Page 55 of The Alien's Little Sister

I kiss her nose. “You don’t need it.”

Her smile grows wider, her eyes even warmer. “Thank you for this too. I have a strong urge to have my way with you.”

I drag her wrists between us, and suck in a breath when her hands make the most of their new location. I push her back until she’s pressed up against the bathroom wall, pinning her wrists above her head, giving her a little grind before releasing her. Before I do though… there’s one more thing. “Inara?”

“Yes, Matt?” Her eyes are direct on mine.

“Have you been feeding my fish?”

She blinks rapidly. “Ah,” she says on an exhale. “No.”

I squint at her. “Are you eating it?”

She winces. “Yes.”

I slide my grip down her arms until I’m cupping her shoulders. I’m bemused as I ask, “Why are you eating fish food, baby?”

“It’s delicious,” she admits.

“Huh. Okay.” I let it go at that with a shrug. Because what the hell else can I say? I take a deep breath, but let out a groan and force myself to step back from her. “Good Lord, your perfume is making me insane. We better go.”

She bites her lip—and she knows she can’t bite her lip, or we’ll be showing up late to this picnic—and grins slowly, her eyes changing. “You are driven mad by my scent?”

I give her a slow once-over, then glance down at my dick, which has swelled to the point that everybody is going to know I tuck left. “Oh yeah.”

She notices. Her gaze locks on my bulging crotch, not helping the situation. She licks her lips and spares my face the barest glance. I could feel objectified if I wasn’t already so hard. “Could we please mate? My hormones are insisting that you breed me at your earliest convenience.”

Growling at her, I start unbuttoning my fly. “I should have known this was coming. Did you know your eyes turn dark as plums when you get turned on? We’re going to end up being late, woman!”

“We’ll be fast,” she promises, sinking down to my knees to help me get my cock out.

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The food is good, and the entertainment is great. Inara is straight up crazy for music of all kinds. We listen to Jason play most prominently on Prokofiev's Fifth Symphony and Wagner'sRide of the Valkyriesand cheer loudly enough to make him blush—because Inara doesn’t do anything half-assed and she loves to cheer people on—when the group finishes their set.

Inara asks Jason if he’d be willing to show her how to play a tuba, and he wastes no time in dragging a foldout chair to her, wiping out his mouthpiece, and giving her a crash course on how to buzz her lips and move the buttons—which he calls the vowels—of a big ass tuba.

She’s thrilled, having an absolute blast. Her tail is sticking out of the back of the chair, and it’s found its way to my leg. Both of my socks have been shoved low because her tail likes to keep direct contact with my skin. Right now it wraps around my right ankle and shimmies until my sock is puddling into my shoe, and then her tail basically feels up my ankle and shin and calf. It’s weird, but so what? It feels kinda nice. Connected.

People are watching, amazed at Inara’s appearance. She’s wearing a shirt that says“I escaped from Escape Worlds HQ’s Alien Room!”on the front and back—and so far, with her wearing these shirts all around Chicago, no one has freaked out saying she’s a real alien. Her excessive glitter really does give her skin the appearance of being slightly faked.

I’m ignoring the onlookers and grinning at her, standing off to the side of her and filming her tuba lesson with my cellphone. Part of me whispersgood thing you’re doing this, because you’re going to be one sorry bastard when she’s gone. These little videos will be all you have left of her.

The rest of me tells that dark part to shut the eff up. Because yeah, I know I’m going to be a wreck when she leaves…

Unless I go with her when she goes.

“Matthew?” Inara calls, breathing not quite erratic, but strained on account of her new exercise.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Jason asked if you’d like to try.”

She’s grinning up at me, so damn happy. I record her for a second longer, then cut it off and slip my phone back into my pocket. I nod to Jason. “Sure. Thanks. Show me what to do…”

CHAPTER 23

Two months later…

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