Alien Mate

by Gloria Martin

  “How are you holding up?” I asked her quietly and her eyes met and held my gaze.

  “I don’t know really. This is all just…I wasn’t prepared for any of this. And I can’t help but keep thinking that I should have seen it coming. I should have…I don’t know; I should have read Remy better than I had. I mean how do you sleep with someone and not know what their capable of? This monster slept in my bed for Pete’s sake!” Nicole said and her voice shook as the stress of everything was getting to her.

  “Hey…hey, it’s going to be alright, don’t worry. We’ll catch him,” I said and she held my gaze for a moment before nodding.

  “I believe you…” she said softly and I smiled at her reassuringly.

  “Good,” I said and then realized how close we were standing to each other, our chest’s were practically touching. Then I registered what she was wearing, a tight tank top and sweat pants that showed off her hips nicely. The entire ensemble displayed her shape and my hands itched to wrap around her hourglass waist.

  “I um…I have to tell you something Micah,” she whispered and I nodded for her to go ahead. “I’m really…I’m really attracted to you,” she all but whispered and my eyes widened a fraction as heat automatically rose from my chest and flooded my veins.

  “I’m glad you said that,” I breathed just before I leaned towards her and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. She surprised me again by responding in kind, her fingers tangled in my hair as she held my head to hers. My entire body seemed to jump start into gear when she did that. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her flush against me as I slid my tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly as our tongues caressed each other’s and my already stiff sex twitched at the beautiful little sound.

  I slowly guided her nearer to the bed and her hands left my hair and neck to slide down my chest and underneath my sweatshirt. She gasped when she felt the gun strapped to my chest and then pulled away from our kiss to lift up the shirt and see.

  “Talk about a concealed weapon…” she murmured and I laughed at the comment. She looked up at me and giggled in turn.

  “Get on the bed,” I told her and she eagerly obliged as I removed the sweatshirt and safely put the gun in it’s holster on the dresser across from the bed. Nicole watched me with electric eyes as I climbed over to her and pushed her legs open gently. I moved over her and held myself up on my forearms as I settled my hips in between her legs. I kissed her neck and trailed my tongue across the tops of her breasts as her hands slid across my back and shoulders restlessly. I pulled off her tank top quickly and found her full breasts bare underneath, my mouth went straight to her nipples. I pulled them gently in between my teeth and teased them with my tongue. Nicole came a live then, moans slipped from her lips and her hands were tangled in my hair once more.

  Her hips moved restlessly underneath me and I slid my hand to the waistband of her pants and then lifted off of her so that I could pull them off. She wasn’t wearing any panties either and I smiled at her as if she gave me the best gift…actually she was giving me the best gift. I caught her scent as her legs fell open and I groaned as my dick made a tent out of my sweat pants. She sat up and reached for my cock to grip it through the pants. I groaned again when she gripped it with the perfect amount of pressure. I pulled off my pants and boxers quickly then her hand went back to my bare cock and she stroked me while her mouth found my collar and she kissed her way up to my throat. My entire body felt the shocks of pleasure as her hand stroked me rhythmically.

  I had to remind myself not to jump too quickly into penetrating her when she drew precum from the engorged head of my cock.

  “Micah you have a really big cock,” she said softly against my skin and then pulled back to hold eye contact with me.

  “Is that a compliment?” I asked her and that made her laugh, but she nodded thankfully.

  “Yeah, it’s a compliment…I um, I really want you right now,” she said and that was all she needed to say. She gasped as I lifted her up to straddle me, her hands gripped my shoulders and she settled onto me slowly. I guided myself to her entrance and she slid down onto me slowly. I moaned in sweet torture as she rode me slowly. Nicole was so tight and hot inside I could barely focus on anything but her. I gripped her waist tightly in my hands as we both grew more frantic and increased our pace. The room was full of the sound of Nicole’s melodic moans and breathless cries.

  “Oh god Micah…Micah,” she cried out breathlessly as her orgasm swept over her. She held onto me tightly and shook as her sex gripped mine in tight rhythmic spasms. I called out her name as my own release rushed through me and emptied into her.

  *****

  I held Nicole against my chest for a while afterward, until her breath returned to normal and my cock stopped twitching inside of her. I sure as hell wanted more, but I need to make sure she was up for it. If not, I’d clean her up and hold her close until she slept.

  “We fit…really well together,” she said and looked at me with soft grey eyes.

  “I think so too,” I whispered and then pressed a kiss to her lips. The soft peck deepened and when I swiveled my hips to move inside her I drank up her moan and soon we were at it again. She and I spent much of the night awake together and the next morning I woke up with Nicole in my arms and wondered briefly if the night before was a dream.

  “I can feel you watching me…weirdo,” she murmured and I chuckled softly as she stretched against my chest, like a cat, and then opened her eyes.

  “You look really fucking beautiful in the morning,” I said and she laughed.

  “What happened last night?” she asked me and I saw a bit of uncertainty in her eyes.

  “We had really amazing sex…over and over and over again,” I said and she laughed.

  “I know but…I’ve only known you for like…less than forty-eight hours. I don’t usually have sex with strangers,” she said and I grinned at her boyishly.

  “I don’t have sex with clients…but you’re different,” I admitted and she looked at me with surprise in her gaze.

  “Are you serious? You’ve never ever had sex with any of your clients before…oh my god you didn’t have sex with my mom did you?” she asked me, her eyes unsure all of a sudden and I understood why she would ask me.

  “You can call and ask her if you want. Ronnie and I had a strictly professional relationship and I wouldn’t lie to you about this Nicole. You’re the first client I’ve ever been attracted to and…slept with,” I said sincerely and she searched my gaze for a moment before she slowly nodded and I saw the trust re-enter her eyes.

  “You’re different too…” she whispered and I pressed a soft kiss to her lips before I nuzzled her neck and nipped at the sensitive skin. She giggled and then batted me away playfully before she stretched again and then got out of bed completely naked and walked towards the bathroom. “I’m going to shower, are you coming?” she asked me and I all but launched out of bed to follow her into the shower stall.

  Once we were cleaned and dressed I checked my phone for updates regarding the hunt for Remy. My guys reported that he hasn’t been back to Nicole’s place at all and I felt like it was safe for us to go back to her house if that’s what she wanted to do.

  “So what’s the plan for today?” she asked me from her perch at the edge of the bed.

  “Well we can head back to your place if you’d like. Remy hasn’t been back at all, nor has he been in the Upper West Side,” I said and she nodded with a soft relieved smile.

  “Well that’s good at least, maybe the cops picked him up?” she said hopefully and I shook my head. I didn’t want to get her hopes up for something false.

  “Not yet, I would have been notified if he was. At least he seems to be coming to his senses about harassing you now,” I said and Nicole nodded, her expression hopeful. “That note was most likely a last ditch effort to scare you into talking to him,” I said and she nodded her head thoughtfully.

  “Probably, otherwise he would have at least pa
ssed by the house again, right?” she asked me and I nodded.

  “At least. So do you maybe want to get some breakfast before we head back?” I asked her and she nodded, with that shy smile I turned into a freaking puddle for. We checked out of the hotel and went to get some pancakes. Afterwards we intended to make a pit stop at Nicole’s house to drop off our bags. Her mom wanted to go on a shopping trip with Nicole and I was actually a little nervous about Ronnie finding out about my sleeping with her daughter.

  “We…locked the front door…right?” Nicole asked me as we stepped into the house. Her keys were dangling in her hands and we shared a long look before I started backing her towards the door to leave. Just then the front door was forced open and it hit me right in the middle of my back. I was stunned for a moment as I fell forward with the wind knocked out of me. Nicole screamed out in surprise and I quickly jumped back to my feet, four guys had emerged from nowhere and two of them had a struggling Nicole while the other two circled me slowly.

  “Hey man, we’re just meant to take the lady. Let’s not make this ugly,” he said and I slowly crept my hand to my gun holster. The men circling me reacted instantly and rushed forward. I barely had time to palm my gun before I was tackled to the floor and the weapon wrestled from my hand. I focused on getting my feet underneath me so I could shove their body weight off of me.

  “Micah! Micah!” Nicole screamed for me to help her. I tried to fight my way through the two that were keeping me away from the others who had Nicole by both arms and were dragging her towards the backdoor in her kitchen. I elbowed one of the guys in the gut and he doubled over giving me enough time to send a hard punch to the other one’s jaw, knocking him out. I grabbed my gun before the conscious guy could and I gave him a good blow to the temple and sprinted to the kitchen. They were hauling Nicole out to the small alley behind the townhouses on her block.

  “Hey! Let her go!” I yelled and leveled my gun in the guys’ direction. One of them pulled Nicole in front of him and I cursed while the other leveled his own weapon on me. I didn’t want to shoot anyone around Nicole or outside in the open. I leveled my gaze on Nicole and tried to convey a sense of calm and control. “I’ll find you Nicole. I promise I’ll find you,” I said and hated the terrified look in her eyes as the men began to haul her away. My heart felt like a rock in my chest as I had no more cards to play. I couldn’t save her; I was forced to bide my time. Nicole’s eyes never left mine, then suddenly I felt a hot blow to the side of my head and I fell to the ground, vertigo taking me down as my vision tunneled and my consciousness teetered.

  “Payback’s a bitch,” one of the guys spat and then kicked me swiftly in the ribs before I saw him and the other one from the house stagger after the two that took Nicole away. I took a moment to catch my breath and then forced myself up to my feet and jogged into the house to call my guys over to Nicole’s house. All six of them showed up within ten minutes, and we all began searching for intel to where Nicole could have possibly been taken.

  “Don’t beat yourself up Micah, any one of us would have assumed that letter was just a scare tactic. This Remy guy just keeps proving us wrong,” one of my friends from the Navy, Larry, tried to get me to calm down and stop pacing around the living room while everyone worked. I had this feeling of pressure and anxiety on my chest that I couldn’t get rid of. I needed to find Nicole, I had to get her back.

  “I found a cabin upstate, the deed has Remy’s name on it,” Roger, one of the other guys, spoke up from his laptop on the coffee table.

  “She’s there then, she has to be there,” I said and all the guys got up and got ready to go. Roger told us the address and we all got into gear and left to go and get Nicole. I called the police when we were close to the cabin, and then our makeshift unit parked out of sight and we all got out to approach the cabin on foot. Remy’s four men were outside the house pretty much dicking around. It was more than easy for my guys to pop out of the trees and surprise them. We got the four subdued and handcuffed in under five minutes. Then two of my guys stayed back to watch the four, and the rest of us barged into the intimate cabin and found Nicole handcuffed to a chair in the kitchen area while Remy was standing over her. He looked at us in shock just before I broke protocol for what was safe and simply walked up to him and punched him in the nose. I felt the satisfying crack of the cartilage and then grasped his shoulders as I kneed him in the gut. He doubled over onto the ground and then the sound of Nicole’s frightened voice stopped me from giving Remy the true beating he deserved.

  “Micah…” she said half in relief and half scared. I turned to her and saw that one of my guys had freed her from the chair. She ran over to me and I caught her with open arms and held her close just as the sound of police sirens were heard in the distance. “I can’t believe that you actually found me. I believed you when you said—but then they took me all the way out here and I—I…thank you,” Nicole said, her voice thick with emotion and her eyes shiny with a fine sheen of tears.

  “I told you I’d find you Nicole. I wouldn’t ever leave you in the hands of someone who would hurt you,” I said and she nodded.

  “Thank you…” she said again and I hugged her close once more.

  “I just have to say it Nicole…I know that it’s fast but, you mean a lot to me. I’ve never felt this way…like I feel for you and…. I guess I just want to know if you’d agree to see where things could go with us? I want to be here for you all the time,” I said and her wide eyes met mine steadily. For what she’d just been through, her gaze was focused and clear on mine.

  “I can’t pretend that I don’t feel the same way for you Micah. Of course I want to see where things go…anyone who is ready to shoot a person for me is definitely someone I should keep close,” she said softly and I couldn’t help but smile like a little kid. There we were in the middle of a crime scene and talking about dating each other.

  “I’ll always be here for you as long as you decide to keep me around,” I said and Nicole smiled up at me in relief.

  “Good, I think I’ll want you around for a long time,” she said and I held her close once more. In that moment I felt more whole than I ever had in a long time.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 35 of 40

  The Seal’s Undivorce

  Jacob Sanders drove off the Dam Neck base and onto the highway, determined to put a quick end to this bullshit. Divorce papers? Fucking hell. How long had that shit been sitting in his in box? Couldn’t the Navy at least notify him when his wife was divorcing his ass? Jacob mentally calculated how long he’d been away on deployment. Christ. Three months in Iraq … two in France, then home for … what, two days before his team went wheels up to Syria? God dammit that had been what … shit, six months ago? He had lost track.

  He grit his teeth and pulled out from behind a slow moving truck.

  Whatever it was, however long it’d been, he and Danika had an agreement. She was an officer’s wife and knew who he was when she married him. He was a SEAL and his career meant everything. His team was everything. He’d had to put them first over the past ten years in order to be the type of leader he wanted to be. The one he aspired to and his men respected. He led from the front. It was an ugly fact that might suck ass but —

  A fucking divorce!? What the fuck, Danika. What. The. Fuck!

  He gripped the steering wheel and pulled around another truck.

  His marriage, now a bleak separation from his wife was equally as important though. Danika and his five boys meant the fucking world to him. She knew that. They were what he fought for. Protected. Treasured. So when his wife, after eight years of marriage, had broken down under the pressure, he had reluctantly agreed … well belligerently allowed a separation.

  He fucking hated every minute of it, but had no choice after Danika dug in. He couldn’t fight with her forever. She was his queen and — Jacob blasted his horn when a car pulled in front of him.

  They decided that Danika would keep the boys. He left the
house and stayed on base. When it was his time to see them, he stayed with them at the house while Danika left. It was the best way to make sure the boys were the least affected by their problems. Keeping them in the house meant the same schools, same friends, same everything they’d always known, and the adults going back and forth instead of the other way around, kept the boys adjusted as they soldiered on. They made Jacob proud.

  Now she wanted a divorce? No way. No fucking way. He would not lose his family. She was not walking away. It would be over his dead body that she would walk away from everything they had.

  Jacob glared out the windshield. What the hell was with all the traffic? He checked the time, then his rear-view mirror. He looked like shit. He hadn’t shaved in days, needed a haircut bad, and sported enough dark circles and bags below his eyes to rival a raccoon. Because he was in the sun most of his last deployment, his brown hair looked blond, his brown eyes bleak and like he was some kind of strung-out surfer in need of a week’s worth of sleep.

  He looked away from his sorry-ass reflection and back at the road.

  He and Danika had an understanding, dammit, and he had stuck to it even though he fucking hated it. He stayed on base when not with the boys, and she went … who the fuck knew where when he was at the house? It fucking pissed him off that she never told him where she was staying, but he backed off asking and gave her space, as requested.

  “Jacob, you take off on deployment and I have no idea where you are. I can only reach you by phone if I’m lucky. If you want to get hold of me during your time with the boys, call my cell.”

  Jesus Christ. Her fucking space was now a goddamn chasm. Why did he let her get away with that?

  Because you fucking loved her and didn’t want to lose her, would do just about anything to make sure she didn’t walk away.

  Fuck. Jacob sped past another truck.

  He was done appeasing her. He’d given her everything she asked for. Now this. Space. Time. More fucking space. He’d given in and given her everything he could think of to keep her from completely leaving with his boys and still she wanted a fucking divorce? Goddamn him if he even knew why.