“They have magnetic tabs. Just run your finger along the inside edge and you’ll see.”
Nina did as he said, unable to help noticing how rock-hard his abs were as she ran her fingers along the inside of his trousers. His skin was warm against the back of her fingers, and she tried very hard not to come in contact with anything she shouldn’t. She felt kind of like an inept actress in a porno vid—a low budget one that wasn’t very good. Finally, she located the tiny, hidden row of magnetic tabs he’d told her about and was able to pull his trousers open.
In the back of her mind she’d been wondering what kind of underwear Kindred wore. Now she could see the answer was…none. At least, in Reddix’s case.
“Oh…my,” she muttered as his shaft was abruptly revealed. Even only half hard it was bigger and thicker than anything she’d ever seen before—and that included Mitch’s equipment, which he had been extremely proud of.
“Well?” Reddix demanded, and she realized she’d just been sitting there, staring at him. “Are you going to do this or not?”
“I…of course. Of course, I am.” Feeling like an idiot, she reached between his legs. I can do this, she reminded herself desperately, despite her growing embarrassment. I can do this—I’ve done it before. Which was true—she’d helped patients to use a male urinal before when she worked in the nursing home. But all of those men had been old and feeble and mostly out of it. None of them had been huge muscular Kindred warriors glaring at her while she handled their…business.
She forced herself to take his hot, hard length in her gloved hand, noting as she did that she could scarcely wrap her fingers around it. God, he was huge all over! She felt really sorry for whatever girl had to accommodate this—it was simply too big. It seemed to pulse in her hand and she felt like a porn actress all over again.
“Hey—are you gonna jerk me off or help me out?” Reddix growled.
“I…uh…” Nina’s face was so hot she felt like her forehead was about to set her hair on fire. “Help you out, of course. I’m not…fondling you was never my intention.”
“Could have fooled me. Get on with it.”
“Of course.” Nina fit the broad, flared head to the mouth of the wine bottle and looked away as he did his business. It was possibly one of the single most embarrassing moments of her life, though it really shouldn’t have been. I am a medical professional, she reminded herself over and over. I can handle this. It’ll be over in a minute.
Finally, it was.
“Finished,” Reddix said gruffly. “You can take the damn bottle away.”
Nina did. Quickly she rose and carried the bottle to the bathroom where she disposed of the contents in the commode. She stripped off her gloves, washed her hands, and came back out into the main part of the ship feeling relieved. At least that was over.
Then she saw Reddix still sitting there with his pants open and realized she’d left him hanging—literally.
“Well?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Forget something, sweetheart?”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Nina dropped to her knees before him. Feeling like a fool, she fumbled the gloves back on and began trying to put everything back in place—only it didn’t want to go.
“Goddess damn it!” Reddix growled as she tried to stuff his long, thick cock back into his trousers. But the more she tried, the harder and larger he got. Nina tried tucking the thick monster inside the black flaps, but it kept springing out again, and the magnetic tabs wouldn’t stay closed around it.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered, beginning to feel panicky. “It’s like trying to stuff a python into a pair of pantyhose. It just won’t go.”
“It’s going to go all right, if you don’t stop it.” Reddix’s deep voice sounded slightly strangled. “Look, just stop trying for a minute. Stop…stop touching me. It’s only making things worse.”
“I’m sorry.” Nina sat back on her heels, feeling absurdly like she was going to cry. This had seemed a simple enough exercise when her slightly drunk brain came up with it just ten minutes ago, but now she felt like a fumbling idiot. “I’m really, really sorry,” she said again, almost ashamed to look him in the eyes. “I never thought…I mean, I never meant to…”
“Not your fault.” He sighed. “It’s mine. Just can’t help getting hard when I’m being touched by such a gorgeous female.” He barked a laugh. “And it doesn’t help that this is the most action I’ve seen in about ten years.”