No. Forget this shit. I’m not that gullible! He was sitting here, lamenting about having choices, about having exerted his will to get what he wanted and actually getting what he wanted.
I turned to look away, sadness swarming me. I didn’t know him and yet I couldn’t help but feel this awful emptiness, this loss because of the way he had done what he’d done. He touched my chin and he knocked my socks off because he said,
“I know. I’m a hypocrite. I sit here with the audacity to tell you about how I got what I wanted. About how my father tried taking my choices away to force what he wanted, and then brag about how I got them back. You just looked at me like I took all your choices away and you want them back. What do you want, right now, more than anything in the universe? Besides to go home? Tell me. I’ll do my best to give it to you. I just can’t give you your old home because your home is with me. I won’t give you up. I just got everything I want, finally. I can’t let it go. If I lose you, nothing else matters.”
I felt my lip quiver. I sucked it in and found a way to halt the tears before they spilled out of my eyes. I looked away. I was filled with emotion. Too much. Too much crowding my brain.
“Jetta, please,” he whispered, “The last puzzle piece to having everything I want is your forgiveness. I never have all the pieces at once. Please let me have this last piece. And I am telling you, I will be a good husband. The best husband.”
I held firm and kept my eyes averted. As if he deserved to get everything he wanted? After what he’d done to me last night?
“My dead sister’s husband Zane married last night, too. I know he was lonely. So fucking lonely and sad. He has a little boy. His wife and daughter, little thing just a toddler, died during the outbreak and little Ollie, my nephew, was born in the midst of all that death and loss. My sister died as she gave birth. Ollie will have a mother now. He hasn’t spent time around women other than a few minutes with Treya and he was petrified. Zane has done his best but that little boy has lived under a cloud of grief. Finally, maybe he’ll have some light in his life. I know you think this was a horrific injustice being brought here against your will but what you women are going to do for us? It’s a gift. I feel the difference already. For Zane, my father. Me.”
I put my hands in my hoodie pockets and dug my nails into my palms.
“She was one of your friends. Zane married your friend Tanya.”
I felt my heart squeeze. Hard. That brute with the dimples who’d burst ahead of the others and thrown her over his shoulder? Was that who Tanya wound up with? Or had she been won in a near death-match like me?
Tanya was so quiet and shy, so reserved, so afraid of what we were going to endure. And she got taken first and now she was with a man and his little boy? I was in shock.
“We’ll have a meal together before we go home in a few days. With them, with my father and Treya, my new stepmother, your new mother-in-law.” Daxx chuckled a little bit. I would probably have found it kind of funny if my heart weren’t in tatters right now.
“They’ll visit us at home, too. Little Ollie loves playing at the sea. It’s right outside our house. The whole back side of the house is windows so that you can see the sand and sea and the cliffs as far as you can see. Did you have some more fruit?” He touched my face and brought my forehead to his lips.
The sea? My heart squeezed again. I’d always wanted to live at the ocean. I wanted to ask questions but again, held my tongue. Damn him.
“Okay, little one; I’ll get us some food.” He got up from the bed and strode to the food machine and started to scroll through screens.
“I’ll leave the fruit in case you want some later?”
His phone, in his front pocket, made a sound. He glanced at it as he strolled toward the door.
“I’ll be back in a moment. They’re here to fix the window.”
A while later he came back in and met someone at the window. I heard talking, just small talk, as the new window was installed. I stayed in the bed and didn’t bother poking my head out.
I laid back and stared at the pretty sky inside the bed. The roof was still retracted. Fluffy purple cotton candy clouds floated by.
He left for a little while and then was back.
“Hungry?” he asked.
I was in the bed, staring at the sky, pondering everything.
I didn’t answer.
“What about that space pizza?” I could hear the humor in his voice. I closed my eyes and ignored him.
He was back a few moments later with the pizza. He put it between us. He went back to the food station.
I stared at it. It looked and smelled delicious. It’d be breakfast but I didn’t care. I hadn’t eaten but a bite of a strawberry peach thing since the day before yesterday.
“How do we? Do we…” He looked at it. He had two knives and two forks in his hand as well as pretty cobalt blue plates with gold trim. Dishes looked the same here as they did back home.
It had come out already sliced. I lifted a piece up and put it on his plate.
I lifted another and put it on the other plate and took it.
I sat up a bit better and bit the end of the slice. He followed my motion.
It was good. It was damn good. It tasted like Pizza Hut with that crispy pan crust.
He made an “mm” sound as he chewed. I avoided his eyes. I knew they were smiling at me. Damn him for taking away what should’ve been a great moment that I could openly enjoy, sharing space pizza with him for his first time.
I got up and went to the food machine and touched an icon with a photo of a cup. I looked through the beverage choices. Half of them I didn’t recognize. I saw different colored juices, coffee, plain water, what looked like a glass of milk. Two or three screens were filled with what looked like cocktails and wine choices. I scrolled through about six or seven screens until I found something in a bottle that resembled a Coke bottle and hoped it would be some sort of fizzy beverage. It had a lime on the label so maybe it was a coke with lime flavor. I ordered two and they appeared just seconds later.
I might be mad at him but if he was experiencing pizza for the first time he needed to have it with the appropriate beverage, which was either Coke, Sprite, or some other soda pop.
I brought them to the bed and took a sip of one. He was already on his second slice. It didn’t have any cola taste. It also didn’t have any lime taste. It had a bit of a fruit punch sports drink taste to it. I took a big swig and then another, feeling incredibly thirsty suddenly. I placed the other bottle on the shelf that was still protruding from the wall.
“This is astounding,” he moaned, taking a big bite. He wasn’t paying attention to anything but what he was eating so probably didn’t notice I’d put a beverage down for him. He took a big bite and pulled back and the cheese connected between his mouth and the food. He seemed fascinated by how the cheese stretched.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to even smile. But I couldn’t. I took another bite of my pizza and took a sip of the beverage. And then another. I was parched with thirst.
I felt his eyes on me so I looked at him.
Daxx was staring at me with unconcealed concern.
“Jetta.”
I tried not to react.
“How much have you drank?” He lifted the bottle out of my hand and held it up. It was a dark glass bottle. When he tilted it toward the light, he winced. Two thirds gone. I’d been very thirsty.
“You shouldn’t have drank that,” Daxx said, as if he was trying to keep a straight face but he failed and burst out laughing. Man, he was handsome when he was laughing. Jerk face.
I looked at the bottle. What was this? It looked like a Coke bottle, just fancier, and had a lime on the front. Maybe limes weren’t limes here, like strawberries weren’t strawberries, like red meant go and green meant stop here.
Fuck. What the fuck was that?
He shook his head, “Well, guess I’ll have to have some too, then.” He finished my bottle off and took another bi
g bite of his pizza and then pushed the platter to the other end of the bed. I had only eaten part of a slice. I wasn’t done yet. But the look on his face? It was making me very self-conscious.
Was he fucking with me in order to make me break my unspoken vow to never speak to his scheming alien face again?
He laid back on the mattress and stared at me with a smile. A “I’ve got a private joke” smile. I flopped to my side, my cheek propped on my palm, elbow dug into a cushion. I chewed the inside of my bottom lip.
He mirrored my stance and watched me, mere inches from my face, an even bigger smile on his face.
“Should I tell you what you drank or should we wait until you figure it out? Until the sparks fly? Because they will.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He leaned even closer, “How about this? If you want to know what you drank, ask me. You might want to break your silence game for a moment to find out.”
Nope. I wasn’t biting. I felt fine. I didn’t feel drunk. I didn’t feel sick. I was fine. It was just a Gatorade type drink. What else would it be? A laxative maybe? He had some, too. Why would he do that if it was something awful, right?
Right?
“Okay, we’ll play it your way. More interesting that way, anyhow.” He watched me. He then leaned over and got another slice of pizza, “This is astonishing, baby. Thank you for introducing me to it.”
I wanted more pizza. I was hungry and it was damn good. Plus, I wanted to eat my feelings. But I was suspicious and feeling very on edge.
His third slice was gone in about five bites. He leaned over to the wall shelf and opened the other bottle of Not Coke with Lime. “Might as well make it good since it’ll be your first time. It might hit you hard and I wanna keep up.”
I almost said, ‘What?’ but I was rock solid in my resolve when someone was getting the silent treatment. When I was four years old I didn’t speak to my mother for a whole week. And for a little kid, you can imagine how hard that is. I’d honed that shit to a fine art in the subsequent 21 years.
“The next question is, which one of us will be the one who starts it? I think we’ve had about the same amount now, but you’ve never had it before; hmm, ought to make it interesting. Then again, I’m larger so what I’ve had probably won’t hit me nearly as hard as you.”
He was really pushing his luck. It was getting on my nerves.
He threw his shirt off, it was that short-sleeved body-hugging cream-colored spandex shirt that had looked very good with the suede-like fitted pants he’d had on. He leaned back and put his arms behind his head, lacing his fingers, and it struck me how utterly gorgeous his arms were. Even his wrists. Well-veined. Strong. He had nice skin. Just the right amount of body hair. Even his arm pits were kind of hot. I don’t know how but they just were. He was masculine perfection.
He had perfectly formed biceps. His chest was delicious-looking. I averted my eyes, not wanting to look at his body, not liking that I was feeling aroused by his appearance. I had the strangest urge to lean over and lick his silky nipple. I resisted and bit down on my tongue.
He kicked his shoes off and they fell to the floor with a double thud and my eyes landed on his stomach as he flexed those washboard abs.
My new “husband” had a beautiful stomach. A ridged washboard stomach with this cute little trail of hair that led from his belly button to his…
My pussy clenched. Clenched. I felt aroused. I felt really aroused.
Husband.
MY hot alpha alien husband.
Mine.
I looked up again to his tummy and then my eyes traveled back down to his bulge. The bulge in his pants? Delicious-looking. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. My eyes traveled back up the length of him and when my eyes met his, I saw he was looking at me the exact same way I’d guess I’d been looking at him.
His eyes were fiery hot and on me. His tongue moistened his bottom lip. Suddenly, I wanted to feel the scratchy stubble on his jaw under my fingers, against my lips, between my fucking thighs.
I pounced. He caught me. I grabbed his jaw and kissed him. He instantly had my hips in his hands. He grabbed the fabric there and tore my yoga pants and undies down to my knees, flipped us over, and his face went right between my legs.
“Fucking yes!” I shouted.
“Fucking fucking yes,” he growled and then his tongue was right between my folds and he sucked. Hard.
“Daxx!”
I was on fire. That bottle of liquid was some sort of super-aphrodisiac. It was some sort of aphrodisiac that was nuclear-powered, because I was going to explode into a kaleidoscope of colors. I was going to come so hard that this entire other world would know it. The planet would shake with it. I was going to feel and hear those colors. He sucked again and I bucked against his face.
“Need to suck your cock. Gimme it!” I ordered. He fumbled his pants undone and spun, so that my body was flipped and we were in a 69 position. My yoga pants were torn the rest of the way away and I heard the fabric stretch beyond its limits.
“Fuck, those were my Lululemons,” I growled as I pulled his super-galactic penis out of his pants and wrapped my lips around it.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned and then he sucked, hard. I grabbed his ass and I was going to haul the milky way right out of him.
I came. HARD. I shuddered around his thick cock in my mouth, his hand on my ass, his tongue on my clit, his other hand with at least two fingers inside me, his thumb pressed against my back door, and I dug my nails into his ass with the intensity of it and whimpered around his cock. He groaned and came down my throat.
I swallowed, sat up, wiped my mouth, and then I crawled forward toward the end of the bed. He started pulling me backwards by an ankle, “Nowhere near done with you yet,” he rumbled, but I’d managed to snag a piece of pizza. I took a bite and chewed it and glared at him.
I couldn’t believe I’d taken an aphrodisiac when I was so so not going to let him near me. I was fucking angry.
“You aren’t supposed to lay a finger on me again you scheming bastard,” I pointed at him and took a big unladylike bite of pizza.
“I’ll lay every finger as well as my mouth and my cock on you as much as I want,” he returned, looking sorely pissed right off, still holding my ankle.
“Oh, you will, will you?”
“Damn right I will and you’re gonna welcome it. You, your cunt, those gorgeous fucking tits? They’re all mine.”
I raised my brows, “Go fuck yourself!”
“No,” he snapped, “I’m going to fuck you instead.”
“I’m not even supposed to talk to you. Ever again! And I can’t believe you make the c-fucking-word hot!”
He took my pizza slice out of my hand and whipped it across the room, “I can throw things, too.” And then he threw me onto my back and covered my body with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he slid right inside.
“Because why? Why Jetta?” he demanded.
“I don’t know,” I whimpered.
“Because you’re mine,” he bit off.
I got my hand up the back of his neck and yanked his hair back and attacked his throat with my mouth.
I bit him.
He slammed his hips against me in response. He slammed so hard that something creaked underneath us and the bed gave under the pressure. Shit, the bed was now lopsided.
“You broke the bed,” I gasped.
“Don’t care,” he kissed my throat roughly and bit me as well.
“You are such an arrogant fucking prick!” I snarled against his skin and then I wrapped my arms around his neck and his mouth came to mine and he devoured it while hammering into me like a machine.
He was rotating his hips, slamming hard.
“You’re so tiny. I don’t want to hurt you,” He whispered, “But I’m going to fuck you all fucking day. I’m going to fuck you until you know you’re mine.”
“Shut up and fuck me. Fuck me hard all fucking day you bastard scheming spa
ce monster.”
He laughed and kissed me again and then slid out of me. I did not see the humor.
“Give me that back,” I tried to get him back inside. He flipped me over onto my belly, hooked an arm around my waist and hauled me up to my knees, and then he shoved his huge, hard, beautiful beast of a cock into me. The bed was all slanted at the bottom.
“There. You’ve got it.”
“Daxx.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Shut up.”
“You said my name, precious wife.”
“Don’t call me that.” I went limp, feeling defeated.
“That’s what you are.”
“I’m so mad at you, Daxx.”
“I’m so sorry I hurt your heart, little beauty. My tiny beautiful wife.”
I started to weep.
“Why am I crying?”
“The Love Punch lowered your inhibitions and your emotional defenses while making you horny. But it doesn’t make you lie.”
“That’s not fucking fair,” I whined, “It looked like Coke and lime.”
He went to pull out.
“Don’t stop fucking me. Please don’t stop fucking me.”
“Never, my sweet little love. Never.”
I collapsed flat and was weeping hard and then I came, harder than I could ever remember coming. He didn’t stop. He kept going until he came inside me and collapsed on top of me.
His wife? I’m married. Me. To a hot alien who was so good at sex that he should be in porno movies.
He kissed that ear gem and kissed the back of my shoulders.
“Oh god, you didn’t just get me pregnant, did you? Did you? Please tell me you didn’t do that to me out of spite?”
“Fuck, Jetta. No.” He rolled off me and put his palms over his eyes.
“No?” I pleaded.
“Of course not. Creating a life out of spite? You think that little of me?”
I curled into a ball, “I don’t know what to think of you. I’m married to you even though I didn’t say I do or I will or anything. I don’t even fucking know you.”
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