Page 22 of Catching the Kot'oll Driver

“So, you want me right by your side.”

“Like... Not too close.”

Females, huh?

“Sure, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

We put on the blanket, which is luckily big enough, as long as none of us fight for it.

I close my eyes, but another being breathing close by keeps me up.

She isn’t here to hurt me and it won’t be long until the police can get beings here to fix the power, but still...

Regardless of the situation, there is another being in the room, and I don’t know how to feel about that.

Maybe I should close my eyes and sleep, then I won’t have to keep thinking about that. It can’t take long before the next day comes.

I roll to face the other side of the room, away from where she is. I don’t understand this human. Maybe it’s my problem, I’ve never been good at that.

She shifts and moves on the bed, which annoys me. I doubt I can fall asleep when she keeps moving around and reminding me that she exists. The bed itself is a lot more comfortable than the chair at the driving dashboard, but...

I close my eyes and try again. There’s an urge in me to hold Kendra in my arms, which I don’t understand. Why should I be doing that and why do I want to do that?

Her scent annoys me, too. Now that we’re in the same room and she isn’t even an arm away from me, I can feel that. It’s a sweet scent, which is tempting, but something I know better than act on. Why do I want to hold a mean human who ate my food, and slept on my bed anyway?

The night should just be over already.

My eyelids get heavy, and it feels about right to be snoozing. I move and get comfortable when something reaches for my shoulder.

I flinch. What’s going on? Is that a ghost?

Then something sticks to my back and... something warm and soft wraps around my chest.

I blink when my heart race spikes. It has to be Kendra... I thought we agreed to keep our hands to ourselves...

Well, maybe for her, I should keep my hands to myself, but the rule doesn’t apply to her.

“Kendra...”

She is quiet, but her arms are still on me. What do I do?

She snuggles even closer until she presses her boobs onto my back. I gasp and try to control myself. Is she asleep? Or is she trying to do something to me? I can’t see her face when I’m facing the other side, so...

Her soft body is a bit too tempting. I want to turn around and hold her. Maybe she is testing me.

My cock twitches when she moves around. I thought she hated me and only played along just so I wouldn’t hurt her, but apparently, she was the one wanting to touch me.

If she’s in for some action, I don’t mind. She could have said so. Now that— Fuck—

Her leg finds its way over me and she rubs onto my cock. I flinch when she can be here to kick my balls. Do I push her to the side? It’s acceptable when I’m just trying to protect myself, right?

But she doesn’t kick me. All she does is stroke my cock with her feet, running up and down my crotch.

What’s in her mind? What’s wrong with her?

“Kendra... Wake up...” I reach back and pat her hand on my chest, but she is still quiet, seemingly oblivious. Is she really that deep asleep?

I gasp when she leans even closer. Now she makes me hard and I want to do things to her even more...

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