Page 13 of Sloane

This whole routine reminds me of when we were still living on Varon and preparing for new housing ceremonies. Thememories have my lips pulling up, but I press them back tight when Jovi shoots me a questioning glance.

We both want to impress Sloane and want her to find us both attractive since she'll be servicing both of us. We've always shared. It's customary on our planet. Thankfully, Jovi and I have always enjoyed being friends and sharing females. Some males are assigned partners they can't stand, and many fights happen over who can be with the female they're currently with.

"You look good," I say after looking over his body.

We've both discarded our harnesses that buckle between our arms and over our chests that carry our blasters and daggers. There's no need to have them strapped to us on the ship, where we have plenty of weapons hidden all over the place. Each piece of furniture in the living room has at least one blaster or dagger hidden somewhere inside or on it.

Without our harnesses, our chests are bare. Finding shirts for our species anywhere outside our own system is rare, and when we find them, they're expensive. So, shirts are only worn when necessary. We have some tank tops that we've made by cutting holes into the sides of shirts, but at that point, why even wear a shirt when my nipples can be seen if I move in certain ways?

Movie night in the living room when trying to impress a female means no shirt. That leaves us in just our pants. Jovi's wearing shorts in a soft material that he usually wears around the ship when we're not about to leave it. I'm in longer pants but of the same material, both of us hoping that the dress code is leisure wear or we'll be sticking out. Not that there are too many people here, but Essa, Phial, and Holoth will rib us mercilessly in front of Sloane if we look foolish. It's something I don't want to happen.

I'm about to tell Jovi that maybe I should change into something different and maybe even put on a shirt when the living room door slides open. My stomach flips as I look over andsee Sloane standing there, staring up at both of us with a bright smile.

My eyes fall down her body and the lack of clothing that I see. She wears a tank top, with no bra underneath, if her nipples poking through tell me anything. Her shorts are so short I don't know if they can be considered actual clothing or undergarments.

It takes all my willpower not to spin her around so I can see just how little her clothing actually covers. Her curves are mesmerizing, and the softness of her belly peaks out between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her shorts.

I somehow bring my eyes back up to her face and cross my arms over the deep purple blooming on my chest. My eyes slide over to Jovi, who's doing the same.

"Oh good," she says, grabbing each of us by one of our hands and dragging us in. "I was just about to come find you both."

Sloane pulls us into the living room, and I ignore the annoying smirks on everyone else's faces. Essa lays out on her couch, already wrapped up in two blankets, three pillows surrounding her, and her horns wrapped up for the night as she snacks on some weird dish from her planet.

Holoth and Phial are sitting in their respective recliners, feet thrown back. Holoth looks like he's about to fall asleep but was at least staying up late enough to see Jovi and me make fools of ourselves in front of Sloane.

We're dragged to the back of the room where the other couch is. Sloane's made a comfortable spot for herself. One of the blankets is bunched up where she was sitting before she came to find us. Her drink's in one of the cup holders on the side, and a bowl of the same disgusting food Essa's eating is on the floor.

I move toward the loveseat off to the side, knowing Sloane probably wants her own space like Essa, who enjoys taking upthe whole couch just for herself. Sloane's fingers flex in my hand and tug me back as I try to step away.

"I was hoping you'd both sit with me."

She stands in front of me, her arms pressing together, the pendant smothered between her breasts, making a beautiful sight. I snap my eyes back up to her face just in time to watch her hide her smile, stifle a small laugh, and flutter her eyelashes at me. My heart does the same thing it's done every time I've heard her laugh. It swells and thunders and makes me feel warm for absolutely no reason.

"You'll sit with me, right?" she asks, her voice playing at being innocent.

I rub the back of my head, looking around at all the others. They're now talking amongst themselves, trying to figure out what we're watching tonight. Well, Phial and Essa are. Holoth is already snoring in his recliner. I look back down at Sloane and know I won't refuse her even if sitting next to her for the next couple of hours will be torture if I can't touch her.

"Yes, of course," I answer, sitting as close to one armrest as I can, giving her plenty of space. Jovi sits down on the other side, looking just as unsure as me, but he doesn't make himself small against the arm of the couch like I'm trying to do.

Sloane looks between the two of us before smiling again. She turns toward Jovi, bends at the hips to grab her food off the ground, and then shakes her hips, forcing my eyes to see just how little those shorts are covering.

My heart feels like it's about to beat out of my chest, my cock straining against the thin fabric of my shorts. A growl vibrates through my chest for just a moment before I can silence it and embarrass myself further. Thankfully, Jovi seems to be in the same predicament as me, just from the other side, and his growl isn't as easily silenced as it drowns mine out.

"You good?" Essa calls back, not even bothering to look over the couch like she somehow knew this was going to happen. Did she know this was going to happen?

I don't think about it for very long because Sloane's standing back up, her backside peeking out from underneath her shorts in the most delicious way. It takes all of my strength not to give in to the primal part of me. The part that we're taught to push deep down inside ourselves because we don't claim females without their consent.

"We're good," Sloane calls up to Essa as though she doesn't have two very large, very powerful males struggling to restrain themselves as she displays her body in such a beautiful way.

I want her to tease us like this when her pendant is green, telling us she's willing to bed us. Right now, while we're meant to treat her as a human crew? It's torture. The sweetest kind of torture, but torture nonetheless.

Sloane sits down on the couch and looks between Jovi and me. Jovi's breathing hard, his fists clenching with how close he is to losing his sanity. When she looks at me and sees the same lack of control, she smiles to herself and wiggles back further into the cushions.

"We're ready when you are."

Essa taps on her comm for a second before the lights in the entertainment room turn off. We're in the pitch black as Essa messes with her comm to get the movie playing on the bigger comm set into the wall.

Before the screen lights up the room, Sloane reaches out and grabs my hand. My heart will never calm if she keeps paying attention to me. I also wonder if she's grabbed Jovi in her other hand. She only has two, and that would mean she's sacrificing eating her snack to touch us, and that won't do.

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