“Jack.”
The concern in his tone has me reluctantly pulling away. When I do, I wince at the uncertainty in his golden eyes and am quick to reassure. “You’ve….” I huff out a breath and clear my throat. “You’ve been freeballing all this time.” Heat stings my cheeks. “Not that you appear to have balls, but fuck, anyone could have seen your cock.” A flash of…. Fuck a duck…. Yeah, that’s jealousy that swims in my vision.
Solan reaches for his kilt. Sod it all to hell. I’m doing a piss-poor job of letting him know what the sight of his dick is doing to me.
“No,” I all but yell, making us both startle. Another flash of heat touches my cheeks, this time in pure embarrassment. “You’re fucking beautiful. Incredible.” I manage to keep my eyes firmly on his rather than following the tempting trail down his tight abs to his mesmerising dick. It’s a siren calling to me.
But I will not look away from his face. I can’t. I need him to know I speak the truth.
The tightness around his eyes softens a fraction.
“You are… honestly, you’re everything. Not a single inch of what I see doesn’t do it for me.”
“You’re not… worried about our differences?”
My gaze widens before I narrow it, a sly smirk forming. “How exactly do you know we’re so different? I’m pretty sure there are no movies with a full frontal of Arnie.” Though I think there was an impressive one of his tight buns.
Holy shit. I stare hard, laughter trying to make its way out of my chest when somehow Solan turns an even deeper shade of red. “What exactly have you been looking at?”
When he glances away, I tug off my now-clean shirt, so relieved we were able to make use of the hot springs and herb-scented soap a short walk from the base. My movements immediately pull his gaze back to me.
“I’m teasing. I don’t really want to embarrass you,” I reassure him, softening my smile and reaching out for his large hand. Somehow, I still keep my attention away from his tempting dick. As soon as I catch a glance, I’m going to be done for. Mouth, arse, hand—whatever part of my body I can get on his cock, I’m good with.
“I—” His forked tongue peeks out, his eyes flashing, his tendrils going haywire as he rakes his gaze over my bare chest.
Do I preen a little? Fuck yes, I do. My muscles used to be gym created when I worked as a firefighter. These days, I’m farm strong… and hard. That Solan’s clearly besotted with the fact that I have hair is a fuck of a turn-on.
“You?” I push, making quick work of my belt, jeans, and socks, revealing myself fully to him.
Words I don’t understand fly out of his mouth. The heat in his gaze rises to inferno levels as every muscle of his locks up tight, as though he’s restraining himself from pouncing on me.
Fuck that.
Before I can pounce right back, he says, “I found picture books in an Earth house.”
I arch my brow, a salacious grin appearing. “You did, huh? What exactly was in these picture books?”
Solan’s swallow is loud. “Humans, free of material.”
When I stay quiet, he steps closer, his muscles losing some of their tension. Since every cell in my body is screaming, “Fuck me, Solan,” he’s undoubtedly more than certain that I’m on board with everything he’s saying and absolutely everything I want us to do together while naked.
“The one male had his hand on his”—he dips his gaze down to my dick—“cock. Another picture was of two men. Both on their middle legs.”
Middle legs? Their dicks?
“Here.” He leans forwards slightly, pressing his hand to my knee.
“The men were on their knees? Fucking?” A breathy moan punctuates my question. Just saying “fucking” aloud makes the pull almost impossible to ignore.
“Fucking?” Solan repeats, his head tilting further, a crease forming between his brows. The flickering tendrils of his hair freeze midair as though his brain has hit a processing error. “That is… the loud word humans shout? The angry one? Like Arnold Schwarzenegger?” He deepens his voice in an uncanny imitation of the actor. “What the fucking hell are you doing?”
I freeze. For half a second, I just stare at him, torn between laughing so hard, I can’t breathe and sinking into the floor to die of second-hand embarrassment. “Bloody hell,” I manage, pinching the bridge of my nose as my shoulders start to shake. “You’ve been learning English fromSchwarzeneggermovies.” It’s a reminder to myself more than anything.
Solan frowns, confused by my reaction, his hair beginning to flicker again. “He is… human leader, yes? Very respected?”
That does it. The chuckle bursts out of me, loud and uncontrollable, and I struggle to get words out while inwardly preening that his English has devolved because he has sex on the brain. “He’s not—he’s not a leader!” I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. “He’s a movie star, Solan. An actor.” I don’t want to get into the whole “leadership” position he had in the US. Plus, I should perhaps have had this whole conversation with him when I first discovered the DVDs. I can’t help but wonder why he didn’t realise that movies are fictional. Christ knows what he really thinks about Earth and what a human’s purpose is.
His frown deepens, his glowing golden eyes narrowing. “But he commands. He says the fuck word with great authority.”
