Page 34 of Dragon Me Through Space

His thick fingers slipped inside of me, exposing just how wet I really was.

He growled and began to pump his fingers in and out of me, matching what I was doing to him. He curled his fingers a bit and my eyes rolled back into my head as he found the perfect angle. Pressure built and as I hurdled over the crest of an orgasm, he grunted and orgasmed as well.

He pulled out of me and I rolled onto my back, gasping for air.

“Well, that was not what I expected to happen on our date,” I said and chuckled softly. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but honestly, I felt the most relaxed in years.

He laughed as well. “Definitely way better than my plan.” He helped me sit up and we got dressed.

Just as he finished buttoning his pants, the timer rang to let us know the food was ready.

As we ate, I realized that I hadn’t asked Scout to scan the food. Was that a good sign or a bad one? Was I becoming complacent already just after a few orgasms?

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Wayne!” I called as I walked into the jungle room. “Are you here?”

We were supposed to have our date, but I hadn’t been able to find him.

“Up here,” he responded sleepily and sat up in one of the hammocks. “Is it time for our date?”

I nodded. “Unless you’d like to postpone it so you can sleep more?”

He shook his head and dropped out of the hammock, landing lightly on his feet in front of me without even a slight stumble. It was rather impressive. “No, sorry, I just lost track of time. I’m ready.” He finger-brushed his hair and smiled at me, his eyes still full of sleep, but quickly focusing on me. “What are we doing on our date?”

“Actually,” I said and looked down at my hands nervously, “I wasn’t completely certain what to do on our date since we haven’t spoken much one on one. Um, I, uh, was hoping you might maybe have a suggestion?” I’d spent hours agonizing over what to do for our date, but no ideas had really come to mind.

He tilted his head to the side, looking at me in silence that had me worried about my appearance and wondering if I had something on my face. After a few seconds longer, he asked, “Would you like to learn to make something that females on our planet make for their intended?”

“Their intended?” I asked, uncertain of the term.

“The one who you want to mate with.” He frowned. “The man you want to make a bond with, for life, to have babies with.”

Oh!

“Yes!” I shouted a bit too loudly. “Um, yes,” I said softer. “I would like to learn to make something like that.”

He spun around and walked into the thick foliage of the plants in the jungle room. “You should go get some snacks from the kitchen because this is going to take us a while.”

“Do you want any specific snacks or drinks?” I asked as I turned towards the door.

“In the pantry, bottom left area, is a dark brown bottle with a label that says, ‘WB’, please grab that for me and two glasses. I think you’ll like it, too. Snacks can be whatever you want.”

“Be back!” I called as I hurried out of the room and towards the kitchen.

What did WB mean? Wayne’s … something? Whiskey bitch?

There could be a plethora of meanings, so I let it drop as I entered the kitchen and started grabbing snacks.

As I bent down in the pantry, reaching into the back to grab the bottle Wayne had indicated, a dark shadow fell over me.

“What’re you doing, pet?” Preston asked.

I grabbed the bottle and stood, spinning around to face him. “Getting this bottle, per Wayne’s request, for our date today.”

His eyes darkened as he looked from the bottle to me. “So, it is true that you’re doing the dates already? Well then, how about ours?”

“Our what?” I asked.