wailing sister and crouched to wrap his arms around her. He glared at Yorso with outright hatred.
Chapter Eighteen
Days passed and Zac’s antagonism didn’t improve. If anything, his attitude grew worse. He made his feelings clear where Tina’s clan was concerned: he despised them. His bedroom door slammed when they returned home from work, shutting him off from them.
When Zac remained present, he lashed out if any of the three attempted to assist Tina when she tended Callie. His smaller sister was off-limits where they were concerned. He insulted Yorso’s cooking, though the Imdiko was talented in the kitchen, already making many Earther dishes as if he’d done it for years. Zac interrupted Tukui and Osopa when they spoke, demanding Tina pay attention to him instead.
When she broke the news that their parents were almost assuredly dead, he behaved even worse. After spending half an hour screaming horrible things, he refused to speak to her for an entire day. When he did begin talking to her again, it was only to answer questions, using as few words as possible.
The only time Zac settled down was when he spent time with Mr. and Mrs. G. The older couple, helping him construct his dinosaur puppets, were his island of calm in a storm of rages.
The Garcias were Tina’s life raft that first week. They adored the children and were happy to take them off Tina’s hands for a couple of hours a day, becoming de facto grandparents. She hadn’t asked them to help. Mrs. G had simply noted, “You look as if you could use a break” before lifting Callie out of her arms to join her husband and Zac at the table where they’d begun constructing the papier-mâché components of the puppets.
Tina used her breather to assist Yorso, as she had before her siblings had arrived. He begged her to rest instead.
“You’re stressed. I know about the nightmares, and you’re barely eating.” His handsome face was etched with worry as he leaned his chair back.
“I’m fine. Callie’s less clingy lately. Have you noticed?” Tina reached desperately for the positives she could find.
Yorso frowned, but he pulled her into his lap, cuddling and pressing gentle kisses to her forehead. “You’ve said that twice in the last hour. Your concentration is shot. Go to our quarters. Take a nap. Read a book. Something.”
She refused. His to-do list was a mile long, and he needed her. As bad as Zac’s anger was, quiet allowed her to ruminate too much about all she was getting wrong. Her concerns were mounting about how the clan felt about their responsibility for a boy determined to defy them.
To distract Yorso from the increasing problems, she slid from his lap to the floor. His protestations were weak as she freed his cocks, and they turned to groans as she bobbed hungrily over his groin. It didn’t take long before he was an active participant, pressing his hand against the back of her head, encouraging her to swallow his primary’s length. He soon shot sweet-spicy passion down her throat, his cock jerking against her tongue.
Tina had wanted the moment to be all about him, but Yorso wasn’t having it. No sooner had his climax ended when he put her on the desk, yanking her jeans to her ankles. Her efforts to stop him landed her in trouble. The remaining forty-five minutes of freedom from caring for the children was spent wailing for relief as her determined Imdiko brought her to the verge of orgasm and kept her there, his lips, tongue, and fingers delivering agonizing rapture. Only when the alarm went off, warning them she needed to reclaim Zac and Callie from the Garcias, did he at last give the order for her to come. Tina twisted on his desk with the violence of release as he sucked hard on her clit.
“How am I supposed to face the Garcias looking like this?” she moaned a minute later, brushing the tangles from her hair. Her face was flushed, red blotching her cheeks.
Yorso grinned. “You got what you deserved. One of these days, when things settle down, you’ll get it far more often.”
Tina wished she could believe life’s demands would ease up. She smiled for Yorso’s benefit and left to collect the children.
* * * *
The second week after the children had joined them began. After a long day, Tina sat on the edge of their bed, stroking Callie’s hair as the toddler slumbered. Zac’s eyes were closed too, but Tina wasn’t sure