Page 26 of Alien's Love Child

I laugh, a breathy sound that's barely audible over the pounding rain.

Before I can respond, he shifts his hips, pressing against me. A moan slips from my lips, low and needy. He chuckles, a sound that's rough and sexy and sends shivers down my spine.

"Still think this is crazy?" he asks, his voice a husky whisper.

I bite my lip, looking into his eyes. They're dark with desire, reflecting the distant lights like tiny galaxies. I can see the hunger in them, the need. It matches my own, a fire burning deep within me.

"Crazy or not," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it."

And then he's moving, his hips thrusting against mine, his length sliding against my core. I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair. He groans, a sound that vibrates through me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

"Davin," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding rain and throbbing music. But he hears me, his hands tightening on my hips, his mouth finding mine.

He kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping in, claiming me. I can taste the rain on his lips, the heat of him, the desire. It's intoxicating. I can feel every inch of him, every hard line and muscle. And god, he feels good. So good.

He breaks the kiss, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel incredible, Jesse."

And then he's moving faster. I gasp, my head falling back against the wall, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Jesse, I'm-!"

"Come with me!" I cry out, louder than I should have. But he does, and I quickly follow.

He continues holding me there against the wall, our ragged breaths mingling into a cloud between us.

Then, right when I relax, panic strikes me.

"Oh shit, Xander!"

CHAPTER 10

DAVIN

Stopping in the middle of a time sensitive manhunt to have sex in a wet, dark alleyway certainly isn't the smartest decision I've ever had. But I'm finding it hard to regret it.

I help Jesse put her soaking wet clothes back on while trying to figure out our next move.

We know Xander's captors are the Lightyear gang. We know they hire a mix of professionals and dumbass teenagers. We know at least one of them visited the nearby Lucky Hand casino.

"Small businesses," Jesse says, tugging her belt into place. Her hair's plastered to her face, but somehow she makes it work. "They're always the first targets for protection money."

"Smart thinking." My military training kicks in - gather intel, know your enemy. "Gangs like showing off their power to the little guys. Little guys probably willing to talk."

We weave through narrow streets, past neon signs reflecting off puddles. A bell chimes as we push open the door to "Madame Liu's Antiques & Curiosities." The shop smells of incense and old wood. Display cases filled with trinkets line the walls, and a elderly woman sits behind the counter, her wrinkled hands working on some kind of puzzle box.

"Welcome to-" She looks up, her smile fading. "We're closing soon."

Jesse steps forward, water dripping from her jacket. "Actually, we're hoping you could help us. We're looking for some information about the Lightyear gang."

The woman's hands still. "I don't know anything about-"

"The protection money they collect," I interrupt, noting how her fingers tighten around the puzzle box. "How often do they come?"

"I can't- They'll know if I talk."

Jesse leans on the counter, her voice soft. "They took someone. Someone we need to find."

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