were making out in a corner somewhere but none of them mention it. They all seem genuinely happy we won.
“Okay,” I tell the women, “I’ll check my comm and see what you all come up with for tomorrow. Thanks for including me.”
“You don’t need to thank us for including you. You’re part of our crew now, at least until you want to leave,” Anya reassures me.
Ar’Tok extricates himself from the clutch of gladiators, grabs my hand, and pulls me to the far hallway, so we won’t ride the lift with everyone else.
“I couldn’t share you with anyone else for one more modicum,” he murmurs when we’re alone in the lift. He tips his head as he inventories me, raking me from head to toe. “Let’s order room service. I’m starving. Showers. Eat. Bed. In that order.”
“Okay.” How could I resist a male who looks at me the way he’s looking right now? If he could devour me, he would.
I kick off my boots, plop on the bed, and fall asleep while Ar’Tok comms the restaurant with our order.
Chapter Eight
Ar’Tok
Star looks cute passed out on the bed, holding the chalice we won for our outstanding paintball expertise. I never dreamed our explorations would go on as long as they did, assuming we’d be hit within minimas. I knew neither of us had a great desire to shoot other people with paint, so I figured the reward of the experience far outweighed the cost of losing the game. But here we are—the big winners.
Padding to the other side of the bed, I dry my cirr as I look at her beautiful sleeping features. My cock is already hard as I imagine all the intimacies we’ll share tonight.
I hurry to the door as soon as I hear the muffled knock, then wheel in the cart laden with covered dishes. Other than our tasting game, I’m unfamiliar with anything on the hotel menu.
“Star? Sweet? Want to sleep? Want food?”
She startles, even though my voice was quiet. “I fell asleep?”
“Yes. Clutching our expensive trophy,” I tell her. “I ordered half the things on the menu, but it can wait if you want more sleep.”
“No.” She sits, wiping stray strands of long, black hair off her face. “What’s on the menu?” She spears me with a pointed gaze, then focuses on the tent my cock is making under the towel slung around my hips.
“Here.” I hand her the menu. “Pretty much everything on the left column. When we’re done with that, you get what’s under my towel for dessert.” My smile disappears for a moment as I wonder if that was crude. It’s hard to know what’s acceptable after the males sang that bawdy song on the bus today.
“Hold that thought. Because our water synthesizer was on the fritz for the better part of a year when I was twelve, I’m the queen of the fastest shower in the Procul sector.”
She hurries into the bathroom, still clutching the trophy.
“Whoops!” She returns to set the silver cup on the dresser, then scurries to take a shower. Five minimas later, she emerges dwarfed in a fluffy purple robe.
She saunters to the wheeled cart laden with eight covered dishes, a bottle of blanquard, and an entire cake decorated with flowers so beautiful it should be a crime to eat them.
Lifting one cover at a time, she inspects the contents of each dish with intense scrutiny. The aromas filling the room rival those we smelled in Jorgan’s hangar.
“You chose well, Ar’Tok. They look and smell amazing. I’m afraid, though,” she strolls to stand in front of where I’m sitting on the bed, “there’s only one thing in this room I’m hungry for.”
She holds my gaze as if the planet will quit spinning on its axis if she lets go, then drops to her knees between my feet and undoes the towel tucked around my waist.
Her pretty lips pop open as she inspects my cock. Her eyes flick to mine, then resume their visual inventory.
“I’ve never seen one of these up close and personal, Ar’Tok. I’ll admit I perused things on the Intergalactic Database.” Her gaze still hasn’t ceased its intimate inspection. “You’re beautiful, but . . .” she finally breaks her focus and looks at me. “I don’t think this will work.”
I never thought the differences in our races might prevent our coupling. I take a hard glance at my cock, and remember the tight entrance I was toying with at the hiriashi arena. She’s right.
I slide my palms along