Page 2 of All You Need is Alien Love
“This birthday bash is turning out to be much kinkier than I expected,” Iris Genaro, Kai’s grandma, cackles around a large mouthful of chocolate lava cake. “Ilikeit!”
My hubby-boo and his father inherited their sweet-tooth tendencies from this wild and wily woman, that’s for sure.
We’re celebrating Kai’s thirty-sixth birthday at a brand-new, all-you-can-eat dessert buffet, appropriately called Sinfully Sweet, that just opened downtown on The Strip.
Nothin’ spells lovin’ like feeding my man all the sugary and chocolatey goodness he could ever imagine.
I swear, the moment we entered this establishment and I took his blindfold off—cuz I’m all about the grand reveal—he started skipping from one buffet table to the next like Homer Simpson in the “Land of Chocolate” episode.
Only much sexier, of course.
Who’s a better partner than me? Nobody, that’s for fuckin’ sure!
Naturally, I’ve been helping him out by piling desserts onto little plates, lining them up in front of us, and then feeding him by hand.
Because I can.
And because he fucking loves it, no matter what feeble protests he might offer to the contrary.
I know how much of an aphrodisiac dessert can be for Kai. But we’re behaving for now—we are in public, after all. We’ll satisfy our other needs when we go home, and I haveplansfor my man once we get there. Ah, that’s what true love is all about—being comfortable enough to be weirdly kinky with your partner in ways you never would have imagined.
The supreme diva Cher would probably agree with me.
I select a chocolate-covered strawberry and hold it up to Kai’s eager lips. The simmering lust in those stunning eyes of his assures me that all my orgasmic wishes will be fulfilled when we get home.
Bow-chicka-wow-wow.
When I glance down the table, I’m not surprised to catch Ellie feeding Maddox big forkfuls of a slice of turtle cheesecake covered in gooey caramel, chocolate, and nuts. He looks just as blissed out as his son.
Ellie and I know how to keep our men satisfied.
I give her a covert thumbs-up and she returns it with a wink.
“I have a feeling I know who’s going to keep this new buffet in business,” Roxy says from where she’s seated across from us and basically planted right in Lu-Ren’s lap.
My former backup-bodyguard-turned-new- Team-ANAL-member wraps a possessive tan arm around Roxy. “The only dessert I’m interested in is you, sexy lady, when we head back to my place.”
Roxy practically dissolves into a puddle of glittery-eyed goo in Lu-Ren’s arms.
They haven’t been together long, but I have a good feeling about them. I’ve never seen Roxy this happy, and I think Lu-Ren’s pretty perfect for her. The multi-gendered alien—the universe is so freaking cool—treats Roxy like the queen she is and appreciates her for the fabulous, capable, and super talented woman she is. Seeing them together and all lovey-dovey fills me with all the warm fuzzies.
On my other side, Mal makes a pained noise and runs his hand over his face. “Your place? Don’t you meanmyplace? Gah! You two better not be getting your bodily fluids all over my precious, and might I add,expensivefurniture.”
Roxy gives him a wicked grin. “Too late.”
I snort and send her an air high five.
Lu-Ren’s been staying at Mal’s house ever since they arrived to help keep me safe from my former—and now very dead—would-be assassin, Shilgar the Deadly.
Things were tense and I came a little too close to death that time for comfort. I owe my life to my badass mom, who basically came back from the grave, so to speak, and lopped off old Shilgar’s head.
Anyway, while Lu-Ren’s crashing at Mal’s house, Kai’s brother’s been living with my Uncle Benji and helping him out.
It gives me peace of mind because Benji kind of needs a keeper, and I already hung up my hat in that role after I flew the coop and created my own love nest with Kai. It also doesn’t hurt that Mal looks at Benji the way Kai drool-stares at a box of donuts.
Benji, who’s sitting on Mal’s other side, reaches out and pats Mal on the hand, making Kai’s brother do a good imitation of Roxy’s earlier goo-puddle transformation. “It’s gonna be okay, man. Bodily fluids are natural, after all. Besides, you can always have somebody steam-clean your furniture if you need to.”
Mal whimpers. “But my designer furniture…”
