Page 54 of My Alien Sunshine

“No.”

Nala savors my obvious disappointment before grinning devilishly. “We have time for several more rounds so we better use it to the fullest.”

Cheeky little minx. “You won’t hear me protesting,” I grin back at her.

“Obviously not, because I’ll be riding your face.”

Just the mental image of that has my cock hardening in record time. I pull Nala in for another kiss, then tell her, “I’m all yours, my perfection.”

Chapter 28

Nikolai

The datapad slips from my fingers, landing screen-first on the floor. “ Pizdec! (Fuck!)” I grumble to myself, reaching to pick it up. If this had happened back home on Earth, the screen would be cracked but, fortunately, these alien devices are made of stronger materials.

Rubbing my eyes, I stare at the screen. I think I’ve read this text two or three times already, but my brain simply refuses to retain anything. Perhaps Faelin is right. I really should get some rest but I can’t let go of this fear that if someone gets hurt, I won’t know how to treat them because I’ve been sleeping instead of studying.

Suppressing my yawn, I glance at the screen again. Quintran biology. That’s Omni, the blonde male with large wings. I haven’t talked to him much, but he seems friendly and easygoing. Most people on this ship are. They do their best to make me feel welcome.

The captain, Zarkan, has assured me repeatedly that I’ll always have a place here. That they aren’t going to kick me out for being useless. But how can I be sure they won’t change their minds? They’re all elite super soldiers and I’m…well, me.

I do have combat training but I detest violence. I studied medicine back on Earth but I might as well have not bothered, considering Earth is so far behind the rest of the universe in technology, medicine and even anatomy knowledge that I feel less knowledgeable than a freshman med student!

So far, I’ve come across dozens of different alien species and I’ve read manuals on technology that exceeds my wildest dreams. Every time I have to use one of the machines in the infirmary, even just to test it, I feel like a caveman trying to operate a nuclear power plant. Useless.

“Hey.” I jerk as D’Aakh enters the infirmary, nearly dropping the datapad again. “I need to check the wiring in here,” he says, pointing at the maintenance hatch on the wall. “Electricity and water circuits have been glitching all over the ship in the past few hours. I need to find the source before systems start failing.”

“Sure, check away.”

He goes on to do his tech magic while I make one last attempt to read the database entry about Quintrans. Once again, I’m interrupted by someone opening the door. “Hey, Nikolai, do you have a minute?”

“I have nothing but minutes,” I reply as I see a smiling Astra enter the room. I really like her and I’m glad she’s around. Not only was she the only other human on board the Supernova until Nala arrived, but she’s also a kind and cheerful soul.

“Could you check out this little chipmunk here? Faelin mentioned something about a tracker.”

Nala’s daughter joins her in the doorway, pouting. “I’m not little.” She takes in the room, visibly shrinking at the sight of me and D’Aakh, and inches closer to Astra.

I crouch down to her eye level. “Of course you’re not little. Aunt Astra has poor eyesight,” I tease. “I think she needs glasses.”

“What are glasses?” Ellen asks, intrigued.

Right, aliens don’t wear glasses. “Back on Earth, where your mom, Astra, and I are from, people wear glasses when they can’t see properly. Big, thick pieces of glass that make them look like fish.” My poor imitation of a fish draws out a giggle, her anxiety forgotten.

“But you’re not the same as Mama.” Ellen’s eyes narrow as she looks between Astra and me. “You look different.”

“Well, humans come in a variety of colors.”

“Red and green too?”

I nod with all seriousness I can muster up. “Absolutely. Red and green and blue and sparkly purple.”

Astra smacks the top of my head. “Stop messing with the kid, dummy.” She pats the bed and tells Ellen, “How about you hop up here and let Uncle Nikolai check you over?”

The girl climbs up on the bed but looks nervous again. After everything she’s been through, it’s a wonder she’s not running away screaming. “You’re a brave girl,” I praise, grabbing a small handheld scanner.

“Well, she’s named after Ellen Ripley, after all. The bravest woman in the universe,” Astra says.

“I am?”

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