His Human (The New Neighbors #2) - M.A. Innes Page 0,20

being carried up the stairs is weird. Not bad, but it’s just going to take some getting used to.”

I was trying to word it carefully. I didn’t want to stop him in general, I just wanted to walk up the stairs myself next time.

“I will remember that fact in the future.” His limbs tightened, holding me steady. “I do not think putting you down at this point would be safe, however.”

Yeah, probably not the best idea.

“I’m fine. You can keep going.” Because waiting here wasn’t making the feeling of falling go away.

I felt him nod as he continued up the stairs. Once we were back on flat ground again, I could feel my anxiety decreasing.

“That was a very interesting response.” As we walked into my bedroom, Maverick started shifting me around, inspecting me for…something. “Your heart rate changes very quickly.”

Fear will do that to you.

“I’m fine now.” I had a feeling my slight anxiety over the stairs was not something he would forget anytime soon.

The way he was inspecting me said he didn’t believe my assertion that I was okay.

“Weren’t we going to get a shower?” That didn’t completely distract him, but I had a feeling he was going to like scrubbing me. “Will you help me?”

When in doubt, give Master something new to control.

Chapter 7

Trip

Well, on one hand, distracting him with the shower had been a bust…but on the other, it was still hot as fuck.

The hot water pounding against my back as he held me tight was beyond erotic, but he was taking inspecting me a bit too far…and a bit too literally. “Maverick? What are you looking for?”

His tentacles were inching over me, seemingly inspecting every piece of skin, and while it was weirdly sexy, I was still a bit confused.

Maverick didn’t stop his examination, but he started to explain. “Many species react negatively to stressful stimuli.”

Huh?

“We don’t work that way.” At least, I didn’t think we did.

“Long term there can be consequences to our hearts, I think, but the rush of hormones we get when we’re afraid doesn’t hurt us.” I was fairly certain that was right. Because really, if we were killing ourselves when we were scared, then we had an entire entertainment genre that should have warning labels like other dangerous shit did.

“Are you certain?” He kept up the slow strokes that were starting to feel a bit like we were in some kind of doctor-patient fantasy.

“Yes.” He paused his inspection at my response and loosened his hold, but one of the smaller tentacles came up and draped itself around my neck.

I wanted it to be about some kind of sexy edge play, but there was no way he was into that. “What are you doing?”

Since I could move somewhat, I brought a hand up and caressed over the tentacle around my throat. His muscles rippled under my touch, but he didn’t move it away from my neck.

“It will make it easier for me to monitor your vital signs.” Maverick answered like I was supposed to have already realized that.

Our brains obviously worked in very different ways.

“I will need to do some research to see what the range of normal is for your species, but I can easily monitor several different key indicators of your health.” As he spoke, he shifted me around so I was facing the wall of the shower.

Bracing myself with my hands, I just waited to see what Maverick would do. As he held me still, several tentacles started soaping me up. His intent was just to clean me and probably finish inspecting me, but it was so hot I couldn’t help reacting again.

By the time the tentacles that were working their way down met the bottom ones that were working their way up, I was hard again and fighting the urge to beg him to hold me tighter. When one slick tentacle started cleaning me from the inside out, I finally moaned and tried to shove my ass back.

Maverick did not appreciate my wiggling.

“You are going to hurt yourself.” His limbs tightened perfectly, holding me almost immobile and making my dick bob and ache for his touch. “Humans are fascinating creatures.”

Oh yeah, he could say whatever he wanted as long as he kept holding me like that…especially if he jerked me off too.

“We’re…we’re all different.” I sounded almost reasonable if it weren’t for the breathy, please fuck me tone in my voice.

“You like being restrained, my little human.” Maverick’s tentacle finally inched closer and wrapped itself around my dick.