Talking Dogs, Aliens and Purple People Eaters

by Shelley Munro

Janaya frowned. Something wrong. But she couldn’t keep her eyes open. At least the weird tingling and the jabbing pains had subsided. She sighed deeply and breathed in essence of Luke. It seemed to surround them as Luke’s father carried her inside the house. Janaya fought a yawn. Perhaps she’d sleep after all. Hinekiri would stay safe in the house.

  * * * * *

  By the time Luke left the police station, it was pitch-black outside. Once he left the township of Sloan and headed down the country roads leading to his house, the nagging headache he’d had all day lightened. Not surprising. He challenged anyone to deal with the crap he’d put up with all day and stay headache free.

  Two battered vans were parked on the side of the road. Luke slowed and wound down his window. “You folks have a problem?”

  “No problems,” a longhaired man said. “Just stopped to have a snack for dinner and clear the head before we swap drivers.”

  Luke nodded. “Take care.”

  The strangers waved as he drove off.

  The house was dark when Luke drove up the uneven driveway. Although it was late, the fact struck him as strange. His father didn’t generally turn in this early. Ah, well. At least he could have a quiet beer to unwind. Luke parked and his groggy brain took in the fact that his father’s vehicle wasn’t there. His gut prickled and instincts shot to high alert. No way! His father would have rung if he intended to go off on his travels again especially since they had guests.

  Had he rung work? Hell, Luke didn’t know. He’d meant to grab his pile of messages before he left then promptly forgotten.

  Had Janaya and Hinekiri gone?

  The question fuelled a strange panic he didn’t want to analyze.

  Luke jumped from his vehicle and trotted up the path that led to the back door. It opened when he turned the handle but that wasn’t out of place. Sloan was generally a crime-free town with few problems. Luke bent to remove his boots then stepped inside and switched on the light. The first thing he noticed was the small square package on the table wrapped in purple paper with a darker purple bow. The attached name-tag indicated it was for Janaya. Beside it sat a plain white envelope. His name was on the outside, written in his father’s bold scrawl. The two things combined together made his gut jolt in renewed warning. The panic ratcheted up a notch. He reached for the envelope then tossed it aside.

  Beer first then something to eat before he faced whatever was in the letter. The bad news could wait a bit longer.

  Luke yanked open the fridge and pulled out a can. The can let out a hiss as he lifted the ring pull. Tipping back his head, he drank savoring the crisp taste of hops sliding down his parched throat. Someone had left a covered plate in the fridge, the remnants of dinner. Luke’s stomach rumbled as he yanked the foil cover off the plate. Well-hell. His father had obviously gone all out to impress the ladies with his cooking. A roast beef dinner with all the trimmings. Feeling decidedly better, Luke shoved the plate in the microwave, set the timer then picked up the letter from the table. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out two sheets of paper. The familiar scribble told him his father had written one and he assumed Hinekiri had written the other.

  Son,

  Hot dog! When were you going to tell me we housed a pair of aliens? Some of those weird purple creatures attacked us when we were trolling for parts in the junkyard today. Then Hinekiri had to let me in on the truth. The good news is that we managed to fix the spaceship this afternoon. Evidently the damage wasn’t as bad as Hinekiri let on to Janaya. Hinekiri’s worried about that girl and she seems to think you can help. I know you’re busy but do your best for her. After all, you seemed to be getting on okay this morning.

  Luke grunted, imagining his father’s sly smirk. Truth to tell, his father was probably relieved at the way he and Janaya were getting on. Luke knew part of the reason his father had gone on holiday was to get his son on track and interested in life again instead of trying to self-destruct. As much as he appreciated the help, he could do without a pair of matchmakers on his case. Especially since they had no concept of the trouble that sleeping with Janaya had caused. The woman had read his mind this morning and damn near killed them with that weird eye thing. He was wary about taking his vehicle in for repairs and had resorted to putting a stiff board over the hole to stop his stuff dropping out of the car. How the hell did he explain a hole in the backseat big enough that you could see the road out the other end? No, thank you very much but he’d choose his own bed partners without help. Luke went back to the letter.

  We took the ship for a test flight.

  “Which explains the two sightings over the wheat fields around five this afternoon,” Luke muttered in disgust.

  The ship handled well but Hinekiri wanted a longer test run. She said she’d come to Earth to do a little sightseeing and map the area for her chart collection. Evidently, she’d read about the migration of the wildebeest in the Serengeti National Park and wanted to see that. I thought, why the hell not? So, that’s where we’re headed. Not sure when we’ll be back. Hinekiri said she’s booked at a fancy lodge for a couple of weeks. It was all spur of the moment. Janaya hasn’t been feeling well, something to do with travel inoculations, Hinekiri said, so she’s staying with you. I’ll ring if I have time to let you know what we’re up to.

  Love Pop.

  The ping of the microwave jerked Luke from his thoughts—relief that Janaya was still here, trepidation at the thought of her reaction and a stirring of the old boy down south at the thought of a bit of playtime.

  He reached for the letter from Hinekiri.

  Hi Luke,

  No doubt, Richard has told you we’re off to deepest, darkest Africa. Can’t wait since I’ve wanted to visit for a long time. Unfortunately, Janaya won’t feel the same way. She’ll feel as though she’s failed in her job to protect me. She thinks the Torgon will get me and steal my charts if she’s not there to run interference. I don’t know where she got the idea I’m a helpless old lady.

  Luke grunted. “Helpless? Huh! She’s about as helpless as a platoon of soldiers.” He smothered a yawn of exhaustion. Almost time to hit the sheets. Tomorrow would probably be every bit as bad as today. Luke sighed at the thought and continued reading.

  But she’s stubborn and won’t change her mind once an idea is fixed. She wasn’t too well this afternoon so we left her sleeping while we drove out to the ship and made repairs. She was still sleeping when we came back for dinner and didn’t wake when we left.

  I’ve been on my own for some time and I’m still in one piece to tell the tale. Anyway, I’m leaving it up to you to put Janaya’s mind to rest. Give her a kiss from me. Welcome to the family, Luke.

  Love Hinekiri.

  P.S. I’ve left a package for Janaya—no for both of you really since I’m sure you’ll benefit from the contents.

  P.P.S. Killer decided she wanted to see Africa too so she’s on board ship with us.

  Welcome to the family. He stared at the words until they blurred. Welcome to the family. What the hell did that mean? Surely she wasn’t still going on about that mumbo-jumbo regarding bonding. Load of crock. Luke glanced up to see the package sitting on the table beside his beer. He picked it up and headed up the stairs, deciding he’d better check on Janaya if she wasn’t feeling well. He checked each bedroom he passed but didn’t find Janaya until he reached his own room.

  His heart clenched briefly. She looked so right lying in his bed with the moon shining through the open curtains highlighting her features. A frown creased his brow at the admission. His plan was to stay away from women.

  All women.

  Luke placed the purple package on the bedside cabinet.

  She stirred and the blue sheet that covered her slithered to the ground, landing in a puddle of cotton. Janaya didn’t wear a stitch of clothing.

  His breath hissed out. A gentleman wouldn’t stare but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the tempting sight. Luke decided he was no gentleman. His cock stirred with renewed energy as
his eyes lit on her breasts. He used to think he was an ass and legs man but he was becoming addicted to her tits—the shape, the feel and definitely the taste. Luke’s mouth watered as his gaze drifted over her curves and settled lower on her hairless mound. The urge to shuck his clothes and lie with her was an urgent pounding in his gut. He stepped closer.

  Janaya whimpered, shifting restlessly on the bed again. Another soft cry escaped as though she were dreaming.

  “Steady, sweetheart,” Luke murmured. His hands went to the buttons on his shirt and he’d undone four before he realized what he was doing. The experience of having Janaya read his mind this morning made him hesitate, his hands on the fifth button. This bloody bonding business. The idea of never sliding into her body again made him aware of the vacuum in his life. At the moment, he existed. But with Janaya last night, he’d soared.

  To hell with the consequences.

  Reading between the lines of Hinekiri’s message it was already too late.

  Luke slid the last button free then stepped out of his trousers. Another whimper from Janaya told him he was doing the right thing. She needed him too, even if she fought the idea.

  They needed each other.

  Naked, he stretched out beside her. Janaya nestled up against his chest trustingly as though they belonged. Luke smoothed his hand over her cheek and couldn’t resist dropping a kiss on slightly parted lips.

  His cock loved the closer contact and snuggled close to Janaya. Hell, he wanted to sink into her so bad he trembled. But if she wasn’t feeling well? Luke kissed her again and then pulled away intending to do the honorable thing and try to sleep.

  Janaya’s eyes flickered open. She gave him a sleepy smile that warmed him through and made his pulse race.

  “Hi,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

  “Great,” she whispered, reaching up to kiss him.

  Luke groaned under her ministrations. She isn’t feeling well. But he couldn’t help kissing her back. Tongues dueled in a slow thrust and parry. He drew her even closer so they were pressed chest to breast.

  “I love the way you taste,” she murmured. “Salty. Spicy. Addictive.” She punctuated each comment with a kiss that took him beyond rational thought.

  “Open for me,” he whispered, inserting his thigh between hers and exerting pressure until her legs splayed. Please, let her be ready for me, he prayed. He simply could not wait.

  His hand slid down, past her breasts, over her flat belly, enjoying the smooth slide over silky skin. As before, her nude mound and baby-soft skin fascinated him. Time to explore further later. Luke slid his hand lower, holding his breath. Not that kissing and cuddling a little first to aid arousal wouldn’t be pleasant but something inside urged him to claim her, to make her his. He couldn’t have put up a fight if he wanted. The need to mate with Janaya and to brand her pounded relentlessly through his mind and body. A compulsion.

  Luke made a light, passing move over her clit. She moaned at his touch. Damp, succulent warmth met his hand when he explored lower.

  “Now,” Janaya demanded, pushing against his hand. “I need your cock inside me now.”

  Eagerness burned in her too. Thank God, because he’d gone from zero to go so quickly he thought he might combust from the inside out.

  Luke moved over her, craving the satiation he knew would come. He thrust into her vagina, impaling her with the force of his drive home. Oh, man. That felt good. So good. He withdrew and Janaya moaned a protest. Her hands clutched insistently at his shoulders.

  “More,” she demanded.

  Luke was all for that. He rammed his cock into her. Once. Twice. His balls tightened. Pressure built but Luke fought his release.

  “Fuck me harder,” Janaya ordered. “Please. I need more.”

  Luke tried distraction with a slow, thorough kiss. For himself as much as Janaya. Despite the urgency that pounded through his blood, he wanted to make the sweet pain last. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth in time with his cock before his mouth slid away to nibble at the creamy skin of her neck. His fingers skimmed over her clit, wet and slippery with her juices.

  Janaya hummed her approval. He changed the angle of his thrust slightly and pounded into her with an unrelenting beat. A gush of liquid arousal smoothed his way. Then a jolt of pure sensation zapped from his shaft. Janaya tightened her cunt around him, as if she sensed how close he was to spilling his seed. He thrust again, squeezing his eyes shut to concentrate on the euphoria that pumped through his veins.

  Janaya gasped softly. He felt her pussy clench, grasping and massaging him. She gasped again and he lost it. Seed spurted from his cock in a pulsing stream. For long moments, his cock twitched and bucked inside her vagina. Luke’s heart thudded. Pleasure suffused him and when he finally settled into his body again, Luke found he clutched Janaya so tightly it was a wonder she could breathe.

  Luke slid his satiated cock from her and arranged her boneless body against his. He wondered if she was all right. Hell, he wasn’t even sure she’d come. He’d been too busy with his own out-of-body experience.

  “Thank you, Luke,” she whispered against his chest. It was almost as if she’d read his mind again. Luke pulled away slightly and frowned, not comfortable with the lack of privacy reading minds might entail. An experiment, he decided, since he had to know. Hinekiri and Dad have run off to the Serengeti.

  Luke waited for an explosion.

  But nothing happened.

  He settled his head back on the pillow and cuddled up to Janaya. This morning had been a fluke. That was a relief. He grinned a feel-good grin just because he could. Damn, he felt supremely excellent. Every tired, achy muscle felt rejuvenated and ready to go another round.

  Janaya stretched in a languid move like a cat. Her breasts flattened against his chest. His hands rubbed up and down her back, pressing her closer. Each delicate move of her body hiked his pulse until his breathing sounded like a steam engine.

  “Again?” she asked, arching her brows in a questioning move.

  “Yeah.”

  Janaya moved away from Luke and sat up. She peered at him through lazy, half-open eyes. “I think I’ll have a shower,” she said. A playful laugh escaped when she saw Luke’s disappointment. “I was definitely gonna invite you. I still need help getting everything to work properly.” A lie, of course, but she wanted to encourage him. It seemed to her that a shower for two would be much more fun. Her gaze flickered down his body to light on his penis. Then she looked up and saw he watched her. Janaya licked her lips and hid a grin when she heard him groan. The Earthman was so much fun to tease.

  Chapter Seven

  “I could manage a shower,” Luke said in a husky voice.

  “We’d better be quiet or we’ll wake my aunt and your father.”

  Luke clasped her hand and tugged her against his side as he led her down the passage to the bathroom. His palm was calloused from working with his hands. The contrasting texture sent a shudder through her just as it did when he touched her breasts or smoothed his hands down her flanks.

  Janaya thought briefly about her aunt’s assertions—that the more sex they had, the closer they cemented. She thrust the thought away, not liking the idea any more than when the subject had first been broached. She and Luke had talked about it. They had both agreed this was a short-term thing that would last until she left. With no regrets.

  Hand in hand, they turned into the bathroom together. Luke switched the light on and shut the door after them and bolted it. Good idea, she thought in approval. She didn’t want Hinekiri to walk in on them because it was so easy to picture that happening. That would be really embarrassing even if her aunt did approve. And she didn’t like the idea of any other female seeing Luke’s naked body. She stroked his broad chest, pinching one of the flat disc-like nipples as her hand cruised past. Her property, she thought with a trace of possessiveness she did her best to ignore.

  “Do you remember how to turn the shower on?” Luke teased as he nibbled down
her neck, lightly scraping at the tender skin below her ear.

  Janaya eased away from Luke, ready to take the challenge. “Of course, I remember,” she said loftily and she reached into the shower and twisted the tap. Instantly, cold water hit her mid-chest. She let out a surprised yelp while Luke had the audacity to laugh.

  After tugging her out of danger, Luke crowded her against the white vanity unit. He lifted her up without warning and sat her on top, her back to the mirror.

  “That’s cold,” Janaya said with a laugh. She tried to wriggle off the icy surface.

  “But not as cold as the water, I bet.” Luke stayed her with a kiss, his hands massaging her nipples to peaks. He bent over her and licked the droplets of water off her skin. “It comes from a spring and takes a while to run hot.”

  Steam started to billow from the shower creating a warm private haven. The mirror misted over and cold became a faint, discomforting memory.

  Luke drew one nipple in his mouth. He pulled on it hard and the corresponding tug of sensation rocketed straight to her clitoris. Janaya hummed her appreciation. She really liked it when he did that. Santana hadn’t liked to touch her anywhere except the joining place and from what she’d heard, the rest of the Dalcon males went about business in exactly the same way as Santana. Certainly gave a Dalcon female fodder for thought. She wondered if that was why Hinekiri had never mated and spent so many long months away from home. Somewhere, there was a business opportunity here for—

  Luke let her nipple pop out of his mouth and Janaya groaned in disappointment. They both looked down at the moistened tip of her breast. A small grin played on Luke’s lips.

  “Just making sure you had your mind on the job,” he said.

  “Believe me, you have my total concentration. And why wouldn’t you? You make me feel good. Very good,” Janaya purred. She leaned her weight back on her elbows, thrusting her breasts forward in a silent offering.

  “You know what?” Luke didn’t wait for her to answer. He stood back and reached into the shower. Seconds later, the water stopped.