Part 7 (1/2)

Since were handing out compliments, your equipment did live up to its boast.

A grin quirked his lips. I am a prime example of my kind. And then some.

She nipped his chin with her flat teeth. But you are definitely not modest.

Modesty is for the weak. In my culture, we take pride in ourselves.

Speaking of culture, are all of your kind like you?

Physically, yes, although our actual height and weight might differ along with cranial hair coloring and eyes.

I didnt mean looks-wise, she said with a laugh. I mean att.i.tude. Youre so self-a.s.sured. Confident the world revolves around him.

Universe, he corrected.

See what I mean? You are so convinced of your superiority and seem unafraid of anything. I saw how you reacted when we were in danger. You didnt appear worried one bit.

Danger is what warriors from Aressotle live for. We are raised to thrive on adrenaline filled moments. Weakness is shunned. Glory is everything. The most renowned warriors from my world are the universes best a.s.sa.s.sins, mercenaries, and acquisition specialists.

Sounds like you break a lot of laws.

We prefer to think of ourselves as above them.

What of the scholars and scientists? Surely you have those too.

No male would ever bring such shame on his household. And if he tried, he would either be banished or killed.

But Ive seen some of your technology. If you dont create it, then how do you have it?

He almost rolled his eyes at her question. We take it of course. It is one of the earliest rules we are taught.

But thats stealing.

Only if you do it without finesse. He couldnt help but leer as he replied, and she laughed.

So once you leave here, where to next? What grand adventure or pirating do you have planned?

Plan for the future? Perish the very idea. Have you already forgotten my motto of live for the moment? Or in this case, he waggled his hips as his c.o.c.k revived itself, live for the next climax.

It seemed she heartily approved, given she hungrily met his kiss and her s.e.x squeezed him tight.

But despite their second round of stimulating play, he couldnt quite forget her question.

As they lay snuggled together”yet another new thing for him”with Jilly falling asleep”and not because hed drugged her”he couldnt help for once imagining what he would do once he managed to get himself off-planet. Or the better question, would he leave this world alone?

Chapter Seven.

Regrets are for losers. Own up to your actions. After all, youre the one responsible for them. ” Grandmas philosophy on life.

What have I done?

Well, that part was obvious. Jilly had slept with an alien.

Okay, she didnt actually sleep, but they were in a bed.

Naked.

Limbs still entwined.

Her body still throbbing even hours later because Vile had shown her just how talented”and endowed”he truly was.

Dammit, I think he might have ruined me for human men.

Because either her lovers before were truly inept, or purple dudes from s.p.a.ce truly did it better.

It surprised her to see his eyes closed, as if he slumbered. She would have expected him to keep watch, given his jelly enemy, Mo, was probably still looking for them.

Sleep however eluded her. The several-hour nap shed nabbed after her second fabulous o.r.g.a.s.m”her body shuddered in remembered pleasure”had left her feeling wide-awake.

She also felt quite sticky.

Taking care not to disturb him, she eased off the mattress and went into the bathroom. Given she didnt know what would happen next, and the fact she was currently homeless, taking a shower seemed like the thing to do.

Of course, she could have done without the theme from Psycho running through her head as she stepped under the warm spray.

Comparing herself to one of those stupid women in movies who just had to bathe when danger lurked made her grimace. At least now I can totally see why the girl in the haunted house has to get naked and take a shower. It was probably because shed just had sweaty s.e.x and needed to sluice off.

Thinking about horror movies was probably why, when the curtain drew back, her first impulse was to scream. Loudly.

Vile grimaced. Was that necessary?

You startled me.

Apparently, was his dry reply. Move over.

Why?

Because Im joining you.

Before she could protest the shower wasnt big enough, he proved it wasnt by getting in. Then again, there was an advantage to the tight confines. It meant he had to press his body against hers.

I dont see how this will help us get clean, she said, surprised she sounded coherent, given her heart raced, her voice turned husky, and, much like a man, all her blood went south, making a certain part of her throb.

And to think shed thought her greedy p.u.s.s.y satisfied. It seemed all it took was a naked alien in her shower to forget the thorough pleasure hed given her earlier.

Who said anything about getting clean? Vile asked as his arms came around her. I joined you because youre naked. And wet. Which means youre slippery. I like slippery. Oh, and wet.