Page 66 of Whoops-A-Mate From Outer Space
“Option B?”
I lifted my head to meet his gaze. “Enjoy the rest of our honeymoon fucking.”
A smile spread across his face. “I also like that option. We can put the dry sheets on your bed, then test them.”
My cock perked up. Between sleep and the trip from Lyll, it had been at least sixteen hours since I’d been intimate with him.
Far too long.
I straightened, took his hand, and started toward the door. “Let’s go. I don’t want to waste another minute.”
He laughed as we strode out into the hall. “It seems it will be a thorough test.”
“Very thorough,” I agreed.
My cock was hard again as we headed toward our room, but I didn’t care if anybody noticed.
It was only interested in one man, and he’d be on the receiving end of it soon enough.
∞∞∞
It was like the universe had decided that I deserved all good things.
I’d gone to the leasing office for the apartment complex to ask about subletting options since I was in the middle of my term.
Instead, the woman who’d run the office for as long as I’d lived there probably broke several policies when she gave me the option of breaking my lease without any penalty—provided that I was out within the week.
I was so shocked that I almost missed her explanation that there were always people looking for last-minute availability at the start of the semester. She knew they could re-lease it—and, if I had to be honest, probably at a higher rate—if I was out fast enough.
It meant scrambling, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
My thoughts were racing as the elevator climbed to my floor. Floyd had said that there was some red tape around the Army assisting me in my move, but he was looking into available options since the circumstances were unique.
I also had no idea what Eashai’s and my housing would look like on base. We’d been told that the renovations on a line of townhouses were almost complete, and we’d be assigned one. But we were given no information about the number of rooms or square footage.
That would make it harder to decide what to take and what to sell or donate. Especially since anything I was taking would have to be stored until our housing was sorted. But I figured I could at least come up with a game plan.
The elevator doors opened, and I strolled to my apartment. But I’d barely slid the key into the lock when the next door opened and Sam barrelled out.
“Gene!” he cried, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I chuckled and ruffled his hair. “How you doing, Sam?”
“I missed you!”
I smiled down at him. “I missed you, too. Did you read all those books already?”
He stepped back and grinned. “I did! And the lady at the library saw what I was reading, and showed me even more cool books!”
“That’s fantastic! Did you learn a lot?”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“What was your favorite thing to learn about?”
He bit his lip and fidgeted, his toes turning inward. “You won’t be mad, right?”
I blinked. “What would I be mad about?”
