Page 40 of The Biker Alien

Teri rolls her eyes. “Once again, you don’t answer a question. From the start, the very start, I shared with you. Over-shared. You’re just one big huge mystery, one that’s going to get me killed. Do you honestly think I’m just going to stay here with you and pretend that everyone is fine and dory?”

“If you want me to answer your questions, go ahead and ask me questions. Anything and everything that you want to know, I’ll tell you. Just ask.”

She considers me for a long moment, and I can see the wheels turning in her head. I’m ready to answer any and every question that she has about me, about my club, about being a Koxian… all of it… but her question floors me.

And just about kills me.

“Do you mind if I shower first?”

I gape at her, and disappointment floods through me.

She doesn’t give a shit about me.

My fated mate hates me.

“Of course I don’t mind if you shower first,” I say. “Go ahead. Take up all of the hot water even. I don’t care.”

I don’t care about the water. I don’t care about a lot of things, but what I do care about is her. She’s all that matters to me, and the thought that she hates me, that she wants nothing to do with me… it hurts so much.

“After we both shower, we can try to figure out what to do,” she says.

“Or…” I say as I follow her to the bathroom, but while she heads inside, I linger by the doorway, my back to her, my gaze on the king-sized bed.

“Or what?” she asks, and I can hear the whisper of fabric on fabric. She’s undressing.

Shit. My cocks are going to grow hard if I don’t control my thoughts.

“Or we can talk while you soap up. While you wash.”

I hang my head. I’m dying. It legitimately feels like a part of me is dying. I’ve never felt this out of sorts before, but I feel like I’m losing a part of myself that I only just gained and that I now can’t imagine living without.

“We can talk now,” she agrees.

She turns on the water, and I wait until I can hear the shower curtain open and shut before risking a lance. The curtain is sheer, so I can see her, and fuck me is she beautiful.

“Are you worried I want a thinner woman?” I blurt out, thinking about the whole secrecy about her size. “You know I was very much into you, all of you. Your body is amazing.”

“I’m fat,” she says.

“I’m tall. Tatted—”

“Are you?” she asks.

“Hmm?”

“Is that just the way your alien skin is?”

I grin. “Finally. I thought you would never work up the courage to ask me about this.”

“When you weren’t even the one to tell me!”

“I don’t normally tell anyone… Actually, come to think of it, I haven’t told a single soul here on Earth what I am. If Joelo told you I’m a Koxian from Vukox, then he’s right.”

“And your name?”

“Alecor.”

“Alecor…”

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