He then brought me back down to the beach and I told him I wanted to swim.
He sat in a lounge chair watching me play in the water. Banshee came in with me and stayed close.
The water was warm and invigorating but calm. The bottom was sandy and soft on my feet. The cliffs around us were breathtaking to look at and I was still in awe over the pink sky. I floated on my back, staring up at it, watching a flock of birds go by. I felt this lovely feeling of serenity flow through me for a brief moment as I soaked it all in.
I’m on another planet.
I’m married.
My hot alpha alien husband is gorgeous and extremely nice to me. He’s crazy about me and gave up so much to be with me. He’s also amazing in the sack. I really like how he is in that sack. He’s rich but he works for his money. With his hands. His sexy hands. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt. I felt the overwhelming urge to embrace this.
I walked out of the water and toward him. His eyes were on me as I slicked my hair back away from my face with my hands.
“I forgot a towel,” I told him.
He stood with a thick plush red one. I guess he’d gone and got it for me. Another bonus point for Daxx.
He opened it up and I walked into it. He flicked the towel behind me and wrapped it around me and his eyes met mine. He still had the edges of the towel in his hands.
“Hi,” I said.
One corner of his mouth turned up in a smile.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You’re welcome.”
“What now?” I asked.
“What would you like now?” he asked me.
I looked into his eyes and then my eyes travelled down to his mouth. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and it was sexy on him.
I shrugged, “Dunno. What’s on offer?”
He smiled, “Don’t know. What would you like there to be on offer?” His face was mischievous.
Was he playing a game with me? Was I gonna have to ask for it?
“You wanna let me go get dressed and then we can discuss it?” I asked.
“Not particularly,” he opened the towel back up and gazed longingly at my body. Goosebumps broke out everywhere under his inspection.
He smiled. His arms still held the towel so I was caged between it and him. I ducked under his arm and strolled into the house, strutting. I purposely adjusted the waistband and the material partially covering my cheeks, drawing attention to my derriere and thinking,
Follow me.
I saw his gaze go heated over my shoulder. I was back inside.
Much to my dismay, he didn’t follow.
***
It was later that day. I was on the main floor balcony, watching a movie on the tablet, when he presented me with a gift. It was a e-reader.
He handed it to me, “I downloaded about 400,000 books in women’s fiction, mystery, and romance for you. From your planet.”
“Oh.” I was elated.
“Enjoy,” he turned to leave.
“Thanks, Daxx.” I called.
He smiled.
An hour later, I was wandering, on the bedroom level, and he came up the stairs. He was sweaty. And the scent of his sweat, for some reason, it made me go damp between the legs.
“I’ve a gym on the storage and automation level, if you ever want to make use,” he said while walking into the master bedroom, so I followed.
“Taking a shower,” he said as he took his shirt off and then dropped the loose fitting black shorts he had on and strolled into the bathroom naked, giving me a gorgeous view of an ass so perfect it should be cast in marble and put on display in a museum.
I stared at the doorway to the bathroom for about a minute. He hadn’t shut it. I could hear him in the shower. I could see if I wanted to. I wanted to. I quietly got up and tiptoed a little closer. I caught a view of him in the shower, all soapy and wet.
My.
Lord.
Banshee was suddenly there, bursting ahead of me into the bathroom, making the door swing open wide and betraying me. Daxx’s head turned toward me and he caught me red-handed. Spying. Perving.
I was mortified. I looked to the floor and walked out of his view. I went down to the third floor and found the gym. There was a piece of equipment that looked a lot like a Bowflex. I didn’t know how to use it so didn’t try. There was a stationary bike that looked very space-age. There were heavy bags and a wooden dummy and there was a small part of the floor that had a conveyor belt built right in overlooking the back of the house where you could see the water with a panel on the window so it was clearly a treadmill. There were even more screens on the wall above the window. I stepped onto the conveyor belt and touched the wall panel and it turned on, displaying a blonde woman in a leotard who was stretching. She was an alien. She was gorgeous. She looked like a dark-haired Elle McPherson in giant form. Suddenly, there were a bunch of icons on the bottom third of the screen and she was pointing down, smiling, “Please choose one and we’ll work out together.” One was a lotus pose, another that was a stick figure with its arms and legs out like an x or maybe a jumping jack, another of a stick figure with boxing gloves on. I started scrolling and there were pages of options for workout programs. I went to exit by hitting a green button at the bottom but instead of exiting, suddenly the conveyor I was standing on shot me across the fucking room.
I fell on my ass.
“Ow. Bitch,” I grumbled at the lady on the screen who was now running, a big smile on her face, strange music playing.
“Jetta?” Daxx was there, in a pair of those sexy dark suede pants, no shirt, and it was button fly. The top two buttons were undone. My eyes landed there and then lazily followed that treasure trail downwards. He leaned over and extended his hand.
I took it and stood up.
“Your treadmill tried to kill me,” I said.
He snickered, went to the panel and shut it off, “I’ll show you how to use it. Do you want to do that now?”
I was still in my bikini. He was looking at me.
“No. I think getting shot across the room was enough of a workout for today, thanks.”
“Dinner?” he finally snapped free of the daze that was aimed at my belly button. I had a little diamond piercing there.
“What are we having” I asked.
He shrugged, “Pizza?”
“Daxx, you’re gonna turn into a pizza.”
He laughed, “What then?”
“How about I go look and cook us something?”
“Cook?”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind checking out some of that kitchen stuff.”
“Do you know how to operate those machines? I don’t.”
“No. Are they complicated?”
“They might be. But I’m sure I can find tutorial footage to play for you.”
“Let’s go see.” I took his hand and we walked down the hall to the kitchen.
I found that the place was stocked with the ingredients for just about any dish I could think up. I couldn’t read the ingredients but I could see by their photos what they were and when I ran things by Daxx, he tried to help me figure out what I was looking at. I decided to introduce Daxx to spaghetti and meatballs. He hadn’t any pre-made pasta but we had ingredients to make fresh pasta. Phallyx had cows (although they looked a little bit different than our cows by the photos. They were pastel colored and had much larger teeth. The meat looked the same, though. Their tomatoes were red but much larger than ours. They were nearly the size of watermelons.
The drawers were stocked with knives and some other cooking implements that I had no idea the purpose but I found my way around and got everything going and figured out that the stove was not much different than home, really. Daxx disappeared for a few minutes to gather some spices from the garden for me and soon everything was smelling amazing. He sat with his phone and was doing things on it but I kept seeing that he was watching me move around more than anything and after fetching me the spices, he poured me a glass of
that super sweet wine that he’d served the night we met. I had a few sips and found myself getting chatty, talking about food, asking about certain things to see if Phallyx had those things. He ordered a fizzy water from the machine and poured some into my wine glass to dilute it.
He seemed to be enjoying our chat and enjoying watching me cook.
Somehow, we got on the topic of these translators we wore.
“I wonder how different our languages sound to the naked ear to one another,” I mused, while forming the meat mixture I’d concocted into meatballs.
“I heard it before I had the implant put in. We’re not too far off. There’s another planet that Phallyx trades with and their voices are painful to the ears. We’ve taken to communicating in written form only so that our ears won’t bleed.”
“Do they look like us, too? I mean, are any aliens little green men with giant eyes and nose holes instead of noses?”
He snickered, “Every species I’ve come across all look similar. We’ve only traveled so far away from Phallyx but other than size and cultural differences, we’re all similar looking. We can’t all breed with one another but we all have the humanoid look to us.”
“That’s a relief. I was worried at one stage that we’d get here and you’d have heads like snakes or that you’d be slimy or something.”
He smiled at me.
“So, what about names? Our names don’t have to translate, right? I didn’t see your lips move strangely when you said your name when we met.”
“No. Names aren’t translated. My name is derived form the name of a mighty animal that is smart, agile, loyal, powerful. What does your name mean?”
“Names are meaningful for some on my planet but evidently not everyone. I’m named after a car. Two cars if you count my middle name. And it so happens that my hair is also dark so maybe jet black was what they were going for.”
“It suits you. Now with your name being Blackstar, even more so.”
“Yeah, it sounds like a rock star name.” I said, “Do you have rock stars? Do people here hold musicians and actors in high regard? At home, they’re obsessed with celebrities.”
“I saw that in my research. I’ve been studying Earth quite a bit. No. That’s not the case here. Or, it wasn’t. Actors are no more well-regarded than doctors. Government officials and actors and musicians might be more known but other than that, it’s not as if people flock to get their signature like on Earth.”
“You’ve been researching my planet?”
“I have. A fascinating place. Tell me about your parents. I was looking over your information it didn’t say much about them other than their tragic ends.”
“Tragic. Understatement. Well, Dad’s still alive but he’s in prison for the rest of his life.”
Daxx gave me a sad smile.
“So, your Dad’s in the government. Must have been an interesting childhood for you.”
“My mother was a physician. It’s probably why I’m so fascinated by medicinal herbs.”
“Oh, your women worked?”
“Of course.”
“I just kind of assumed you were all a bit cavemanish in your society with the whole male choosing when the woman breeds thing.”
“Not before the infection, no. And I looked up caveman after you’ve said it a few times. Made me laugh. The husband is always the head of the household, yes, but from a protection and nurturing standpoint, not an oppressive one. Today, it’ll be different after losing our women. It may be a long time before things are anywhere near what they once were. We’re hopeful we can get back to where we once were. Peace. Were you close with your parents?”
“Um, my Mom took her clothes off for money until I turned up as two stripes on a pregnancy test. And her life didn’t change all that much after I showed up. I was her little poopy party pooper. Dad tried, I guess, but it was constant drama with him and Mom until in the end and he always seemed so wrapped up in that. Dad is in jail for murdering Mom’s lover and finally having had enough of her drama, trying to kill Mom. She got wasted at a dance club and died on bad drugs. She was 41, boinking a drug dealer who was 22. You definitely married beneath your station.”
He looked at me a moment while he absorbed that fact, I guess. I felt a little bit embarrassed. I was finished forming all the meatballs so I put my hands over a small sink and water turned on automatically, mixing with soap. He probably only understood half of what I’d said.
“So, your parents didn’t have aspirations for you to follow in their professional footsteps, I take it.”
I laughed, “No. not at all.”
He laughed with me.
“Believe me, after a lifetime of my father trying to mould me in his image, I envy that. So, you were attempting to be a student but you’ve been supporting yourself for years. How?”
“I’ve done a few different jobs since high school. My last job, I worked as a cashier in a pay day loan store.”
He stared blankly at me and then reached for his phone, probably to look that up.
“Sort of a loan company. Short term. People who don’t have enough money until they get their pay from their job. They come to me and I lend them money from the company and they pay it back with interest.”
He looked confused.
“It’s like legal loansharking. It’s really awful. I hated it. People would come in every two weeks and sign over a big chunk of their wages just to borrow back from their wages again. It sucked. Crazy interest rates. Poor saps would get stuck once and then would have a heck of a time getting out of that hole.”
He was having trouble wrapping his mind around my explanation.
“Tell me about your sisters?” I suggested as I began frying the meatballs.
“Arla married Zane. She was half a year older than I. She got sick first but Jaya, her little girl, died first. Jaya was a beautiful child. I spent a lot of time with her. I purchased Banshee for her as a birthday gift when she turned two. The sorrow of losing her sent Arla into labor a bit early and Ollie was born. She died before she got to hold him. Three days later my younger sister Dariandra died. Dariandra wasn’t married. She was a spirited woman who didn’t want to be tied down. The day after she died, my mother died.”
“I’m so sorry. All that loss. It must have been…” Tears pricked my eyes. He watched me struggle for words. He looked out the window at the water and looked far away for a moment.
“I’m just so sorry you had to endure that,” I said, finally.
“Thank you,” he said, “You’ve endured loss, as well. It’s never easy, regardless of the circumstances.”
I nodded and then worked in silence under his observation for a while, until all of the meatballs were browned and then I dumped the sauce I’d started into the meatball pan to deglaze it and combined everything and put it on simmer.
“Okay,” I washed my hands again, “That needs to get happy for a while before I cook the noodles.”
“Get happy?” he asked curiously.
“Yes. The longer they simmer, the happier they’ll make our tummies.”
I sat down at a tall breakfast bar at the end of the kitchen island with him. He looked down at me. I was still in my bikini.
His gaze traveled the length of me and then he looked back out the window and blew out a slow breath.
Was he fighting urges to touch me? I hoped so.
“Maybe I should change my clothes for dinner,” I said and got up.
“What other textile delights are in store for me today?” He snickered.
I wiggled my eyebrows teasingly and headed back up to the second floor to the bedroom and dug into my bag and put on a pair of little cut off jean shorts and a slouchy cropped t-shirt that fell off my shoulder and showed my belly button. I left my bikini on underneath and went back into the kitchen. He was standing over the meatball pot looking a bit panicked. He was sucking his finger.
“It’s spitting everywhere and it got me.”
I dashed over and turned the
heat down a bit more and started to stir with a big wooden spoon.
“Crisis averted,” I said. He was busy staring at my ass.
“Daisy Dukes. Like Kryptonite. Apparently throughout the galaxy.”
“What?” he asked, tearing his eyes away from my booty.
“Nothing.” I got ready to get the pasta going.
-21-
DAXX
He was inches away from saying Fuck it and taking her to the floor in those tiny little short pants. The kitchen smelled incredible. She was incredible.
She’d paraded in front of him in that tiny swimsuit. And he’d kicked Strom off the property because he’d seen Strom get an instant hard-on. Strom apologized and left.
Daxx’s initial reaction after that was the desire to haul Jetta’s swimsuit bottoms off and turn her ass pink for making another man hard. He’d already seen her look at Strom with appreciation and that was bad enough.
She’d then dressed up as if she were trying to impress him in a dress with her make-up done and her usually sleek hair looking disheveled in an incredibly sexy way, as if she’d just been fucked. And it made him want to really make her look like she’d just been fucked. Thoroughly.
Even the sight of her pretty toes now painted the same as her ear gem? It was taking every ounce of self control he had to hold back. And she was talkative, sweet, caring. And she was cooking a meal for him, making the kitchen smell amazing, preparing food for him with her own small hands. Asking about his family. Looking genuinely sad at the fact that he’d experienced all of that loss. Looking cautious about asking if he’d been in love during the infection but then looking relieved when he said he hadn’t been. He didn’t know if she was relieved out of jealousy of the idea of him loving another or relieved he hadn’t experienced that level of pain. Knowing her so far, it was probably both.
Daxx didn’t know how much resolve he had left. He wanted her to make the next physical move. He didn’t like the idea of this ‘dating game’ shit. At all. Until now. Until watching her in the kitchen, talking to her, listening to her talk so relaxed and care-free. He’d cut her wine with sparkling water so that it wouldn’t go to her head so quickly and enjoyed her company as he watched her make food.
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