Page 43 of Pulled By the Tail
“It’s nothing, probably just proximity and hormones.” The attraction couldn’t be real. The more she thought about it, the more obvious it became. “Forget I said anything.”
She grabbed the towel, but he did not release his hold. For a moment, they both tugged on the cloth.
“Listen to me, my heart. Yes, I agree. You have many clever ideas, about which I am very enthusiastic, especially the last one. But now, we need to return to the house before the winds pick up. It is already snowing heavily.” He pointed to the ceiling, where fluffy flakes came in fast but melted immediately. “Now please dry yourself and dress quickly.”
She climbed out, momentarily worried about what he would think at the squishy roll of her waist or the jiggling of her butt, but she ignored that moment of self-doubt. If he didn’t like the look of her fat ass, better to know now.
Still damp, she tossed her sweater on and wiggled into her jeans. Shoving her feet into her boots, she peeked at Talen, gratified to find him watching her with a ravenous expression. If she had any doubts about his attraction to her, the cockstand he sported cleared that up.
Okay, not turned off by a fat ass.
He hadn’t been joking about the wind. The moment she stepped out of the shelter of the bathhouse; the cold wind tore through every layer of clothing until she felt like she wore nothing at all. Hard pellets of frozen rain mixed with snow hit her face.
“Take this,” Talen said. He fastened his coat over hers and grabbed her by the hand.
Carefully, she made her way up the slick stone steps, one hand gripping the railing and the other holding onto Talen. Her foot slipped and she felt herself fall back. His grip tightened as he pulled her back from disaster and steadied her. Visibility had fallen and she could barely see past her nose. She held onto the railing, sliding her hand up incrementally and feeling the steps out with the toe of her boots as she went. Coming out before the storm was irresponsible and losing track of time bordered on stupid.
Finally, they reached the top of the stairs. She felt frozen solid. Definitely no feelings in her toes or her fingers. The gloves worked like a charm on a normal day but did nothing against the wind. Talen swung her up into his arms and she let him carry her back to the house.
The warmth of the kitchen surrounded them, and Georgia shivered, feeling the cold in her bones. Bright and Charl’s conversation abruptly ceased. They had to be a sight, Talen snowed over like a yeti and carrying her like a prize.
No, not a prize. He carried her like a dumb lamb that wandered off in a snowstorm. Embarrassment flooded over her.
“Put her by the fire,” Bright said. “Where did you find her? She looks frozen.”
“I feel frozen too,” she said, teeth chattering. She shed the coat, crusted over with ice pellets, which clattered as the pellets hit the floor. “I’m sorry about the floor. I’ll need a mop or some towels.”
“We’ll worry about that later. Now, get those clothes off.” Talen held up a towel, indicating that she should strip and dry herself.
She grabbed the bottom of her damp shirt and hesitated, keenly aware of the eyes watching. “I can do without the audience.”
“Humans are shy,” Charl said, somehow speaking while shoveling food into his mouth.
The condescension in his tone rubbed her the wrong way. It had been a long, hard day of dealing with workers who didn’t like taking orders from a human woman and had to run everything by Talen. She wanted a few minutes of peace and quiet but apparently, she couldn’t do that right and had to be rescued from freezing to death in a blizzard, so the four-armed alien could take his know-it-all attitude and fuck right off.
“Not wanting to flash my bare ass to the world ain’t being shy,” she snapped. “It’s called not being a pervert. Scram.”
“Leave us,” Talen said.
Chairs scraped against the floor as everyone left. Charl took his plate with him. Bright gently touched her arm and gave her a concerned look. Georgia nodded, which seemed to pacify the older woman’s concerns.
She stripped, eager to get the damp clothes off her body. Talen rubbed her down with a towel and discarded that one before producing another. She wrapped it around her and moved a chair closer to the fire. She carefully towel-dried her hair while he rubbed her feet.
His warm hands brought life to her numb toes as he rubbed and kneaded the digits.
“Is it wrong that this makes nearly freezing to death worth it?” she asked, leaning back in the chair.
“I’m enjoying the view,” he said, the hint of fangs in his grin, “but try not to make it a habit.” She gave a slight shove with her foot before he switched to the other foot. He continued speaking, “The thought of you lost in the storm was too much. Please, my heart, have mercy on me. My heart could not survive without you.”
His words were sweet, but they couldn’t be sincere. He didn’t have to butter her up since he was already getting laid.
His hand moved up her leg. “I like how you are hard here,” he said, caressing the muscles in her calves. “And soft here,” moving his hand to her inner thighs. With a hand on either knee, he spread her legs and moved between them.
Georgia lifted her hips, waiting for a brush of fingers, for hot breath, for anything, but nothing happened.
“Everything okay down there?”
Talen stared into her pussy like it was a complex puzzle to be solved.
