he come out of them?
Hattie bit her lip to avoid moaning as the shaft of his cock reached all the way up to her rub against her clit. How?! Was he really that big?
No. This was wrong. This wasn’t what friends did.
But she couldn’t stop him either. She didn’t want to.
A moan was building in her throat, forcing up against her mouth, begging to be freed as Tuvo curled tighter around her. Surrounding her. Forcing her body to curl in as well, pushing her hips out further and giving him a better angle to hump against her.
And she let him. She didn’t even try to fight.
Her fingers curled into the blanket, squeezing tight as her arousal grew. Deepened. Silently begging for more as she struggled not to move.
Was Tuvo even awake? Did he know what he was doing?
If he wasn’t, if he didn’t, she should stop him, right? That was the right thing to do. He wouldn’t be doing this normally if he was conscious and aware of his actions.
She tried to call his name, to wake him up, but the moaning, breathy whisper wasn’t even loud enough to break the stillness of the morning, much less rouse the big male behind her.
Because she didn’t want him to wake up.
She wanted to come. She wanted more pressure against her clit. She wanted to spread her legs properly and give him the space he needed to shove that monster into her aching pussy.
Fuck, that thing would hurt, and she craved that pain.
She wanted him to stretch her out. To resize her body into a sleeve for his cock. She wanted to feel it all the way in her belly and know that no one ever had, or would ever again, reach as deep as he split her in half.
Her free hand was roaming lower. Down her belly. Until she could feel the shifting movement of his cock. She hesitated, then kept going until she could cup the head in her palm. The huge head, weeping precum and soaking his pants.
He was massive. Would it even fit?
Hattie whimpered, eager to find out.
She should stop now. She definitely couldn’t let this continue.
But she did.
She was so close to coming. She could feel the pressure of it building in her belly. Aching for release she had long been denied.
She palmed his head, keeping it close, getting more friction as his humping picked up speed. His growl deepened. His arm around her tightened.
“Hattie…”
He was awake now. But he wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t letting her go.
His movements weren’t instinctual anymore, they were deliberate. Harshly stroking her slit as he ruthlessly drove her to her peak.
Hattie brought up her free arm and bit herself, struggling to muffle her sounds as her entire body tightened and shook, the orgasm crashing over her without mercy.
Tuvo’s growl of approval only made it better. The rumble vibrated through her entire body as he continued thrusting. Continued humping.
He hadn’t come yet, and she was desperate for it. She wanted to feel him explode against her. To coat her belly in his spend and mark her as his.
A third loud groan froze them both in place.
Hattie’s eyes widened as she remembered.
Keith!
He was right there, sleeping barely feet away, and she had let Tuvo hump her to orgasm. No, she hadn’t just let it. She had encouraged it. She had participated.
Tuvo’s grip tightened just a second, and she worried he was going to continue.
She wanted him to continue.
But he eventually released her. Pulling his hips back. Dragging his still hard cock all along her slit as he slid himself free.
He hadn’t gotten to come.
That seemed so unfair.
Hattie should do something about that. Like take him into the bathroom where they could pretend they had privacy, and she could suck him dry.
“Ugh, it’s so fucking early,” Keith complained from his bed. “The fuck am I doing up this early… Shit, I gotta piss. Damn it, I’m never getting back to sleep.”
Hattie said nothing, doing her best to emulate a statue as Keith, grumbling to himself, stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom. Bleary eyed and focused on getting to the toilet, he didn’t spare Hattie or Tuvo a glance.
The moment the door shut, loudly, behind him, Hattie turned her head back and up.
Tuvo wasn’t even pretending to not stare. His eyes were wide open, all three of them pinned on her, his grip tight and unmoving around her body. She couldn’t read a single emotion on that stoic face, and it made her belly clench with unease.
And now that she had come, and she could actually think properly, she realized what she had done, and it made her sweat bullets.
Tuvo said nothing for so long she had to avert her gaze. She couldn’t handle it anymore.
His arm around her waist tightened for just a second, like he was considering pulling her back.
But no. Of course, not. He had been the one who made it clear that he would never touch her.
That was just…
Horny sleeping. He hadn’t known it was her. He hadn’t known what he was doing. He had been asleep and, like her, too turned on to stop when he woke up.
That’s all.
As if to prove it, he finally released her. The bed creaked and shifted as he got to his feet, surreptitiously adjusting his hard on back into pants as he did so.
“I, er… I’m going to check the perimeter,” he said, voice stiff. Not even looking at her now as he rushed to the sliding glass door at the back.
Hattie bit her lips, fisting the blanket in both hands, as Tuvo took off into the dawn at a steady jog. Still half naked.
Practically running to get away from her.