Page 33 of Loved By the Alien King
“I want to spend all my time with you, Maxx. Every waking hour. Every minute I’m asleep.” I wrapped him up tighter, content to be in his arms forever, holding him, kissing him, loving him. “Because when you’re not with me, it hurts.”
“I feel the same way,” he sighed into my mouth. “You’re all I think about. Even when I’m with you, I miss you.”
We lost ourselves in each other’s kisses, but before I stripped him naked and played hide the alien sausage again, Maxx reined himself in with a reluctant growl as he straightened my dress for me.
“Just how late do you think we are?” he asked, flicking his scaled tongue over my upper lip.
“I don’t care.” But that wasn’t quite true. I was curious about this great surprise Pete had spoken about even though his last great surprise had nearly killed us. “But okay, let’s get back.”
Once everything was tucked and secured to cover up what we’d done, we headed back hand in hand.
The crewmembers looked downright hostile when we returned, but we weren’t the only ones missing. In fact, Judge, Porter, and Nacket were the only ones still on the stage.
“Not to self,” Pete was muttering as he leaned against the staircase bannister. “No more pre-orgy games like Truth or Dare because what I just saw can’t be unseen.”
“What did you see, Pete?” I asked, not even a little concerned that he’d seen us.
Because let’s be honest—Maxx and I gave very few fucks about when and where we stripped for each other. When the need arose, we couldn’t help it.
“Let’s just say that I will never look at black cardboard stars with the word Dare on them the same way again.”
I laughed, feeling much lighter than I had in a while. Funny how love and being on a reality TV show could make things so much better. I still missed my crew, my ship, and my Major, though honestly, the only thing I missed about Earth Space Fleet itself was the boots. My feet were killing me.
Speaking of feet, Oreo shrieked from about ten feet away when she saw my broken heels in my hands and then again when she saw my face. She converged on me at top speed, Smitha following right behind.
“What is wrong with your face? Your lipstick is everywhere but on your lips.” She took my hand and dragged me away, hauling me behind her.
I laughed again, imagining what I must look like post-blowjob. Super classy, no doubt.
“Sorry about the—”
But Smitha cut off my apology with a severe shake of her head and a five-alarm warning look before she took the broken heels from my hand and tossed them into the sea on our right.
Well, then. Never mind.
They both fixed me right up inside a pop-up tent along the beach, and when Oreo’s back was turned, Smitha replaced my shoes with a replica pair.
“Won’t she notice?” I whispered.
“She’s too pissed about your lipstick. If she saw your broken shoes, she’d go full bat.”
“Okay…what does that mean?”
“She’s a vampire bat.”
“Oh.” I clicked my tongue. “I did not know that.”
She pointed at my feet. “Those aremyshoes.”
“I’ll guard them with my life and my baseball bat. Don’t worry. Am I good to go?”
“Only if there’s no more canoodling!” Oreo shouted on her way out of the tent.
“Yeah, you’re good to go.” Chuckling, Smitha crossed her slender arms and leaned against a tent pole, her dark gaze trailing behind Oreo.
With both of them out of the way, I had a view of the TV perched against the far wall on top of a low stand. The ticker running on repeat below readYo, editor, what’s this shit have to do with the show?The scene showed Pete crawling through…
I sucked in a breath and shot to my feet.
