Page 33 of Steve's Barmaid
I laughed. I would never tire of confusing orcs with slang.
“Where is the rest of the gang?” I asked.
“Oh, at breakfast. I said I wasn’t hungry. I hoped maybe I’d get a moment alone with you if I showed up early. ” He was blushing deep green.
“Oh really?” I sauntered up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “What did you hope to do with that moment alone with me?”
He wrapped his arms around me, eyes hooded with lust.
“I dunno, I was a big fan of thatkissingthat you taught me,” he said, brushing his lips along my neck.
I broke out in goosebumps at the gentle caress, and pressed myself against his warm body. Wrapping my fingers in his hair, I pulled him away from my neck and to my mouth. He crushed his mouth into mine, devouring me eagerly, stroking his tongue inside and tangling it with mine. I curled my fingers into his hair, pulling him even tighter to me, wanting to press every part of my body against his. His arms tightened around my waist, and I felt him growing hard between us.
I kissed his neck, and he buried his nose in my hair.
“You didn’t shower. You smell of us.” His voice came out low and tortured.
“Is that bad?” I asked, confused, pausing my kisses down his neck.
“It is just going to distract me,” he murmured.
“Mmm,” I hummed as I continued kissing his neck. “Well, you will just have to think about what is in store for tonight.”
“Oh? Have you come up with any otherdateideas?” He chuckled.
“Emla has been fiddling around with mead recipes, and I thought maybe we could go berry picking to do a berry mead. She said only one type grows this time of year, and the bushes are wild just a bit south of the village.” I pulled away. “How does that sound?”
“I think it sounds like we should probably go earlier rather than later—you can’t berry pick in the dark.” He gave me a wag of his brows, causing me to laugh. He clearly wanted to explore more now that we’d started down that path.
“And it wouldn’t have anything to do with your impatience to be alone again?” I smirked.
“Not one bit,” he said before pulling me in for another deep kiss.
I loved that Steve was no longer shy about touching me. I stroked along the inside of his mouth with my tongue, earning a deep groan from him. I was growing flushed and could feel myself starting to dampen my underwear. I pulled away.
“We need to stop before anyone else shows up,” I breathed.
He let me go and stepped back. I clapped my hand over my mouth to stifle an eruption of giggles at the sight of the enormous erection tenting his pants.
“Um… can you do something about that?” I asked, waving vaguely at his dick.
“Hey, this is your fault!” He ran a hand down his face in embarrassment as he tried to adjust himself to make it less noticeable.
It did nothing. If anything, it made his erection more noticeable.
“Sorry, not sorry.” I laughed, trying to feel bad for his predicament but failing. “Think about old people or something. Old orcs! Think about old wrinkly orcs!”
Steve gave a weak chuckle, a hand still covering his face. He took a couple of deep breaths and looked down to see nothing had changed.
“I’m going to stroll around the bar and inspect the exterior walls, ensuring all the lacquer has dried well,” he grumbled.
As he walked away, I could hear him mumbling, “Old orkin, old wrinkly orkin.”
I was still chuckling when Joey strolled up, right as Steve slipped around the backside of the bar.
“What are you so happy about? And why weren’t you at breakfast?” She squinted suspiciously.
“Oh, I am just—er—really excited that it is starting to get warmer?” I fumbled.
