THE OFF WORLD COLLECTION (Short, Steamy Science Fiction Romances) (Off-World Series) by Rebecca York Page B
Authors: Rebecca York
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agreed.
He pulled one from the freezer and set it on the counter.
“Packaged goods from off world are in the storage unit. The pots and pans are in the lower cabinet. Don’t try to do anything fancy until you get to know the place. If you don’t want to use the meat, eggs would be fine.”
“Meat will be a treat after the rations on the trip over.”
“They were bad?”
“Not horrible but boring.”
He opened drawers and cabinets, showing her where to find equipment.
“There’s running water,” he said, turning on the tap. “And in the bathroom, too.”
“Good.” She cleared her throat. “You don’t have incineration units, do you?”
“No.”
“Then I probably need a trash can in the bathroom. I mean . . .”
He cut her off. “I already put one in there.” Switching back to the kitchen, he said, “The cooker is a little temperamental. You turn on the gas.” He demonstrated. “Then light it with a match. If the flame is off, you got to make sure the gas is off too.”
He pulled a match from a canister on the counter, struck it against the side, and touched it to the jet. When the flame sprang up, he turned it down. “I’ll leave it on for you.”
“Thanks.”
“Anything else you need to know right now?”
“I don’t think so.”
He started to exit the house, then turned abruptly and went into the bedroom. When he came back, he was wearing a clean shirt.
“The burned one?” she asked.
“Throw it in the rag bin.” He showed her where that was, then exited the house quickly. When he was gone, she breathed out a little sigh, glad to be alone for the moment. Probably he was, too.
oOo
Caleb headed for the barn, annoyed that he needed to escape from his own house—and from the woman standing in his food prep area. Sagan’s balls, what an idiot. It had taken him a couple of minutes to figure out what she was trying to tell him about her physical condition.
He’d read about menstruation in the instruction manual. He just hadn’t known it was called “having my period.” But yeah, you had to figure women would have a way to talk about it that wasn’t clinical. And, of course, he hadn’t been thinking they’d jump right in to that time of the month. But maybe it was an advantage. He wasn’t going to have to . . .
He cut that thought off and started again. It wasn’t “have to.” He “wanted to.” He just didn’t know much about it. Yeah, he had seen porn vids with naked men and women doing it. All the guys on Palomar had, unless they were homers. And there was porn for them , too.
You could make the 3-D images so large that it was like you were practically in bed with the flipping couple. But was what they showed in a flip vid the way real people did stuff in real life? Well, the guy was going to end up putting his pump handle inside the gal’s furrow. That was pretty clear. But what about the touching and kissing part? How much of that did you do first? He’d read something in the book about a man needing to arouse a woman so it would be good for her. But in the vids, the gals were always rarin’ to go. And they always came, although he’d heard guys say that a gal could fake it.
And then there was the way the guys in the pornos always pulled out so you could see them pump off. That couldn’t be right. Not if you wanted to have a baby.
He cursed under his breath, wishing he weren’t getting hard thinking about this stuff. And wishing he knew more about what to do in bed. His new wife had grown up in a normal place where men and women were available to each other. Probably she knew a lot more than he did. What was she going to think when he started fumbling around?
He fed the stock, then checked on Silla, the mare who was due to foal soon. She seemed a little restless, and he figured he’d have to keep an eye on her.
Next he stepped into the garden house and checked the temperature, the humidity and the nutrients. When there wasn’t anything more to do
He pulled one from the freezer and set it on the counter.
“Packaged goods from off world are in the storage unit. The pots and pans are in the lower cabinet. Don’t try to do anything fancy until you get to know the place. If you don’t want to use the meat, eggs would be fine.”
“Meat will be a treat after the rations on the trip over.”
“They were bad?”
“Not horrible but boring.”
He opened drawers and cabinets, showing her where to find equipment.
“There’s running water,” he said, turning on the tap. “And in the bathroom, too.”
“Good.” She cleared her throat. “You don’t have incineration units, do you?”
“No.”
“Then I probably need a trash can in the bathroom. I mean . . .”
He cut her off. “I already put one in there.” Switching back to the kitchen, he said, “The cooker is a little temperamental. You turn on the gas.” He demonstrated. “Then light it with a match. If the flame is off, you got to make sure the gas is off too.”
He pulled a match from a canister on the counter, struck it against the side, and touched it to the jet. When the flame sprang up, he turned it down. “I’ll leave it on for you.”
“Thanks.”
“Anything else you need to know right now?”
“I don’t think so.”
He started to exit the house, then turned abruptly and went into the bedroom. When he came back, he was wearing a clean shirt.
“The burned one?” she asked.
“Throw it in the rag bin.” He showed her where that was, then exited the house quickly. When he was gone, she breathed out a little sigh, glad to be alone for the moment. Probably he was, too.
oOo
Caleb headed for the barn, annoyed that he needed to escape from his own house—and from the woman standing in his food prep area. Sagan’s balls, what an idiot. It had taken him a couple of minutes to figure out what she was trying to tell him about her physical condition.
He’d read about menstruation in the instruction manual. He just hadn’t known it was called “having my period.” But yeah, you had to figure women would have a way to talk about it that wasn’t clinical. And, of course, he hadn’t been thinking they’d jump right in to that time of the month. But maybe it was an advantage. He wasn’t going to have to . . .
He cut that thought off and started again. It wasn’t “have to.” He “wanted to.” He just didn’t know much about it. Yeah, he had seen porn vids with naked men and women doing it. All the guys on Palomar had, unless they were homers. And there was porn for them , too.
You could make the 3-D images so large that it was like you were practically in bed with the flipping couple. But was what they showed in a flip vid the way real people did stuff in real life? Well, the guy was going to end up putting his pump handle inside the gal’s furrow. That was pretty clear. But what about the touching and kissing part? How much of that did you do first? He’d read something in the book about a man needing to arouse a woman so it would be good for her. But in the vids, the gals were always rarin’ to go. And they always came, although he’d heard guys say that a gal could fake it.
And then there was the way the guys in the pornos always pulled out so you could see them pump off. That couldn’t be right. Not if you wanted to have a baby.
He cursed under his breath, wishing he weren’t getting hard thinking about this stuff. And wishing he knew more about what to do in bed. His new wife had grown up in a normal place where men and women were available to each other. Probably she knew a lot more than he did. What was she going to think when he started fumbling around?
He fed the stock, then checked on Silla, the mare who was due to foal soon. She seemed a little restless, and he figured he’d have to keep an eye on her.
Next he stepped into the garden house and checked the temperature, the humidity and the nutrients. When there wasn’t anything more to do
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