Earth Husbands are Odd (Earth Fathers #2) - Lyn Gala Page 0,8

used the momentary distraction to grab that reproductive tentacle to drive Rick crazy until he was a pile of goo. However, his ass was stuffed so full that every move increased the pressure on his prostate. Rick recovered before Max could mount a counterattack or even figure out how to think straight while he was impaled.

Rick’s fingers teased the inside of Max’s thighs before moving in toward his balls.

“You’re killing me.” Max let his head fall back, and a tentacle wrapped around his neck before the red tip teased Max’s lips. At the same time, a tender touch explored his cock and a tentacle curled around it. Max tried to thrust, but Rick held him suspended in tentacles, with the weight of both of them supported only by his walking tentacle. Max’s boyfriend was one muscled geek.

“Never kill Max. Never, never, never.” Rick whispered the words against Max’s skin. Each belch made air dance over Max’s skin.

“Then move,” Max begged. He had lost this round, and he was willing to embrace his inner loser if Rick would move his tentacles. At one point, Rick had been so unsure of himself. He had probably feared how a warrior would react to Rick showing off his strength, so their playful competition... Max felt the bonds of trust developing between them.

And Max would win later. He would reduce Rick to quivering limbs and then jerk off all over his red-tipped tentacles. But right now, he couldn’t focus on Rick—not when his ass was stuffed so full that he couldn’t get his brain to work.

Rick tightened his hold of Max’s cock while pushing farther up Max’s ass at the same time.

Pleasure slammed Max like Hulk Hogan taking out an opponent. He writhed as Rick slipped a tentacle into his mouth. The salty musk that was uniquely Rick filled his senses, and Max sucked on it.

Rick quivered, and the resulting vibration in his ass and around his cock gave Max the final push he needed. He came with a scream. Rick must have enjoyed himself too because his limbs were nearly as warm as the hot body pressed against Max’s chest. That only happened with good sex.

Rick shimmied.

“Max skilled in maximizing pleasure,” Rick said with a rumble. “Maximized skilled in maximizing pleasure. Maximized maximizing skilled in maximizing maximized pleasure.”

Max laughed. That was the nicest compliment he’d had since someone called his intestines asymmetrical. “And you make me happy for stagnant water. I would stagnate in this water every day for the rest of my life and be maximum happy.”

Rick slowly pulled his tentacles out of Max’s body. “Stagnant waters sometimes are beautiful,” Rick agreed.

Max’s bare feet touched the floor. Max drew Rick closer. Rick’s tentacles danced over Max’s skin, and Max held on tighter. This was perfect. He wished he didn’t have to deal with the rest of the universe. He had his one alien and that was all he wanted or needed. Well, except of course for the children, but Max tried very hard not to think about the children when his brains had recently leaked out of his cock.

Chapter Three

Max threaded his way through the crowd, wondering why aliens hadn’t yet invented mass transit. Sure, he had issues with the New York subway system, and falling asleep on a train that was bound for Tremont had not been a fond memory. However, someone could make a killing with a tentacle-friendly bus route.

He looked at the towers that rose in the distance. He wondered if the city was as crowded as the docks. Maybe he’d find out later. Right now he had a mission.

A large bell-shaped alien crashed into Max and cut between him and Rick. Max cursed the asshole’s backside and reached for Rick. Rick hesitated, but Max kept his hand out, waiting for Rick to get over whatever insecurities made him want to avoid touching in public. Rick might fear giving Max some sort of ugly cooties, but Max didn’t listen to bullies in high school and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. If he could survive being gay in the damn Midwest, he could survive holding tentacles with his non-symmetrical partner.

“Others reinforced in belief Max from moron people,” Rick warned him in a whisper even as he slipped a tentacle into Max’s hand.

“I don’t care.” Max squeezed Rick and turned to wade into the crowd again. This time Rick pressed close, his tentacles brushing Max’s back.

A more honest answer would have been that Max cared a lot, but