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His gaze shuttered with heat. “I’m dying to know.”
I pointed to him, tapping my finger in the air, and gave him the gushiest smile I could muster for full transparency.
“Same, Nera.” He laughed again, and this time I felt its power right between my legs.
That was Maxx for you. Filling up all my holes. Literally. Figuratively. Sometimes both at the same time.
Miekil cleared his throat loudly. “Can we please get back to stealing a stolen, murderous cart from the jungle so I can go back to uselessly calling out for a dead man?”
Oh, was that what he’d been doing? “Of course.”
We continued along—minus my singing, much to everyone’s disappointment, I’m sure.
Then Maxx stopped again, the light from his communicator bracelet cast upward toward a giant leaf. On it crawled the fluffiest, cutest red caterpillar I’d ever seen.
I squealed, as I did every time I saw something fuzzy and cute. Even Major, Lucy’s cat, who I’d been adamant about not adopting until I’d quickly caved. It had been love at first tail swish and then the resulting ignoring me for hours.
“Do you want to keep it?” Maxx asked.
“This is his home.” I shook my head, only a wobble really. Yeah, I wasn’t convinced either. “There could be any number of dangerous things here though. Like spaceship explosions that seem to have never happened.”
“And the terrified screams,” he added.
I grinned. “Don’t forget the random, definitely murderous shopping carts from planet Earth.”
“Okay, buddy, it’s unanimous. You’re being rehomed for your own safety.” With the gentlest care for someone of his size, Maxx inched the caterpillar from his leaf onto his finger, a sweet smile on his face.
My heart melted a little more for this alien king.
I found a similarly sized leaf on the ground that I hoped the caterpillar would find acceptable and handed it to Maxx. He transferred the cutey-pie onto the leaf and then laid it inside my shopping cart.
“Think there’s a two-for-one special, or no?” I asked.
“Probably shouldn’t push your luck while caterpillar shopping, but you never know,” he said with a wink.
I pulled him in for a kiss. I couldn’t help myself. I’d wanted to climb him like a stripper pole since this morning.
Apparently, I wasn’t alone in that thought process because his mouth devoured mine, and then demanded more.
I gasped into Maxx’s kisses as he wrapped me up even closer to him, his fingers kneading my ass. His thick cock pulsed against me, and his two kaxxui, his magical sexual serpents, strained and flicked toward my soaked center.
My body begged for every single part of him. I could practically see my desire for him sparking from my skin like mini fireworks, electrifying the air with the promise for more.
“I could take you right here,” he growled against my mouth.
I turned my head slightly so he could claim my neck with his tongue, and from this angle, the jungle gave way to the beach a short distance away. Closer to the shore, lights glowed, similar to those in the beach house’s backyard.
“We’re almost there,” I moaned as I arched into his expert touch. “A little farther.”
But then I found Miekil wasn’t here with us.
I pulled away in a panic. “Where’s Miekil?”
Maxx tilted my head farther back to nibble at my bottom lip, his purple eyes fevered with need. “He said, and I quote, ‘Okay, I’m done with you two,’ and left. He’ll keep lookout at the edge of the jungle.”
So it was just us. A grown-ass woman, her purple alien lover, her caterpillar pet, and her shopping cart.
Really, what more could a girl want?
