Page 25 of Broken Heat
Elon –Too Groomed?
Mykel had let me hold his hand after dinner for about thirty seconds. I still felt the warm pattern of his palm against my own.
I didn’t know if that was normal protocol or not. Hell, I didn’t know anything.
Mykel intrigued me like no other alpha since Coah. I wondered if it was because I knew in advance the things that might happen between us.
And though just now he’d told me he had lost his control quite recently, that made him even more… enticing?
I liked that he might not be perfect. That took some performance weight off my own shoulders. But I still had some preparations I needed to do.
The ceiling fans whirred. The air conditioner kept the house cool, but I always liked a window or two slightly open in summer or winter. I couldn’t sleep without fresh air.
I’d opened one living room window and the air coming in was sweet with night blooming jungle flowers. In my bedroom, the same.
The later it got, the softer the air seemed.
“I feel ready for tonight.”
Mykel hardened his beautiful gaze. “You don’t need to rush.”
“I don’t feel rushed.” I stood. “I’m going to shower.”
He nodded and did not move as I left the room.
It took me a long time because I wanted everything perfect. My hands shook as I groomed myself. I’d done a lot of grooming before coming here, but I never felt like it was enough. I found razors. I found scissors. While still wet, I trimmed.
I did an entire lotion routine. I hoped the bleaching of my hole still looked fresh since my last treatment.
I realized I had left my enema kit at home. I had not thought to pack it since I hadn’t needed it in forever. I hunted every corner of the bathroom for one and didn’t find one.
A knock came at the door.
I put on a lightweight, nearly see-thru white bathrobe and opened the door.
Mykel stood in his dark kimono looking calm and strong, the room bathed in dark gold behind him. “Is everything all right?”
I nodded before thinking. “I’m sorry if I’m taking too long.”
“No need be sorry.” He smiled. “Or to be nervous.”
“I’m not.” But as soon as the words left my mouth I knew they were lies. “I just have a routine. And there’s something I can’t find.”
“Whatever you need can be supplied.” He stepped back. “The dresser here has certain personal supplies in the bottom drawer.”
I walked out of the steamy bathroom past him, brushing his arm, the honeyed heat of his presence making me realize I really did want this.
I went to the dresser and opened the drawers.
In the first one were extra sheets and plastic covers. A brand-new package of thongs in six different bright colors. Bottles of lube in plain, light spice, and fruit cocktail. Lemon scented wet wipes. In the next drawer down were toys. Phalluses, rings, belts, plugs, flesh lights, pumps and more I didn’t even recognize. But not what I was looking for.
I felt a tinge of heat on my cheeks as I rose, turning. “Nope.”
I stood very still by the window, forcing my breaths to remain even. I knew Mykel was waiting for me to say what I needed. Why should I be embarrassed? It was normal, right?
“I’m looking for a… an enema kit.”
His eyebrows rose. “There are douches under the sink.”
