7
REKTAR
I am good at hiding my emotions, for the most part. A lifetime of military service and of never having anything to claim for my own has allowed me to mask when I am angry or upset. I finish eating Lucy's fine dinner, make conversation with her, and then I excuse myself back out to the barn for the night, all the while managing to somehow keep it together.
In reality, I am seething with jealousy.
Khex. She wants to know if Khex is available for her to mate with. I like Khex—he is impossible not to like with his easygoing nature—but right now, I want to punch him for stealing Lucy's heart.
I want Lucy for myself. I want that female to look at me with adoration. I want her to wear her low-cut tunics to bed with me. I want to eat her fine meals and wake up with her in my arms. I want to hear her joyous laughter every day. I want all these things…and she wants Khex.
It must be because I am a bastard. Not for the first time, I curse my lot in life and the noble parents that gave me up without giving their names. I have never been wanted. I am used to that. But I have also never wanted anything as much as I want Lucy. It's hard to believe that she is willing to mate with an alien…and she has her sights on Khex.
To say I am disappointed is an understatement.
Of course she wants him. He is tall and strong and comes from a decent family. He is easy to get along with and has a smile for everyone. He talks easily with others and never worries that he frightens them. Meanwhile I have massive hands and arms, and some of the females in town cross the street when they see me. I am too large to make them comfortable.
I would never hurt Lucy. Never.
Fighting back my bitter disappointment, I head out to the barn. The meat-stock are out in the field because the weather is mild, and the only scents here are those of old hay and machinery…and Lucy's laundry. The primal scent of her clothing feeds into my aching need for her and I can resist no longer. I tug at my belt, loosening it, and then undo the front of my trou, shoving them down to my knees. When my cock springs free, I grab it and stroke hard, imagining Lucy's smile. Her sweet, sweet smile.
Then, I remember that I have her undergarments.
I pull them out of the hidden pocket I have them stashed in and bring them to my nose. They are full of her musk, rich and ripe, and I shudder all over with the scent of her. Nothing has ever smelled so perfect. With a groan, I take another deep whiff and then bring the silky fabric to my cock.
And I begin to work myself with it. Her scent is all over my skin now, and if I close my eyes, I can almost imagine it is her hand on my shaft, her cunt that is clasping around my length instead of my fingers, her—
"Before you go to bed, I thought I'd bring you some blankets," Lucy calls out, just as the barn door opens.
My eyes widen and I go still.
Trapped.
It's too late to do anything, though. I am caught, my hand on my cock, her clothing being used for shameful things.
Lucy stands in the doorway, staring at me. I know how it must look, with my hand on my length and my trou around my knees as I stand in the middle of her barn. I look like a fool—or worse, a pervert. Even so, I cannot help but stare at her dusky pink mouth and how her lips part when she gazes at me.
Nor can I help that I stroke my cock again at the sight of her. It is instinctive.
"Oh. Rektar." Her gaze flicks between my face and then my cock and then back to my face again. "I'm…interrupting?"
I shake my head, mortified. "You are not. I should not be…" I let my words trail off, because what can I say? I should not be touching myself? I should not be stealing her underclothes? I should not be standing in her barn with my trou at my knees while she is worried about her safety? That my jealousy over her affection for Khex is making me mad with need?
Truly, I am the worst of males.
Her gaze slides to my cock again and her brows knit together. "Are those my panties?"
I open my mouth, but only a strange sound comes out. No words.
She chuckles, the sound low and sultry, and takes a step forward. Then another, and then she is standing in front of me, all the while I am frozen and unable to move. I watch in stunned silence as she puts a hand lightly on my chest, a thoughtful expression on her face, and then she looks up at me. Smiles.