10. Chapter 10

Grihul

I barely make it to the bathroom before I let out a low growl. The door is closed, so there's no way she can hear me, not to mention she's in the bedroom, another wall away from me.

What's wrong with her? Or me?

I get under the water, letting its warmth go over me. I hate how weak the shower water is on the spaceship compared to home, but I'll make do with it.

She can't edge me like that. I...

I stroke my cock, imagining her tight pussy and her moans. She was enjoying it, right? She started it, too... I had been fine controlling myself, but somehow...

She is such a frustration...

What does she want? Did I do something wrong without knowing?

Maybe I should stop touching and riling myself up.

I still hate it. It should be easier. She could have just told me. Then it would be simple. Maybe I shouldn't have cared about her. Then it wouldn't end up like this.

There's a fire simmering inside me. Getting her in my arms and my cock into her seems to have sparked something in me. Now I want to hold her again and for longer.

I stop the water and get shampoo and body wash, going through my body. I suppose a being like her with two hands will have to clean themselves in separate rounds.

Beings like her, huh?

Maybe she still thinks I'm out here to hurt her or do something to her. I thought the investigation her colleagues did to me was already evident to her that I meant no one harm. I just want to go home after the delivery.

I hope my company won't be mad at me for missing the allocated date. I have a police report to show, and the poor weather would have shut down the destination warehouse anyway, so... I hope it will end up fine.

The water starts again, drenching my hair and my beard. I rub myself to get myself clean again. Maybe Kendra has been a police officer for so long that having a stranger nearby doesn't sit well with her. I guess I can understand that if that's the case. I'm not police, but I've been on my own for long enough that being with others feels off, let alone fucking someone who I've just met for not that long.

But she can't blame everything on me. I didn't touch her first. She stroked me first.

And... She sucked my cock and let me come in her throat. That's confusing once again. I thought she'd bite me and that got me cautious for a while. At least my cock survived.

I get clothed again before I leave the bathroom. Maybe I need some time to myself at the driving dashboard too. She won't miss me and won't want me there.

The corridor is still quiet. There's humming noise from the engine, but nothing else. It is still dark outside. I'm still stuck.

This city is so slow in fixing what should be important infrastructure. That's unless the snowstorm outside is very severe. I hope everyone's alright. How's the family back home? They are a planet away and should be safe, right?

I'm probably overthinking it by now.

But this parking lot is so enclosed that it doesn't sit well with me.

I stare at the ceiling of the spaceship. It looks fine, which it should be when nothing's happening. The auto-detection system of the spaceship is running, so if there's anything approaching, the radar will sound. Every room will be able to hear the siren, so I have nothing to worry about. Unless the building collapses, we'll be fine.

Wait...

If the power is down, does that mean it is possible to move the gate and get out of here since the lock will be out of function too?

But that sounds illegal.

Does the snowstorm qualify as an emergency? I think it is only fair for us to try to get out of an emergency, even if part of the action is illegal. Not to mention Kendra was here to let me go in the first place. We just spent so much time arguing with each other that we didn't get out of here before the power went down.

I let out a breath, stroking my beard. Maybe I should be patient. It's not that bad to be here, except not knowing what's happening outside doesn't sit well with me.

At the driving dashboard, every machine is humming along, doing its own thing. Peaceful times are for the best.

I take a seat at the dashboard, tapping the buttons and making sure the dashboard is locked before I rest my feet on it. There's a space by the side of the dashboard that I use as a footrest most of the time when I sleep. But making sure the buttons are locked remains crucial.

When the seat lays flat, it's not that bad. I rest back and let out a sigh. Tomorrow, the storm is going to be over, and we'll be fine.

My phone sits on the other side of the dashboard, next to the drinks stand. I take it to check, even though I checked it before and there was no signal.

I tap the screen, staring at the dumb symbol that reminds me of how I'm still stuck.

Fine, it won't be long until it's morning again.