Page 53 of Expecting The Unexpected
“Now I have to get to Tumm’s room. I hate that you had our room placed directly across from his, but I’m glad. It should allow me to get in and get out quickly,” Spencer stated.
“I’ll have Nas go with you and keep watch,” Throg said, ready to call the ancient guard in.
Spencer shook his head, “Not a good idea, my warrior. I think it needs to be Torro or Mennen. An ancient guard will bring too much attention. His duty would be to help you guard the Caliph and his mate, not me.”
Nodding, Throg said, “I would rather have one of my men, but I’ll let Groth know.”
Looking around, Spencer saw Tumm watching them. He hissed low, before Throg could press the com link, “Tumm is watching. I’ll press the com, you look at me, and talk as if you’re saying something to me.”
Throg gave a small nod as Spencer brought his hand up as if caressing his mate’s face, stopping just at his ear and pressing. He must have hit the right thing, because in seconds Throg was saying, “Groth, I need Mennen or Torro to go with my mate to Tumm’s room.”
The Nakaka must have said something back, because Throg was placing his hand on Spencer’s, and bringing the man closer, taking his lips into a deep, bone-melting kiss once more. Gods, Spencer could kiss this man for hours and never get tired of it, his cock thickening, making him uncomfortable, and almost pained.
Pulling back, Spencer panted, “We have to stop, or... I’m gonna explode right here.”
Throg looked at him hungrily, but nodded. Once he was under control, he said, “I hate not going with you.”
“I know, but you have to keep Tumm busy, so I can do what I need to do,” Spencer whispered.
“I hate it, but I know you’re right. Go. Do what you need to do. I want to get the hell out of this place and get home.” Throg softly said, his tone indicating exactly what he wanted to do with Spencer when they did get home.
Spencer turned with Throg, seeing Mennen walking their way. He also noticed Tumm watching him closely, and the look on the man’s face showed just how unhappy with Spencer he was. Pretending he didn’t notice, Spencer said to Mennen, loud enough for Tumm and a few others to hear, he said, “Mennen, I would like to go to my room, if you don’t mind.”
“Are you unwell, Spencer?” Tumm asked, without missing a beat.
“Just tired, Spencer answered. Who knew pregnancy could be so exhausting?” Spencer said, placing a hand over his stomach to emphasize his condition.
Tumm looked at where Spencer’s hand was placed, and the brief look of disgust lasted barely a moment, but it had been there. “Yes, I can only imagine.”
Spencer nodded, “I wish I could have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy, even if this pregnancy wasn’t planned. I’m thrilled to be able to bring hope to your people.”
“Not planned? I don’t understand,” Tumm said in confusion.
Knowing this was his out, Spencer said, “I’ll let Throg tell you all about it. I’m going to go and lie down for a bit.”
Throg leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Rest well, Spencer.”
Hating that he had called him that instead of Salvator, he nodded, and turned. Spencer understood that Throg couldn’t really call him Salvator and still maintain the image of interest in Tumm, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
When they were out of earshot, Spencer muttered, “Let’s get this shit over with, before I kill that fucker for touching what’s mine.”
Just as Spencer made it to the double staircase, a loud, “Spencer, wait up. Please.”
Spencer stopped, and turned to see the asshat from earlier making his way towards him.
The man looked stiff and uncomfortable, and it took a moment before he said, “I wanted to apologize to you for what I said earlier. My bluntness has gotten me in trouble more than once, but I hadn’t meant my questions the way they sounded.”
“It’s fine, Quid. Just understand, when Petree willingly gave up his wings, he knew what that meant to the Nakaka. However, he felt it was far more worth it if it meant that his people would once again be able to not only find their Viatas, but procreate and bring new life to your kind. He is one of the most selfless men I know, and I witnessed his willingness to do anything for anyone. When you insult him you insult many, and that is not a healthy or safe thing to do. Because, there are more than just Hron willing to lay their lives on the line to protect that Nakaka, and I’m one of them. Now I’m tired, so you have a good night.” Spencer said, walking up the stairs.
Once they were at Tumm’s door, Spencer whispered, “Keep an eye out. It shouldn’t take me long, but I need to be able to download the hard drive, and that can take some time.”
“I’ll be right here,” Mennen stated, taking position in front of the door.
“I think it might be better if you stand in front of mine and Throg’s room, Mennen. It’s going to look odd for you to stand here,” Spencer suggested.
The man didn’t say anything as he repositioned himself, and Spencer quietly made his way into Tumm’s room.