Love Is Always Write Volume 4

cheeks.
    Darien interrupted his swift machinations. "I want answers, I want details, and above all, I need to know the reasons why you hurry people away from this planet."
    "Fair enough. By the way, you called me bastard . I know that word."
    "It was for show." For the first time since being around Kekoa, Darien smirked.
    All the former machinations rushed to Kekoa's loins, enhanced by the smug, handsome features. "It didn't sound like that. It was very convincing."
    "The fact that I want to strangle you because you made me a hostage helped a lot." Darien grimaced, scrunching his nose.
    If that didn't make Kekoa want to devour the human, he didn't know what would.
    CHAPTER 5
    They watched the human spaceship leave the planet the next day. Colvis had very few hours of night, but since they were close to the core of the planet, it didn't make a difference. Kekoa learned during the second human expedition that they'd named his home Planet XZ345. As if it was some random asteroid.
    Kekoa didn't plan on letting Darien go back to his people, but perhaps it was time to let the galaxy know Colvis wasn't an abandoned, cursed planet. Mostly.
    Sleeping arrangements had been awkward the previous night since Darien insisted on sleeping fully clothed. Kekoa only shrugged and started to undress, taking each garment off slower than necessary just to tease his charge. Darien did his best to remain unmoved but failed miserably, changing colors many times. They slept in a sixty-nine position, with Darien's booted feet at Kekoa's eye level.
    I'm going to sixty-nine him soon enough. He doesn't know how patient I can be. He will wake up one day so in love with me he won't be able to breathe.
    Darien remained impassive as the ship disappeared into the atmosphere and then into open space. He turned to face Kekoa, "Show me where the food is coming from. I don't want to be eating an eight-headed thing."
    "I'll do you one better. I'm going to give you a tour of your home for the next sixty days. What do you think?" Kekoa hoped—well, he was sure—by the end of that period Darien would never want to leave his side.
    "Fifty-nine," Darien tossed, walking past him. "One day is already gone."
    "Smart ass." Kekoa chuckled following Darien out of the control room. "Or is that something you don't say anymore either?"
    "Ass is fine." Darien twirled and pointed an accusatory finger at him. "If you dare to say my ass is fine, you're gonna be in a lot of trouble, priest ."
    "The truth should never be offensive." Kekoa shrugged and with a flourish showed the way with a toothy smile.
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    If he shrugs one more time like that, I'm gonna tear his clothes apart.
    Darien warred with his horniness. He was a prisoner. He wasn't supposed to be lusting after his effing jailer. A hot as Nova jailer—as much as he wanted to scream the opposite—white hair and all.
    They stopped at a balcony looming over an extensive vegetable garden where many androids, more humanoid looking than his own, worked fervently. The greenery below them sent a pang of guilt by making him remember his brother's obnoxious but now sure-as-home green tea. It also forced him to realize the cinnamon and clove fragrance following him since he became a prisoner emanated from Kekoa.
    "You're the only person here?" Darien asked, enraptured by the way the false light of the place played on Kekoa's locks.
    "I'm not alone anymore." Kekoa's cobalt eyes flashed mischievously.
    "Pfft, my visit is but a speck in what is an insanely long existence if I accept you were here when my people came for the first time." Kekoa was imperturbable so he continued, "How do you cope?"
    "You're either an enigma or don't know how to make up your mind. One minute you act with disdain and the following you're worried about my wellbeing." Kekoa removed a wandering curl from Darien's brow.
    His first instinct was to swat the hand away. "Hands off!" At the Academy, guys were always trying to touch him. He never had time for boys.
    "No hands, then." Kekoa crushed Darien with his imposing frame. Hands caged him, posted on either side of the rail, pressing their chests together and locking their lips.
    As much as the action had been forceful, the gentle mouth covering his sent him to blissful places. His knees weakened, and he forgot how to gain oxygen; his lower back bent over the rail at an awkward but strangely pleasant angle. He clutched Kekoa's strong shoulders with both hands—perhaps for safety, perhaps because it