Page 34 of Minding the Minotaur
She jumps up, her cheeks bunching as she grins. “I’m up for anything.”
Oh gods, I wish…
CHAPTER 11
SAMMY
We eat lunch seated opposite each other in the rather quaint dining room, with its heavily carved wooden table and sideboard. There are sconces on the walls, of course. I’m already getting used to that part of living down here, and the way everything smells slightly earthy and cave-like. Tippy brings us food and points out the nutritional content of it all. Arlo seems supremely disinterested, but nods politely, and we eat hungrily. The food is strange, with many flavors I’ve not encountered before, but surprisingly delicious.
The rest of the day passes in a flash.
It’s the weirdest thing. If it weren’t for the uniform and the official badge I’m wearing, I’d just think we were hanging out together. Like on a date. But not.Obviously.
There seem to be few rules other than staying close to Arlo and, as Otis said, keeping him out of mischief.
I have to admit, there’s a fair bit of mischief I’d like to getup to with this big horned guy. Especially after watching him work out in the gym for an hour just now.
I sat in a corner throughout, reading a magazine on fashions for different species, which would have totally fascinated me if it weren’t for the distraction of Arlo pumping iron. I couldn’t help glancing at him every few minutes. Watching him get sweaty, the pelt sticking a little round his neck and his pecs and abs, which are remarkably smooth and velvet brown, working up a sheen. I don’t mind admitting that my gaze was constantly drawn to the line of hair thickening at the waist of his boxers and the large bulge of his cock and balls. On occasion, when lifting a really heavy weight, he’d let out a grunt and there was no denying it, the sound zinged straight to my pussy.
By the end of the hour, there was a definite damp patch staining the crotch of my pants.
I really can’t explain it as anything other than raw, primal chemistry between us, combined with a sense of ease in each other’s company. It’s like we just click somehow. Truthfully, that feeling was there from the moment our eyes locked in the DeVines parking lot.
Now, as Arlo strolls over, his nostrils quiver, his dark eyes darkening even more as they appraise me. I know he’s scenting me, which is even more of a turn-on. I have to say, he smells good too—warm and musky and chock full of male pheromones.
I stifle a sigh of longing.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he husks, swinging the towel over his shoulders.
“Sure,” I say, my eyes following him as he swaggers off, hungrily taking in those massive shoulders tapering to his waist, red boxers slung low over lean hips, and that thick tail swinging lazily behind him.
I squeeze my thighs together to stop the flood.
Things calm down a little after that.
We spend the afternoon in the snug and Arlo teaches me how to play a couple of card games, Rummy and Go Fish. Sure, I’ve played the odd card game, and we bid on blackjack at Sparkle casino, but playing intimately like this is very different, and much more fun.
“Where did you learn all these games?” I laugh, as he beats me, yet again.
“Big family, lots of evenings to while away time. We played plenty of games.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Six younglings in total. Three boys, three girls.”
“Are your parents still alive?”
“Yeah. They live at the other end of level one. I see them most weekends. and my siblings are happily settled, except for my sister, Clarisse. She’s a breeder, just loves having kids to different guys. And I pay the maintenance.”
“Where are the fathers?”
He does a thumbs down.
“Dead?!” I say, horrified.
He laughs. “Nah. Just living the bachelor life on other levels. There’s a lot of drinking and carousing down there. Clarisse goes there regularly to have a good time, and invariably comes back knocked up.”
“Oh my. How many levels are there?”
