ROMANCE: Stolen by the Alien Lord (BBW Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Science Fiction Paranormal Short Stories)

by Knightingale, Fiona

  “Girl, control your filthy mind.”

  She laughed hard again. “Well, there’s no point in trying because it just goes back up.”

  He shot her back a smile, Gradually, she was lowering her defenses and letting him know that she wanted him. Now it was just a matter of staying focused and latching onto just one thing she said, pursuing it relentlessly until she caved in and said yes, why not. After all, it’s just to talk…

  Of course, even Gerald was surprised at just how easy the whole pickup was. They didn’t even get to the point where he asked her if she wanted to go somewhere. They had so many tequila shots and took turns playfully insulting and seriously complimenting each other, that they were practically making out at the bar.

  Stealing kisses, fondling elbows and hands and whispering drunken nothings into each other’s ears. The other patrons might have become agitated watching their PDAs, but hell, they figured it was more interesting than nothing.

  They were both giggly and feeling fantastic into the next two hours, exchanging wisdom while talking about wild sex encounters they had—or at least thought they had, at one point or another, though remembering all the fucking in the midst of all that drinking proved to be challenging.

  By the time they were done drinking for the night, there was no reason to hide or be coy about anything they were feeling. It wasn’t even a question of whether or not they wanted to have sex, but where and how. When they were sobered up? Or was it better to just go with the moment and get it over with now?

  Oh geez, should we go into the bathroom stall or maybe the car? Maybe just against the wall. Or would we get in trouble for making sweet love right here on the bar?

  “I really think you’re gorgeous,” he said, drunk enough but still walking the fine line between uninhibited and piss off bumbling fool. “You’re the kind of woman that makes it all worthwhile. A woman worth fighting for.”

  “Ohhh, that’s so sweet.”

  “Uh oh, my spidey sense tells me you’re losing interest.”

  “No!”

  “Sweet is for whip cream, strawberries and jam. I’m a man. All rough, meaty, and buttery, baby.”

  She snort-laughed and shook her head. “I forgot. You have that whole superhero complex.”

  “That’s right. I’m a real life superhero. I ain’t got time for sweet.”

  “Sometimes sweet is good,” she squeaked, rubbing his chest and toying with his anticipation. Two hours of drunken foreplay was almost better than sex. The act itself was almost an afterthought…but yeah, as he stared into her eyes and snuck peaks at her inviting all natural cleavage, he began to feel his heart racing and his perception becoming rosy and dreamy. She was really beautiful and every time she laughed and vibrated in that tall stool, she gave him a clue as to just how appreciative and reactive she could be.

  She likewise felt charmed by his face, increasingly sensitive and yet with an aura of mystery. His hands were large and yet controlled, so perfectly designed to finger her in a fit of passion. His lips were soft and thick, chiseled to perfect dimensions for her belly, her breasts and her neck. His humming deep voice was so erotic, probably what Superman or Batman might sound like in bed.

  “So Nancy…” he said suspiciously. “Is that your real name or do you just give players a fake name so they’ll leave you alone?”

  “Hmmm, I don’t know. I guess that’s up to you to wonder about.”

  “That’s not what I’m wondering. Don’t get me wrong, you’re lovely and I’m sure there’s a great story behind your name. But all I feel right now is boiling lust for you. I just want to dance with you and fall into bed, so I can spend the night between your breasts.”

  She laughed but he continued.

  “And sex is up to you. I don’t need it. But your perfume is driving me crazy.”

  “I’m not wearing any perfume,” she said with a raised eyebrow, then falling to a blush.

  “Mmmm, guess I just appreciate your natural scent, Nancy.”

  “My real name is Nina. I figured, Nancy is close enough. Most guys don’t care anyway.”

  “Sure I care. I gave you my real name as soon as we met. I have nothing to hide. But everything to offer.”

  “Including your hide?”

  “Hell yeah, you can have my hide. But don’t get me wrong. I’m not easy.”

  “Ohh yeah right,” she laughed and folded her arms.

  “What? You think I’m joking? I’m telling you sweet Nina, I don’t like just everybody I meet. There has to be a strong physical connection beyond words.”

  “Mmm-hmm, and you have that with me?”

  “I definitely feel something with you.”

  “Well, sorry to burst your blue balls, but I’m not going home with you tonight. Or even to your little dessert shop that you so desperately want to take me to.

  “ Why not? It’s a great place. Friendly people.”

  “Uh huh. And what else?”

  “Nothing.”

  “No, really. What else?” she asked with a flirty grin.

  “Just a lounge where there’s no questions asked.”

  They both giggled. “Such a perv.”

  “No, just know when I’m beat. And there’s no sense pretending that I’m not totally nuts about you.”

  “Awww, that’s so…” she smiled and bit her tongue. “That’s so meaty. So manly and rough.”

  “That’s right!”

  She laughed quietly, staring at him and sizing up his lips. “Kiss me.”

  “Right here? Now?”

  “Yeah. What, are you afraid of people? They going to kick out the big marine and hurt his feelings?”

  “Navy SEAL, dammit.”

  He got up off the stool and leaned over, kissing her boldly and fully, planting his soft lips onto hers. They kissed for a long sensual moment, tasting each other and surrendering to temptation as they intensified the lip lock.

  The bar erupted into applause. Sure, it was pretty sweet to see a Navy SEAL finish first and win the woman’s affection. And who wants to stop a love story in progress?

  They kissed so hard and fervently, they almost forgot where they were. Gerald had to stop from reaching for a first base grab, remembering that a gentleman’s first priority is protecting his woman. If they were going to finish this, they had to do it right.

  But the longer they stalled, the more memorable the date seemed…which means the less Nina desired to turn it all into something cheap and horny.

  “I don’t think so,” she said with a reluctant grin, after Gerald asked her for the umpteenth time if she wanted to go home with him.

  “All right. Messaged received,” he said with a firm nod. “Truth is, I enjoyed talking to you. And if I’m offered ice cream without a cherry on top, it suits me just fine.”

  She nodded and smiled. She definitely felt attracted, and did think about giving him what he wanted. But her instincts were crying out that something wasn’t quite right. Not yet. She kept getting the sense of “not yet”, as if there was still something to learn. But she would be lying to herself if she said the answer was “NO”. She knew that she would see him again, somehow, some place.

  After another good twenty minutes of casual chatting, Gerald took her outside the bar to say goodbye. He seemed a little blue, figuring they would probably not see each other again before he was deployed. But she seemed a bit more optimistic.

  “Don’t you believe in destiny?”

  “No,” he said matter-of-factly. “But it’s cool. I’m glad we got to talk.”

  “Why are you here anyway? Not looking for poontang, I know why you were in that bar,” she laughed. “But why are you not overseas?”

  “Oh. I actually came home to see my father. He just got remarried.”

  “Cool. My mom just got married too. Hey…wouldn’t it be funny?”

  Gerald laughed at the thought. “That would be funny. Making out with my own sister.”

  “Stepsister,” she corrected.

>   “Still…” he laughed, finally showing a bit of nervous stutter after a night full of over the top confidence.

  “Kiss me again,” she said, welcoming him into her arms. Damned if he was too proud to resist. The woman was bleeding gorgeous and the honor of kissing her and touching her was almost as thrilling as the idea of taking her to bed.

  They embraced hard and just a little rough as their lips connected, sucking and smacking into each other’s mouth. He got a little passionate and she made his day, by putting his hands on her breasts—letting him feel just a taste of paradise. They both groped each other for a few long aching moments before gradually releasing. She was in charge, of course, and he was following orders. As always.

  “Well…I’ll be seeing you, Gerald Allen.”

  “It’ll be my honor, Nina,” he said, walking away with an aching woody and a vivid image of her scent in his mouth and his nose.

  He actually liked her, which certainly wasn’t what he expected when he went to that college dank pit. Girls there were usually shallow, easy and just a bit on the whore side, how most military men liked them. No sense getting emotionally attached, not with life as unpredictable as it was.

  But Nina was smarter than the usual barmaid type of girl. She was tough, maybe a little jaded and a woman who could talk philosophy with him, just as easily as she could make out by a wall outside the building. The only question was, why keep him waiting? Damn, the girl was a natural player herself. Always keeping him guessing. Wanting her just a little bit more than he ought to.

  ***

  Chapter 2

  Gerald went from hot and heavy to cool and sterile, as he visited his father Melvin at his mansion of a retirement home. He was always in awe of the filthy rich life his Colonel father lived. And the fact that the old man had married a hot young wife shouldn’t surprise anyone. Well, she wasn’t young like Gerald, thank God, but a fifty-five year old man wearing a bombshell blond forty-year old was definitely a “harrumph” moment for most people that knew Melvin. Gerald’s mother had divorced him a long time ago, and Melvin was the type of man to move on fast, not wasting away in sorrow but eager to start sampling the newest merchandise—to put it in his father’s own words.

  “Yeah. Ain’t she a dish?” Melvin cackled, as the two Allen boys sipped wine in the study room.

  “She’s very pretty,” Gerald said. “Sure, she was “hot” or at least she would have been if not for the fact that dad was fucking her. A bit of a creepy realization and definitely just the image Gerald needed to erase any and all thoughts of Oedipus Rex complex.

  “Oh she’s pretty all right. And looks great from down under.”

  “Oh Jesus, dad,” Gerald said with a shake of his head. “I don’t want to be hearing that.”

  “Oh come on. You of all people are a prude now? Say…you’re not falling in love are you? What did I tell you growing up?”

  “Don’t get married till I’m thirty, I know.”

  “Damn right. Best decision of your life. You can’t trust yourself in your twenties. Too much cum building up in your balls. Boy’s gotta sow his oats.”

  “Yeah dad, I get the picture,” Gerald said with a tsk. “Believe me I know. It’s not like starting a serious relationship is an option right now anyway.”

  “Oh, there will be options. Damn right. Women love men in uniform. Shit, that’s why I first joined the army.”

  “Silly me. I did it because I loved my country.”

  “Well, we all love our country, boy. But damned if I’m going to miss out on the perks! You know what I called the old uniform? The panty-dropper.”

  Gerald half-smiled. His dad was sort of right, if not the most noble man in the room.

  “So when is Rebekkah arriving?” he said, referring to dad’s new wife who was already showing herself to be late and very unpunctual.

  “She’ll be here. She’s bringing her family with her.”

  “Cool,” he said.

  It took another hour of small talk and awkward talks about dad’s sex drive, but eventually Rebekkah came, all bright eyed and congenial, eager to make a good impression with Melvin’s son.

  Naturally, Gerald was a good sport and treated Rebekkah with the same respect he ought to give his own mother.

  “Nice to meet you, ma’am,” he said in that full Navy SEAL voice, the spitting image of his own father and that’s just what Rebekkah said.

  “He is your son,” she laughed, right before grabbing Gerald’s arm in affection. “What a good looking boy.”

  “Where’s the family?” Melvin asked, as Gerald retreated back into the study room, lounging on the chair. Just as he got comfortable and disinterested in all the family small talk…

  He received a rude awakening. There stood Nina, now appearing to be the spitting image of Rebekkah, his stepmother. She was wearing a jacket and skirt, a little more formal this time, not as “easy” dressed as before.

  His gaping face, the perfect compliment to Nina’s raised eyebrows and frowning mouth, said it all: I just made out with my stepsister.

  *

  Gerald fake laughed at his dad’s old war story, again, the same bullshit story he always told about escaping Japanese cannibals. He dismissed himself quickly and gagged as he saw Nina standup and likewise dismiss herself, eager to follow Gerald and discuss what should not be discussed.

  She cornered him in the hallway and stared a hole through him.

  “What the fuck?” she said, shaking her head.

  “What?!”

  “You knew?”

  “Of course I didn’t know!” he fumed in response. “How am I supposed to know…what are the odds?”

  “Holy shit!”

  “I know!”

  “Well now what?” she said nervously, shaking her head and clutching her forehead in panic.

  “NOW we fucking forget everything that happened!”

  “Yeah…I know.”

  “I mean Jesus! I’m really glad you stopped me from taking you home!” he said with a shudder.

  “Well…yeah…” she said, eyeing him in a funny way. Not like a stepsister, not really. It kind of freaked Gerald out and he left her eyes in a hurry. “YES,” he said firmly. “I don’t think our newly mother and father would take to this well. At all.”

  “Yeah. Mom would have a cow.”

  “And my father would beat me to death.”

  “Look, nothing happened. Okay?”

  “Goddamn right nothing happened!” he said, already in denial.

  But even as he stubbornly insisted the last 24 hours were a blur, he still smelled her essence. He still tasted her lips and tongue in his mouth. And her now forbidden breasts were calling to him. He had touched them before, fantasizing of what it would be like to reach inside and squeeze her flesh, making love to her with his lips…

  But shit! All that was a horrid fantasy now. Now, it really was over. It couldn’t happen.

  They looked at each other in awkward terror and said no more, before returning to the study.

  Even while sitting down patiently, letting their parents steer the conversation, they couldn’t help but stare into each other’s eyes. They reveled in the awkward tension even as they fought so hard to think platonic thoughts, to forget their sin. They kept wanting to say something to each other but couldn’t muster the words. They looked into each other’s eyes from across the room and panicked. Retreated and then returned again.

  And all they could think was how much they desired each other. How the sickening urge never actually left them, even when the truth was revealed. It was now powered and intensified by feelings of forbidden lust. The thought of confronting each other in private now felt as terrifying as never seeing each other again.

  Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to resist having sex on the first date. Because now, it was a full blown obsession and the guilt would never leave them.

  ***

  Chapter 3

  Gerald and Nina stayed a good hour, letting their
respective mother and father talk on about old times until they were exhausted. Gerald watched his hot, er, his nice stepsister walk her mother out of the house and leave the two men alone. Rebekkah was going to stay with her ailing aunt for a few days and Nina had to get back home to study.

  Gerald knew that there was a possibility Nina might stalk him after she dropped her mother off at her aunt’s. But he knew this couldn’t be. They had nothing to say to each other. Now that the truth was known everything they did together was a mistake. And whatever these feelings were were just that—feelings, fucked up emo issues from a bad case of blueballs. Maybe he just needed to find a dumb blond at the bar and forget about Nina.

  But what if Nina was there? Waiting? Oh God I got to get out of here!

  Gerald waited impatiently as Melvin went into great detail about something inane, keeping him an extra ten minutes and preventing him from getting the hell out of the city before it was too late.

  What could happen anyway? It was his stepsister. Their parents were getting married and that was that. Besides, she said NO. She rejected him first. She wasn’t attracted to him…or was she?

  He suddenly thought back to every flirty, seductive thing he said to her and blushed a little bit. She couldn’t still feel that way, could she? She did put the brakes to him. Maybe she sensed it wasn’t right for a reason.

  Because they were doomed to be siblings by law! He finally broke away from dad long enough to exit the house and go zooming towards his car.

  He entered the Volkswagen and started the car, looking around, a sudden pang of distress hit him, as if he were being watched.

  And then like a wildfire, that fire-headed blond just opened his passenger door and plopped beside him.

  He sighed, looking a bit miffed, but not really angry. After all, she was family now.

  “I think we should talk.”

  “Stalker.”

  “No,” she laughed. “Just figured you were avoiding me. Why?”

  “What do you mean why? Do I have to explain?”

  “Yes, you do. I mean, what? You’re upset about something?”