Page 43 of So I Married an Alien
“You thought I wouldn’t check in on you?”Zono gives a grudging laugh.“You were wrong, friend.We all talk about you, you know.How you escaped the Hole.”He clucks as he studies me.“Shiny new clean clothes, I see.The new ‘wife’ must be caring for you well.”
He makes it sound as if I am a kept pet, like one of those four-leggeddogs.
“She did buy these, yes.”I keep the indignation out of my voice.“She is a kind and responsible woman.”
Zono cocks a brow.“Ooh.So you like her?I didn’t think that was part of your plan.”
It pains me when he utters these words, this reminder of how I came into this marriage.I did not yet know Amara, and now that I do, I’m certain it would hurt her to learn this.
“Plans change,” I mutter.
“I like to hear this.”Zono wears a sincere smile.“I’m glad that you are finding happiness there.”
I suppose I am, one day at a time.Especially after last night, knowing that more nights like that lie ahead of me buoys me.
“I would do anything, as you did, to have clothes like yours and some fresh food to eat.You’ve already gained weight.”
I suppose I have, and it’s not unwelcome.I have been doing some exercises to stay healthy, and now I have the nutrition to fuel my body.
“Amara will be home soon,” I say, because it makes me too guilty to continue this conversation.“I ought to go.”
Disappointment crosses his face.“All right.Perhaps one of her friends might apply to the Program.”
I don’t dissuade him from his belief, and then we end the call.
Even after I’ve put the communicator away, though, guilt gnaws at me.Speaking to Zono today made me realize just how callous I was with Amara’s feelings coming into this, and that wasn’t right, not with such a tender person as she is.
I’m overwhelmed with relief when she finally returns home, singing, “It’s Friday!It’s Friday!”as she swoops in the door.I catch her, and Amara wraps her arms lovingly around my neck, kissing me on each cheek.
“Good to see you, handsome,” she says in a sultry tone.“Shall we go out tonight?My coworker Kendall invited us.”
Another evening dancing and drinking and spending time with Amara?I would never say no.
“I look forward to meeting her.”I head into the bedroom to change.“What color should I wear?”
Amara’s eyes light up.“Oh my god, can we match?That would be so cute.”
“If you would like.”
“Oh, I wouldlike.”She giggles as she follows me through the doorway.I can’t help grabbing her again, imagining throwing her down on that bed and kissing her thoroughly.
“We don’t have to be there until eight,” Amara says, her eyes following mine.“Want to take off my work clothes before we put the nice ones on?”
“Absolutely.”I’m already peeling off my shirt.“I want to try theseother waysyou spoke of.”
ChapterSeventeen
Amara
My next sexylesson with Roth’kar is about doggie style.He warms me up in missionary, then I flip over and spread my legs for him.When I glance over my shoulder, his mouth is hanging open, almost comically.Then he swallows and approaches, his culans snapping closed as he readies himself.
He feels even more incredible at this angle, in this position.I might just combust.Roth’kar really gets into it, growling my name and reaching around me with his many arms to tweak my nipples, stroke my clit, touch me everywhere.
I come so hard I see stars.
When we’re finished, he pulls me into his arms.
“I liked that position,” he says.“Thisdoggie style.Despite the name.”
