Page 16 of Warrior's Purpose

“Um, no,” she squeaked. “Just turn around,” she insisted, recalling how he said he could see in the dark.

Of course he can see in the dark, she cursed her luck while nervously biting her lips. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but she also knew she needed some work in that department. This evening just gets better and better, she bemoaned.

“Fine. You humans are funny with your issues about nudity. You are so bold in some ways, and timid in others,” he chuckled. “I will contact my main vessel while you take off those wet clothes.” Ash turned around and startled fiddling with the translator on his wrist.

The sound of his laugh was pleasant, but she was too embarrassed to truly appreciate it. She turned and begrudgingly started tugging off her soaked jeans. The damn things refused to cooperate, but she finally got them off along with her squishy tennis shoes.

“Son of a metcor.”.

“What’s wrong?” She glanced over her shoulder.

“I should be able to contact Aculus, but I’m not getting through,” he growled.

Ash sounded downright frightening when he was frustrated. She hoped to never be on his bad side. The man called himself a warrior and looked every bit the part.

Fucking government! Of all the stupid bullshit. What moronic suit thinks the best plan is to attack the people who clearly have tech that could kick our ass? They came to help, and we started a war.

That was too much to contemplate right now. She shook her head and shoved aside the abysmal thoughts. There was nothing she could do about it. The only thing she could hope is that the few humans Ash knew, like herself and Pro, were enough to convince his people humans weren’t all douche bags.

Abby pulled off her t-shirt, then looked down at her soaked bra and panties. These are staying on. She hung everything on a branch then screeched when the limb dropped out of the tree. The tail of the giant python instantly coiled around her legs and started squeezing. She tripped, stumbling to the ground.

Suddenly Ash was there, grappling with the overgrown snake. The python attempted to twist around his arm, but he captured its head. His other hand snared its tail, preventing the beast from gripping her legs tighter. She heard a crunch and felt the snake twitch then go still.

“Peanut, are you okay?” Ash unwound the dead python.

Abby nodded as she stared at the shadow of the thick beast. If she’d been alone it would’ve killed her. The massive snake was one of those aggressive species invading southern Florida. This one was probably responsible for several missing dogs, considering its sheer size.

“Peanut?” Ash asked again as he knelt in front of her.

“I’m fine,” she stammered, drawing her knees up to her chest.

Ash wrapped his incredibly warm arms around her and pulled her against his bare chest. He was so large it took nothing at all to envelop her. And the man radiated heat like a furnace. She shivered as the heat soaked in to chilled skin. There was so much adrenalin coursing through her, added to his sudden overwhelming warmth and she felt dizzy.

Hey, Abby, how was your summer break? Well, I met aliens, my father was abducted by our government, oh, and I ended up snuggling with a naked alien in the middle of a fucking swamp, she rambled at the insanity of it all.

She knew the intent was to warm up, but this was too disconcerting on top of everything else. Ash clutched her on his lap, her breasts pressed against his rock-hard chest, a leg tucked under each of his muscular arms, while his massive palms spanned her back. The most awkward part was how she was spread eagle atop his crotch.

Thank God, he is wearing something over his business. Although it wasn’t much more than a scrap of fabric from what she could tell, and there was a very impressive bulge beneath it.

For the life of her, she couldn’t find a safe place to put her hands or rest her cheek. His chest was a mass of muscles. It didn’t seem right to cup his peck, like they were handles. And she wasn’t about to tuck her hands beneath her breasts. That was perilously close to his junk.

The hang-up wasn’t that she found herself in a compromising situation with an alien. She would’ve been equally rattled doing this with any strange man. Especially one built like a demi-god.

Boy is he built like a god. It was shocking just how similar they were. Of course, we’re similar. Pro is pregnant. How do you think that happened?

She wanted to ask about that, but the subject of how her sister met and then did the beast with two backs with an alien seemed a little unwise given her current position.

“Try to go to sleep. I’ll watch over you,” Ash rumbled.

The idea of being squeezed to death in the night was disturbing, but it was Ash’s heroics as he rescued her from the python that now had her focus. The intense mental image mixed with the sensation of his massive hand rubbing her back in continuous circles, his yummy heat soaking in, made it hard to dispel the mounting fluttery sensation low in her belly. Sleep was the farthest thing from her mind.

“Um, Ash?” Abby resisted the urge to fidget while perched atop him.

“Yes, Peanut.”

She didn’t really know what she was going to ask, but now she had a different question.

“Why do you insist on calling me Peanut?”

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