her fifties didn’t mean she didn’t have a sex drive. As a matter of fact, in the years since the divorce, she’d missed sex a lot. She just hadn’t done much about it, since it had been her job to raise her boys and get them through college. The occasional hook-up was about the extent of the sex she’d had throughout the long years. And those had been few and very far in-between.
It hadn’t helped that her sons were very protective of her, always chasing off men who asked her out. On the bright side, she’d gotten to spend a lot of time with them both. She’d picked up all their kid slang, which made her friends laugh. She was also more aware of the bands they played in her car than the ones she’d grown up with.
She’d been a cool mom, or tried her best to be. Their father had basically abandoned them after starting his second family. It meant she’d worked twice as hard to make up for his inattention.
Sadness tugged at Gemma, thinking about her boys and what they’d face once she died…but Big quickly distracted her from her thoughts.
He dug his fingers into the seam of his pants again and they parted completely at the top, revealing a line of skin and black material under the pants. He gripped both sides of the waist, wiggling his hips as he worked the clingy material downward, revealing a pair of tight briefs. He bent, stripping out of each leg, and left the pants on the floor when he stepped back.
Finally, he straightened…and hooked his thumbs into the waist of his briefs.
“I’m taking it all off. These are protective wear, also.”
She leaned back against the glass. He had an almost perfect body, and she was glad to focus all her attention on him. Only a few scars marred his skin. One on his chest near his left nipple. It was a jagged mark about two inches in length. There was also a rounded scar on his left thigh, a few inches above his knee. She liked the fact that he wasn’t overly hairy, but there was some on his chest. He was man candy all the way.
“Go right ahead,” she encouraged.
He pulled the shorts down a few inches, and she realized she was holding her breath. He paused, and she looked up at his face to find him watching her with narrowed eyes.
“What?”
“Your interest is making me hard. Fair warning.”
She glanced down, not seeing a bulge. With her luck, her space pirate from the future would have a tiny dick. So far the drug-induced dream she’d been subjected to hadn’t been very fun. It figures.
When she said nothing, merely waited, he shrugged and shoved the briefs down to his thighs.
Gemma’s mouth parted in surprise when his cock sprang free. Where was he hiding that? It didn’t seem possible, since those shorts were small—but he sure wasn’t.
Her gaze lowed to the tight shorts as he removed them, seeing a cup-like thing inside them. It was formed in a way that would have curved over his groin. Dream. Right. The impossible is possible. He goes from no bulge, to oh my goodness, that thing is huge.
He bent forward, stepping out of the shorts, then straightened. Gemma was focused on the part of him that was pointing at her. He stepped closer, and she finally tore her gaze away from his cock. A small tattoo on the side of his hip caught her attention.
“Of course. What kind of pirate wouldn’t have one?”
He cleared his throat. “What?”
“The tattoo. What is it?” It looked round, but she was too far away to see what filled the inked space.
“All clones have them. It’s the equivalent of a belly button for a birthed person. They stamp us with the company logo to hide the scar of where we were attached to the artificial womb we were grown inside.”
Her gaze darted to his stomach. “You have a belly button. So do I.”
“It’s for appearances only. All clones have tattoos on our hips. Look. You’ll have one.”
She frowned, looking down her body, then tugged on the left side of her strange underwear. She didn’t see anything.
The right hip, though, had a round stamp.
She fingered it, feeling light scars under the surface. Her gaze lifted to Big’s.
Maybe she’d watched too many science fiction movies.
Big approached her slowly. “Do you still want to try gravity-free sex?” He paused so close that they nearly touched, and he reached up toward the