The Alien's Little Sister (Stolen by an Alien #8) - Amanda Milo Page 0,50
ghost of my grandpa surely understands. And so does the vehicle, I’m sure. Sorry, car. I’ll lovingly fix you later, and we’ll have all these memories of Inara to replay while I do...) and then her other horn gets hung up on the shoulder-rest portion of the passenger seat.
When Inara tries to tip her head to get her horn free so her neck isn’t strained, her horn slides down and gets caught between the seat and the simulated wood grain interior of the side of the car. (Yes, the ribbing on her horn is scraping the hell out of the wood grain, but again—and this is why I’ve never risked having a woman in this car before—her hand is on my dick. Thus, my dick calls the shots. And my dick does not care about cars. It doesn’t care at all. I know I will care later. I’m sure I’ll care a lot—but it will be later.)
We find a sweet position with her cheek pressed to the lip of the seat, her horns pointed towards the rear window, and her back swooped hard so that I can fit in behind her, pop the door open (turn off the fucking interior lights so no one sees!), stand outside and eat her. Cover her. Slam the door shut and ride the ever-living fuck out of her.
And freakin’ hotdamn does she smell good. Her scent gets stronger as I pound into her, her perfume driving me insane.
When we melt out like satisfied sex weasels, I help Inara fix her outfit, and I’m downright relaxed when we stroll back into the building.
Stacy takes one look at Inara’s wild mane of leather dreads and her eyes widen—before she pans a knowing, gleeful look on me. “In the parking lot?! You dirty, dirty hypocrite!” She sounds scandalized but victorious to have caught me being a hypocrite. Then she’s double—maybe triple—shocked as something else occurs to her. “You shagged in your grandpa’s Boss?!”
Feeling only a little ill about that last point, I shrug off the rest—the hypocrite thing. Then I catch Inara by the elbow—she’d been grinning at her best pal, Stacy—and I spin her, and dip her, and kiss the hell out of her.
“You’re distracting,” I inform Inara. “But that was the best quiet time I’ve ever had.” I pop her affectionately on her ass.
Her tail swipes the air, surprised.
Grinning at her, I give the base of it a tug and enjoy her gasp.
Stacy watches us with no shame, like we’re her personal soap opera.
What we are is basically a pair of criminals. When you do damage to a classic Mustang like we did, you pretty much deserve to be looking at jail time, because it’s borderline animal cruelty and just as heinous.
“Have fun at work,” Inara purrs to me, her pretty alien eyes flashing because she knows how my body reacts to her making this sound
“You too,” I murmur to her, thumbing the nearly smooth scales of her cheekbone. “You are so damn pretty.”
She beams at me.
Then I let her go and stroll into my office, not an ounce of irritation left in me, not for anyone or anybody. I might not get tied up about anything ever again period. After a magical unscheduled break with Inara in which we damaged my car of all things, I’m just… chill.
“Where has Inara been all your life?” Stacy whispers to me from the doorway.
“Hmm?” I ask.
“She makes you so nice,” Stacy cries, waving her arm happily, indicating the direction of Inara’s game room. “You should have come as a set. Like from day one of your life. That way you’d never be mean or grumpy at all.”
“I’m not mean,” I sort of say but ask at the same time, a little concerned about Stacy’s answer. “Have I been mean?”
Stacy gives me a very ‘Are you seriously bothering to ask me that?’ look, and I feel a frown settle on my face. I turn my eyes to a wall calendar so that I’m not scowling at her though, mostly to avoid the mean label.
“It’s cool, Matt. You’re mostly nice. And now with Inara, you’re a new man! You have to keep her,” Stacy orders me sternly.
My head swings back around.
“Don’t let her go home,” Stacy warns me.
My eyes narrow on her. “It’s a free country, Stace.”
“You know what I mean,” Stacy whispers.
My chest stills. Or, I should say, the heart that normally beats in my chest holds a serious pause. “Stacy…”