Page 45 of My Alien Bughead
“I’ll manage.”
Mimicking Zarkan’s furious glare, I bark, “Is that how you follow orders, soldier?”
Mouth parted slightly, D’Aakh stares at me. At first, I worry he’s having a heart attack but then I notice the tips of his antennae turning red. Like when we’d had sex. The bastard’s aroused by me ordering him around. That’s going to be fun.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Put your hands on me,” I add. His mouth opens a little wider as he inhales sharply. “I mean your arm. Around my shoulders,” I explain, feigning an innocent smile.
“Right. Of course,” D’Aakh grunts, clearing his throat. As he puts his arm around my shoulders, he discreetly tugs at the fabric of his pants, adjusting himself. I barely smother the giggle that’s dying to come out.
Glimpsing a group of kitchen personnel learning to use a rifle catches my eye and any sense of amusement dies.
By the time we reach the workshop, D’Aakh’s breathing is labored and he’s trembling so hard I’m worried he’s going to collapse any second. I help him to get seated before rushing off to bring back some water. “Are you okay?” I ask as D’Aakh sips shakily from the bottle. “You really should have stayed in the infirmary. You look like shit.”
“Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?” he retorts with a weak smile. “I just need to sit down for a bit. Thank you, by the way.”
“For that thing with Zarkan?” I wave my hand dismissively. “That’s nothing. I wasn’t even lying. I do need your help.”
D’Aakh wipes sweat off his forehead. “I meant for saving my life.”
“Oh. That. Anyone would have done the same. Besides, it was the Serramorphs who dragged your sorry ass all the way back to the ship. I never could have done it on my own. You’re kind of heavy, you know?”
“I’d argue that you’re not the lightest girl yourself but then you’d punch me and I’m not sure I’d survive it,” he grins. “Besides, I’m all muscle.” He flexes his arm, his impressive biceps stretching the fabric of his uniform.
I nearly salivate at the sight of his muscles and the memory of how easily he handled my body. My pussy awakens, demanding attention. “All muscle,” I agree absently. “We should have sex again.” The words are out before my brain can process them.
D’Aakh gawks at me. “Really?”
“What? No! I meant work. We should get to work,” I correct myself, my skin probably glowing red from head to toe. Dammit. I need to start thinking before I speak. “Let me show you what I’ve been working on.”
D’Aakh is eyeing me with what looks like deep sexual hunger. Or maybe he’s having a stroke. God, I could use a stroke. On my clit.
No! I quickly imagine my Nana chastising me for coming home late. Anything to get out of this incredibly awkward situation.
Why the hell did I mention sex? Now, of all times? We’re about to fight for our lives and D’Aakh has literally just come back from the brink of death just hours ago. Sex right now would probably kill him. Still, being a male he’d make some stupid joke about it being a great way to die.
Argh! He doesn’t even have to speak, and I already want to smack him again.
“Alright, let’s get to work,” D’Aakh says, shifting in the chair in an attempt to hide his erection.Unfortunately, it only draws my attention to it more and now I'm remembering how amazing his cock felt inside me. “Just for the record,” he adds, “if you did want to have sex, I’m all in. I’ll probably die from the exertion but it’d be worth it.”
Gritting my teeth I think, yep, I’m definitely beating this idiot to death before the day is over.
Chapter 27
D’Aakh
Lucía just announced shewants to have sex with me. Miraculously, she doesn’t even seem to hate me. Or maybe she’s just good at hiding it because she likes my cock too much. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t do wonders for my ego. That inherent male pride that was recently reduced to ashes by the dumpster fire my life had become. Being tied to a bed, spoonfed like a baby and treated like an insidious junkie doesn’t exactly leave one feeling good about themselves.
But Lucía is here and she has that I-want-to-kiss-you-but-I-also-want-to-punch-you look she always had before beingconfronted with my life failures. I should probably be focused more on what she’s saying right now but her earlier statement that we should have sex still rings in my ears. Or maybe it’s the bone-deep exhaustion and pounding headache stopping me from listening. Hard to tell.
“D’Aakh! Are you even listening to me?”
I’m not. “I am. You were trying to use ore to create explosives. Did you actually search GalNet for ‘how to build a bomb’?”
“I did. And I was doing okay. I just can’t figure out how to put it all together.”
Examining the items laid out on the workbench, I’d shake my head but it would cause another bout of vertigo. “This isn’t going to work. This type of grenade can’t utilize the crylonite you have here.”
With a murderous glare, Lucía grabs the nearest component and tosses it across the room. “Fan-fucking-tastic! Fucking perfect. So I’ve wasted a whole day on something we can’t even use. Fuck!”
