Page 16 of Klora (Mates of the Mylos #6)
CHAPTER 16
ADRIAN
The store hadn’t had any underwear, none that I saw anyway, and I wasn’t about to go asking for help from Klora to find some. That would be way too embarrassing! Though now that I thought about it, he hadn’t mentioned not finding some for himself, either. Then a thought occurred to me. Perhaps Mylos did not wear underwear! And my mind was now firmly back into the gutter as my cock did a little happy twitch thinking about that big monster outlined against the fabric just freeballing it in there. When had I become such a perv? Sure, I liked sex as much as a lotta guys did, but I’d never been one to feel the need to watch porn or anything. Not that there was anything wrong with that. It just had never been me. I was more a “rub one out while using my imagination” kinda guy, if I wasn’t doing it with a guy I liked.
It had to be because of my dry spell and the fact that he was so unusual looking in a really sexy way. That and his alpha male vibes. I’d broken up with my last boyfriend nearly two years ago, and almost immediately thrown myself headlong into the Friendship Day project, so I’d been too busy to go looking and I was very much not a hook up kinda guy. I hadn’t even had the time to miss him much, to be honest.
I stared firmly ahead once we made it back and got into the elevator. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to want to talk too much, either, though he didn’t drop my hand once the door closed, which I was maybe a teensy bit glad of. Okay, yes. I was definitely crushing hard on this poor guy. Mylos. Whatever. So, I didn’t draw attention to our still joined hands and enjoyed the feeling of being connected to him, even if this was entirely a fantasy for appearances’ sake.
No one stopped our elevator on the way up to get on, which was nice. And then the proverbial penny dropped. He’d kept holding my damned hand on purpose, in case anyone else got on. It was a good thing one of us was thinking clearly, because, woo-ee, I was definitely no longer firing on all cylinders right now. Leave it to me, and I’d blow our cover big time from not being able to keep up the simplest part of the charade of being newly alien mated, which is to say not able to keep our hands and eyes off of each other. I’d have to do better tomorrow. I was not going to ruin this and therefore any chance of them keeping the bad guys away from me and where they could catch them, hopefully pretty much in the same area we’d just left.
The doors slid open and he led me out of the elevator and down a well appointed hallway. Like the rest of the resort that I’d seen so far, it was obvious no expense had been spared even here. I drank it all in, knowing that on my teacher’s salary, this was the one and only time I’d ever get to experience this sort of luxury in my lifetime. He came to a stop outside of a door and used the key to open it.
“Home sweet home,” he said blithely. “At least for the next three days.” He closed the door behind us and only then released my hand.
“Only three days? You’re positive you’ll catch them by then?” I asked, looking around. I was also pretty sure that we couldn’t cram in the wedding, a full day at a beach, and a day out hiking easily within that time frame.”
“No,” he replied. “But I’m booked into a different hotel after this. Only the honeymooners will remain in this one, though we’ll be back for the weekly luau.”
“Oh. So, I’ll be moving there with you.”
“Yep. While you’re in the shower, I’ll also call them to see if they can get us a bigger room.”
“That would be good,” I agreed. Sharing the one bed was obviously not something we should keep doing if we had the opportunity not to.
He walked over to the bed in the middle of the room and I followed him over to it. “Mind if I just dress for bed?”I asked, taking out the pair of sweat shorts I’d chosen and one of the t-shirts.
He shrugged. “Might as well. We’re just going to eat and go to bed.” He cleared his throat noisily, obviously familiar enough with the euphemism to feel awkward as he then clarified, “To go to sleep, I mean.”
“I remember reading that Fleet time is the same as Hawaii’s, so if you want to watch some TV, that’s fine. I often fall asleep in my recliner in front of a show on the weekends," I offered.
He gestured to a too small painting hanging over the dresser where I’d have expected a TV to be.
“No TV. Sachuu asked them to remove them from the rooms until Oshar got here. He didn’t want the news upsetting him and the wedding party.” He scratched the back of his neck, grimacing as he did so. “Actually, I think he intends them to stay gone until after the wedding.”
“Oh. Well, there's certainly enough to do without sitting around watching TV all day.”
“Yes. I have reports to get through tonight anyway.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you okay? You keep scratching.”
“It itches when the scales start to emerge and for some reason, it hasn’t abated. I plan to call our Chief Medic in a moment to see what we can do about it.”
“Oh, I see. Maybe something environmental caused an allergic reaction on your already stressed skin.”
He stared at me for a moment. “Yes! Of course! Probably all the air pollutants. You could smell them everywhere from the vehicle emissions.”
“Maybe you should have a shower after I do, to wash them off you,” I suggested.
He smiled at me. “Good idea. I think I will.”
“Um, okay, I’ll just go have mine now,” I said, not knowing what else to say as unbidden images of water running down that very naked torso in front of me sprang to mind. That very toned torso with its firm pecs, rippled abs, and the beginnings of that v on its side, leading down under his pants. I fled to where the bathroom had to be, shorts and t-shirt held firmly in front of my groin, before I could embarrass myself any farther than I might have already.