Page 19 of Taken By The Alien Warrior Pirate

“I wanted to talk to you about something before we got dressed and went down there,” I admitted.

Carmela grinned. Her wide green eyes flashed with amusement. “Do you mind if I um…” she trailed off, pointing to my private en suite quarters, “use the bathroom first?”

I stood up and gestured for her to help herself. “Of course. Be my guest. What’s mine is yours.”

She was more than a guest. She was turning into my lover, and I embraced every glorious moment of it. Each time we were intimate, it solidified our bond even more, but it also made me crave her in a more intense way. I was really setting myself up for trouble with how much I was starting to care for her.

Carmela wrapped the sheets around her naked body and gave me a sheepish smile as she awkwardly sauntered toward the bathroom and closed the door behind her, behaving as if she were suddenly shy to show off her beautiful body that I’d already seen in all its magnificent flesh. She was a masterpiece, a true work of art.

I let her have her privacy and looked through the morning briefing on my tablet. Carmela emerged from the bathroom a couple of minutes later looking more refreshed and rosy-cheeked. She was also wearing her normal clothes, a black shirt, and black pants that hugged to her petite frame. Her hair was also a little tidier than when she first went in. She looked well put together and was naturally stunning.

“Okay,” she said and clapped her hands together with a bright smile. “I’m ready to take on the day. What’s the first thing on the agenda?”

I appreciated her enthusiasm. I sat down on the bed and patted the empty spot next to me.

“That’s what I was going to talk to you about,” I mentioned.

Carmela sat down beside me. Her thigh inadvertently brushed up against mine. She was so petite and wonderful. I got a little tingle in my cock, and my instant hard-on began to throb with desire.

It was too bad she wasn’t still naked. If shewere, then I would have most definitely tried to jump her bones again for a quick and passionate morning fuck. I hoped there would be more time for that later today, or even later this morning if I allowed myself to think ambitiously.

“I wanted to let you in on the plans I have for my squadron from this point forward,” I began.

“Of course.” Carmela stared at me with one-hundred percent invested interest.

I respected her devotion to the cause. It made me even more attracted to her. She calmed my agitated nerves without even trying.

I wished I could explain to her in words how much I cared for her in the brief amount of time that we’d been in a relationship — a relationship that was quickly moving from casual to more serious the more time we spent together.

"My squadron and I haven’t worked this hard for nothing,” I began.

“I don’t doubt it.” Carmela nodded agreeably.

I cupped my hand over hers. “That’s why it’s so important to retake our solar system piece by piece and give it back to our own Alesians. We have been rogueing out here in space for so long. They are getting stir crazy and desperate for action.”

“How are you going to put it all together?” Carmela’s eyes grew wide, not with doubt, but with curiosity on how I planned to accomplish the vigorous task.

“It’s not going to be easy,” I admitted. “The next planet in my freedom path is my native home world.”

“Alesis?”

“Yes.”

Carmela’s hand reached up and tenderly stroked my forearm. “I’m here for you, whatever it takes.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” I paused and glanced at my lap. “Right now, the planet is heavily secured by a robot army. They are guarding it with every ounce of programmed juice in their bodies.”

“That sounds dangerous,” Carmela admitted and knitted her eyebrows.

“It gets worse,” I explained. “They are being continuously watched by an Operator… I’m talking around the clock surveillance. That’s what makes it so difficult to get around them, let alone kill off the enormous fleet they have. It’s going to be an epic fight when it happens.”

I feared that many would die, but I kept that part to myself.

“Is the ratio of your armada to the robots not balanced?” Carmela’s eyebrows were still knitted with worry.

I hesitated before answering. In reality that was an understatement. “We can make the ambush happen.”

I tried to sound as confident as possible so that some of that anxiousness on Carmela’s face would disappear.

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