Van, Becca - Help Me Fly Again (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

to tell one person from the next.
    Sandi could see a few females and noticed they only wore short hide skirts and moccasins similar to the men. Their chests were bare, leaving their breasts naked, but since it seemed to be the norm for them, it didn’t seem to bother them at all. The females of the clan were nearly as tall as the men, which made Sandi feel like a child with her short stature. There was nothing she could do about it, so she pushed the thought to the back of her mind.
    Dreab held up one of his hands and waited for the crowd to quiet down. Once everyone was silent, he began to speak.
    “Everybody, this is Sandi Tyler. She crashed on our planet not long ago, and we have brought her to our home to keep her safe from the Redloh Clan and the wild beasts that roam at night. I ask you to help protect her and treat her like a member of this clan.
    “If you have any problems with our decision as your leaders, I would expect you to voice them at our clan meetings. I don’t want to hear of anyone treating Sandi with any disrespect. Is that understood?” Erup stated quietly but succinctly. “Come, Sandi. We will take you to our home.” Dreab pulled Sandi along, his brother once more taking her other hand.
    Sandi looked around as they entered Erup and Dreab’s home. It looked like they had entered the living room, straight off the doorway. The walls and floor were all made out of rock, but their furniture was made from timber. The furniture was sparse but looked cozy enough, covered with animal skins for comfort. She could hear water running and wondered where it was coming from. All in all, it was rather primitive but functional. There were other doorways off the large room, which she presumed were the kitchen, bedrooms, and bathroom. At least she hoped one of them was a bathroom. She couldn’t very well see herself asking one of her two hosts to fly her down amongst the trees for a few minutes of privacy.
    “Please, look around, Sandi, and I will get you something to drink,” Erup suggested.
    Sandi took him at his word and looked into room after room, taking in the basic functionality of their home. There was a huge bed in one room, again made from timber and covered with animal skins. They must have been cured properly, as there was no smell coming from the skins. Her nose was very thankful. She found the room with the running water. There was a hole in the ceiling with a stream of steaming water flowing constantly down into a large pool below. There was a stone-looking seat off to the other side of the room with a basic wooden gutter running along the wall above and a bucket with braided vines for a pull string. She walked over to the seat and discovered a deep, dark hole below. She realized she was looking at a very rudimentary and rough version of a toilet.
    Sandi followed the sound of deep, masculine voices until she stood in the doorway to a kitchen. On the far wall was a fire pit in which glowing embers were smoldering, and she presumed it was their stove. There was a large stone bench along another wall, and above the bench were stone shelves filled with wooden bowls and utensils. She felt as if she had gone back to the dark ages. Sandi didn’t know how she was going to survive on this planet without any of her modern conveniences and technology. She watched as Dreab pulled on a braided rope, which opened a stone cupboard to reveal a hide-covered skin. He removed the skin from the recess, and she saw it move and knew it was filled with liquid. He pulled the wooden stopper from the bladder and poured red liquid into three small bowls.
    Sandi looked at Erup as he turned toward her and smiled. He picked up two of the bowls and moved to her, and she stepped back away from the doorway to let him pass.
    “What do you think of our home, Sandi?” he asked as he led the way to the living room and placed the small bowls on the wooden table, near what she ascertained to be a sofa.
    “It’s very nice,” Sandi