Page 30 of I'm Not Your Pet

Why was that kinda hot?

I shouldn’t find that hot, should I?

Fuck, okay. Maybe it was best to just admit defeat. Clearly trying to sleep was not working. Not when Roark was like ten feet away and I had the opportunity to ogle his dick through his pants.

I squirmed.

Roark sighed again.

I froze, holding my breath. When he didn’t move, I exhaled, relaxing again before the squirming started up with a vengeance. Flipping over onto my side, I faced him fully, staring him down—all my earlier embarrassment forgotten.

Did he like what we’d done?

That thought plagued me as my skin itched and itched.

Thinking about sex with Roark was the lesser of two evils. If I let my mind wander elsewhere I had no doubt I’d do the thing I’d been dreaming about doing for weeks. I’d break out of our rooms and explore the ship I’d been living inside.

The only thing standing between me and an entire ship of alien tech was a bubblegum-shark and his sleepy sighs. Oh. And the steel door. But I could get through that easily.

I’d memorized the code to the keypad the first day.

Flipping onto my back again, I debated what to do.

Sleep was a no go.

Should I keep staring at Roark’s dick?

Should I break out?

It wasn’t like I was going to actually run away. We were in space,duh. Buuuut maybe while Roark slept I could get a peek at the technology I’d never thought I’d get the chance to see? No leash involved. He wouldn’t even know I’d done it. I could sneak out and back in before he woke and I?—

“Huu-goh,” Roark’s deep growly voice echoed through the silent room. I shivered, all thoughts of leaving snuffed out. The lamp beside Roark’s bed flicked on, illuminating the room in a soft blue light. Slowly, Roark sat up, his eyes all squinty like he was tired. Like I’d been squirming for far longer than I’d realized—keeping him awake.

I couldn’t read the squiggles on the clock on the wall so I had no idea what time it actually was. But they were definitely a different sort of shape than they’d been when I’d first started planning espionage.

“Huu-goh,” Roark murmured again, tsking softly in a disapproving sound. “Huu-goh, tired?”

That was one of the few emotions I’d been able to teach him. A yawning motion and a stretch had been enough to clearly communicate what the word meant when we’d been role-playing teacher and student.

“No,” I threw the blanket off my chest. It pooled around my hips as I sat up to glare at him—irritated with myself all over again. He’d just gotten me off. He’d just hugged me. Why did I still feel so—so—off? And I was taking it out on him. Which wasfucking awful. I just…I couldn’t help it. “Hugo isnottired.” I was, actually. I was pretty tired. But…there was just something about him that brought out the inner toddler in me. The parts I usually kept buried. Like I didn’t have to mask what I was feeling when he was around.

Damn, I hadn’t realized I was such a secret brat.

Apparently, Roark could take it though because he remained unfazed by my dramatics. He met them head-on with patience as always. Huffing out a little breath, Roark stared me down from across the room. His teeth were so bright they almost glowed in the dark. His spots were yellow. Which was a color I’d very rarely seen.

Huh.

I wonder what that meant?

After what felt like a thousand years he finally found the words he wanted.

“Huu-goh come,” Roark patted the bed, his eye ridges shifting in a way that almost looked indulgent, like he thought my little tantrum was endearing rather than annoying. Which kinda only made me want to fight back more.

Yeah, right.

I wasnotgoing over there.

He waited.

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