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  I don’t even realize Payak’s left me until I see him on the dance floor in front of them. How does he seem to know exactly what to do? I’m still considering how to handle this situation. Despite thinking about meeting a woman while I was here, I haven’t considered how to greet or talk to them.

  I’m amazed watching him go over to the group and begin talking to them. There’s a minor shuffle during which I could swear the beautiful friend looks for me. But I’m already moving around through the dance floor throng, trying to get a better view.

  Losing sight of the group, I circle closer to the area and see Payak and Teresa dancing. He’s holding her in his arms, moving much slower now that the music’s tempo has gentled around us.

  That’s what I want to do. Just to touch a female form—besides Lana—would be a dream come true. To hold the red dress friend, moving with the music the way Payak is now. Well, I can’t ask her like this. Phasing fully back into the room, I continue circling the dance floor, looking for her throughout the large bar.

  The two men Teresa and her friend were with are now sitting at a table, talking and drinking, but the light-haired friend isn’t with them. Where could she have gone so quickly?

  “Hey, baby.” A woman with strange red hair begins gyrating against my side while her friends watch curiously behind her. As they all giggle, I catch sight of the hair color I’ve been searching for.

  No wonder. She’s in a small hall in the corner of the building, almost behind the bar. Brushing off the annoying woman, I head toward her, wondering where she’s going. Her eyes latch onto mine, and a small smile graces her lips right before she turns and walks into another room.

  This is my chance! I rush forward, catching the door before it closes totally behind her. As I step inside, the door swings shut behind me. It isn’t until she spins around that I realize my mistake. There’s nowhere for her to go. This room is a dead end into a toilet facility!

  “I’m … I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you … I just wanted to introduce myself … since you know Teresa … and I know Payak.” I’m already rattled just by being in her presence. Adding to that fact, I’ve stalked her into what’s clearly, as Earthlings say, a “washroom.” Now she appears frightened, and I feel horrible.

  The tiny female’s face flushes almost as red as her dress as she sputters out, “In the bathroom?”

  I agree. I’ve really messed this up. This is the worst possible scenario, but the simple fact that she’s still speaking with me … and I’m here … talking to her gives me hope.

  “I’m Desin.” Watching her carefully, I wait to see if she’ll forgive me for my terrible blunder. It never crossed my mind to consider this could be a toilet facility. I missed all the signs in my rush to reach her.

  My hand droops as an overwhelming sense of failure crashes over me. Could I have fucked this up any worse? Right at this moment, I don’t think so.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  - Desin

  When the small female peels away from the wall laughing, a cascade of static electricity lights up the air surrounding us. I’m so enthralled with the crackle of awareness shooting around us that I almost miss her quiet introduction. “I’m Jade.”

  Her hand slides into mine, and I capture it, awed as a zing of recognition shoots up my arm, spreading warmth through my body. She pulls away at the same time I tug her to me. I drop back to brace myself against the door and capture her other hand in mine.

  Falling forward into me, Jade ends up pressed against my torso with our linked hands between us. My upper arms are pressed against the soft round globes of her breasts in her red dress, pressing them up. I can see her light areolas peeking out at me. My cock’s hard instantly, although it’s squeezed impossibly tight in the pants Lana picked out for me.

  As I gaze down at the enchanting woman in front of me, I swallow hard, taking in the full effect she’s having on my body. This woman is so perfect.

  Jade’s light hair looks as if she’s attempted to put it into some semblance of a style but gave up. Wispy curls frame her face, highlighting her eyes as her lids flutter open to look up at me. The deep blue is almost purple, sparkling in the harsh overhead lighting. Her eye makeup is a stark contrast to her light skin and hair, but the colors shimmer as she blinks rapidly, her breath accelerating and fluttering over our joined hands.

  Bright lipstick covers her full, pouty lips, and I watch her tongue flick out over her bottom lip while her weight shifts against me. When she scrunches her nose, I see some light dots on her skin, and she’s … more adorable the longer I stare. She’s lovely … and irresistible.

  “Jade,” I whisper as I lean in, inhaling the mixture of an artificial floral scent along with her own natural fragrance. The air around us seems to shimmer, and I know I’m so excited that I’m having trouble staying here in my dimension. Once you hit puberty and begin training to phase, it can sometimes become questionable. But I know I can’t phase if I’m holding her. I could hurt her!

  Pressing my lips to hers, I ground myself in the present. I don’t mean to be aggressive, but she pulls her hands from my grasp, surprising me with her strength. Clinging to my face, she runs her tongue over my lips as I groan deep in my throat, immediately reciprocating. I tense all over. Everything in my body is on high alert, shaking from the intensity of her touch.

  My erection is hard as a rock as she slides her hands through my hair, scratching my scalp before dipping her fingers to the back of my head to cup me closer. Her scantily-clad body rubs against my groin as my hands draw her closer. My body is working automatically as my own fingers travel down the curve of her spine to her butt cheeks.

  Kneading the firm mounds of her ass, I cup her in one hand and pull her thigh up in the other before studying her face desperately. Her eyes are closed, lips slightly parted as her head rolls back, lax and pliant. I want to pull her up and wrap both her legs around me, but I’m afraid I should stop.

  Kissing her plush lips lightly, I skim my nose down her jaw, pressing gentle kisses as I work my way to her ear. “You feel this,” I state, assuring myself that I’m not being overzealous.

  I’m consumed with her scent and the smooth feeling of her thigh as my hand skims up and down. Her hair floats in front of my eyes like rays of sunshine as she draws her head back to look at me through slitted lids. “Yes.”

  Jade’s voice is barely audible over the sounds outside the washroom. I can still hear the music through the flimsy door behind me, but I can’t resist dropping my hand on her butt cheek lower. As I suspected, the hem of her red dress ends right there from the tight material being pulled up by her other leg.

  Capturing her lips again, I sink my tongue back into her mouth, savoring the connection as we kiss. She tastes like alcohol and something else I don’t recognize as my hand migrates lower, curving in with her smooth skin to skim along her very damp cleft. All rational thought flies away as my fingers skim the tiny covering at her crotch.

  We both moan as I begin to circle my fingers in tandem with my own rocking motion. My hand on her thigh moves to her ass, clutching her to me as the passion begins to make my body burn at a fever pitch. I’ve never felt anything like the lust coursing through me.

  Any sexual experiences before pale in comparison to the downright need I feel. My balls have tightened to the point of pain as I realize my fingers are covered in her wet excitement. She wants me as much as I need her.

  When I attempt to tug her panties to the side, she begins to squirm, pulling away. Instead of releasing her, I press my palm against her cleft, freezing in place until she settles. I begin circling slowly with my entire hand while she relaxes. Releasing her firm back side, I wait to see if she continues to pull away. Instead, she melts against me sweetly. I moan around her tongue, completely taken with the way she responds.

  I understand, we’ve just met. She doesn’t want me to remove her undergarments, and she’s much stronger than me. Being alone with her here, in this tiny washroom, makes m
e want to strip myself down just to see if she’ll accept me. At this point, I’d do anything to get her hands on my bare skin.

  Right now, all she’s touching is my head and face, and it’s all I can do not to explode in my pants. On second thought, my garments feel so tight, I’m not even sure that’s possible at this point. I’ve managed to adjust myself a bit as my cock’s become engorged, but that just means I need to worry about him showing out over the waistband of my pants.

  Jade’s kissing me so fiercely for such a small woman. My hand moves quicker between her legs, rubbing against the hard nub that has her twitching and whimpering against me. All of a sudden she freezes, breaking apart from my tingling mouth. We’re both panting as she throws back her head, releasing my face to clutch at her chest, and I feel a rush of wetness against my palm.

  So, this is true lust. This feeling must be similar to enrapture, the lust that overcomes us during primal mating. As her fluids coat my fingers, my mouth waters and my lips and gums tingle. Watching her face, she’s beautiful as she shivers in my arms, calling my name quietly before she freezes in my grasp again.

  Looking up slowly, she flushes even redder before I lean down until our faces are as close as they can be without kissing. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

  She is, too. Easily. I’ve been to hundreds of planets over my lifetime of serving as a Guardian, but never before have I seen a species so similar to us or so arousing.

  CHAPTER SIX

  - Jade

  Making out with a stranger in the bathroom at The Pit is easily the craziest thing I’ve ever done. For the most part, kissing has never been my thing. Too much spit combined with a stranger’s tongue being shoved down my throat—it doesn’t do it for me. Just … gross.

  But from the time Desin touches me, it’s as if my body is a magnet and he’s sucking me in. I can’t disengage—and I don’t want to. I can’t think. All I can do is feel as his large hands and big body lull me into his orbit and quickly into a frenzy.

  Instead of feeling awkward after we introduce ourselves to each other in the tiny bathroom, it’s as though everything around us drops away. Time stands still as I literally crash into his body, and the strange, pulsing force between us wraps around me tighter and tighter. The only time I have a brief hesitation while we make out is when I feel his extremely skilled fingers begin to fumble at the side of my panties.

  Instinctively, I know where that’s going, and my body works on autopilot to foil him. It’s built in since I’ve been dealing with octopus hands since I was a teen. I haven’t remained a virgin until my age without running across a lot of predators.

  But that’s not the vibe I’m getting from Desin as he kisses me. He seems as startled and surprised as I am with how things are developing between us. Even though it’s clear he knows what he’s doing, he isn’t pushy.

  In fact, I think I might be the aggressor as I feel an orgasm building. Not slowly, either. Almost within a minute, I feel the telltale tightening. Before I can even consider stopping this madness, it’s gone too far, and I’m throwing back my head in ecstasy as the most intense climax washes over me.

  As I come back to my senses and begin turning red with embarrassment, I open my eyes to find him staring at me with a very satisfied look on his face. I can tell I’m flushing an even deeper red as he leans in close, trapping me in his arms that are practically holding me up. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

  His minty breath floats over my face, and the timber of his voice causes a clenching aftershock in my pussy. How does he do that? I mean … I’ve dated a lot. I’m social and like having fun out with other people. I think eventually I’ll find someone who I don’t want to live without. And even though I haven’t been with anyone who I’ve actually consummated the relationship with, I’ve definitely fooled around.

  I can tell from the bar of steel pressed against my stomach that he’s still hard, so kudos to him for not whipping it out and expecting me to reciprocate. Anyways, from what I can feel, he’d be way too big for me—but wow! I wouldn’t mind getting a look at it and touching him.

  When he lowers me to my feet firmly, holding me until I regain my balance, I’m shocked. Never—and I mean never—has anyone put my gratification above theirs. I’ve been in similar situations—never one where I came, mind you—where I’m alone with someone and they’re hard, and they always expect me to get them off. Somehow. Usually with my mouth.

  I must admit, I’m not a fan. I’ve given head twice and both times made me gag. Desin continues to adjust the thin straps on my red halter dress before pulling down my hem, shocking me with the intimate way he smiles as he watches his fingers smooth the fabric slowly over my body. Taking his time, his eyes and hands run over me from head to toe.

  Not only is it endearing … it’s making me horny again. What’s going on with this man? Yes, he captured my attention the second I saw him, but this is getting ridiculous. Everywhere he touches tingles, causing goosebumps to form on my skin.

  I’m sure my mouth is hanging open as he states, “We should go back out and rejoin our friends.” Even the sound of his voice makes me whimper, aroused and ready to roll—again.

  Shaking myself slightly, I look around the worn bathroom, appalled that I allowed this to happen. Fuck me. Placing my hands on my cheeks, I slap myself lightly, trying to focus. Damn!

  We’re in a public restroom. Right. Spotting the sink, I step over and turn on the faucet. I watch in the mirror as Desin steps behind me, dropping his hands to my shoulders. The same incredible vibrations shoot through me as before, and we lock eyes. His are knowing as he smiles slightly.

  I need to get away from him. Even now, with him just standing behind me, I want to turn around and feel his hard length against my clit. It’s as if the orgasm I just had is making me hornier, which I can’t say is normal for me. Most of my orgasms—okay, maybe all my orgasms—have been alone and usually lead to me conking out immediately.

  This didn’t make me tired, though. I just feel … excited. Ready to roll. Weird.

  “I should get back out to Teresa.” I think about how worked up she was when she came back from meeting with Payak for the first time. Looking into Desin’s startling, light blue eyes, I understand. Once I lock eyes with him, it’s hard to look away.

  Ignoring me, his hands travel up to my hair, pulling the strands away from my neck, before he begins to lightly kiss along the column of my throat. After a moment, I realize I’ve left the water running. What the fuck?

  Standing up straighter, I bump against him, moaning as I physically have to pull myself out of his grasp. I bolt to the door, capturing the door knob to release the lock and escape. It takes everything in me to leave his arms, and I know that my nipples are probably totally hard and prominent in my skin tight red dress. It’s perfect for a night out. I just don’t know if it’s the best one for running into a hot man like Desin.

  Not looking back, I flee to the bar, thankful to see Teresa sitting there with Payak. They seem to be getting along, so at least I don’t have to rescue her from the dance floor. If he’s anything like Desin, she probably doesn’t want to be rescued.

  Teresa jumps slightly as I grab her arm, and she turns her attention to me. Smiling brightly, I gesture for her to sit back a bit so I can reach across her to offer my hand to Payak. “I’m Jade. And you are?”

  Payak’s hands are as large as Desin’s, swallowing my palm with his humongous mitt. But I feel no chemistry with him as we shake briefly. No spark. No vibration. Nothing. However, I can already sense Desin coming up behind me, my back tingling with awareness.

  As he releases me, Payak politely gestures to my right where Desin leans across the bar, his eyes never leaving my face. “Desin, this is Teresa. I’m not sure if you had a chance to meet her the other day?”

  “No. I didn’t have the honor.” Desin holds out a hand to Teresa, his eyes only going to her at the last second as if saying to m
e, “I only have eyes for you.” Could I be reading into this? Maybe. But already my breathing has picked up, and he’s rubbing against my side as he shakes with Teresa.

  Keeping my eyes on my friend despite the looming attraction next to me, I nod when Teresa scrunches up her brows and asks, “What’s your accent? Where are you guys from?”

  Turning to Desin, I see his mouth is slightly open as he looks to Payak. Ah. Subtle, but confirmation nonetheless. Payak’s his superior. Interesting.

  “Yes.” Nudging Desin with my hip, I cock my head and wait for an answer from either one. “Where are you guys from?”

  Desin’s focus shifts to me, and he’s about to answer when Payak cuts him off, announcing vaguely, “Up north.”

  Desin’s staring at me but laughs when Payak answers as if it’s a humongous secret. That game is so old, though. Do you know how many men I’ve dated around here who act like their boring government assignments are top secret and some big ass deal? A lot.

  Cocking his head to the side, Desin moves closer, wrapping his arm around me as he slides in front of my face. “Technically …” his bright white teeth flash, “… it’s classified. We have clearance to be here, but you wouldn’t believe the—”

  “We should go.” Payak cuts in right as I’m about to call bullshit. Fuck, I’m so sick of that line. “Six o-clock here tomorrow?”

  What?

  Teresa agreed to go out with him? I wonder how he talked her into that. Interesting …

  I’ve teased her relentlessly and told her she should be taking advantage of him while he’s here. She needs a rebound relationship, and since these guys are clearly not being honest about where they’re from and most likely aren’t about when they’ll leave, she might as well. Teresa gets too wrapped up when she meets someone. She needs to treat her dates more like interviews … not engagements.

  I wouldn’t mind going out with Desin, but I’m afraid I’m too attracted to him. Men like that … they know they can get in your pants, and since he can’t even be honest about where he’s from, that’s not a good idea. I haven’t held on to my V card for so long to just give it away to a fly-by-night piece of ass—which is definitely what he’d consider me to be.