Epilogue
Chloe
“Shit, Cutlass.” I came awake with a gasp. My gorgeous alien boyfriend had his shoulders holding my thighs apart, his yellow eyes watching me, and his tongue flicking madly over my clit. Typical weekday, it seemed. Alien alarm clocks were the absolute best.
I grabbed hold of his mane—he’d been growing it out, and we were at the point where you couldn’t call that shit hair—and held on tight. We’d been living together for two months, and I knew how this morning would go. But I didn’t have time for the entire wake-Chloe-up-with-lots-of-hot-sex thing. I almost felt bad stopping him.
Okay, I felt really bad. Mostly for myself because the man was a master at giving me the Os.
“We don’t have time,” I said, groaning through the words because oh, my God, his cock was resting on my calf and I could feel the wetness running down from how excited he was. Fuck, that bit of precome drove me wild.
As if he knew—and let’s face it, he did because I was a total hussy for him—he climbed up my body and pressed inside me.
“Shush. I’ll claim my mate today so all the new non-earthling males in the building know you’re mine.”
His hips rocked against mine, every thrust sending sparks shooting up my spine. In a good way. I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips. Hanging on for dear life.
“That’s sort of like pissing on my leg, you know.”
He grunted, leaning down to bite my ear as he pulled one leg higher. Oh hell, that angle was the best.
“I have no idea what you mean, but I don’t care. Should I?” He slid his fingers between us, teasing my clit. The bastard.
“No,” I gasped. “Just keep going.”
“Whatever my mate wants.”
Fast, hard fucking and a doozy of an orgasm—sometimes that was all it took to make a morning go from good to best-ever. I knew that fact well. Cutlass made sure every morning was the best-ever before I left for work. Which reminded me…
“I need to shower,” I said, still recovering from the three orgasms he’d given me in about four minutes. The man had serious skills.
Cutlass grunted his acceptance and rolled out of bed with me, refusing to stop touching. A weird habit I was oddly in love with. Well, that and him. Because falling in love with my alien mail order boyfriend turned out to be way easy.
“When will the others get here?”
I led the way into the bathroom the agency had remodeled for us. A real, working bathroom. Amazing. “Agency said ten.”
He passed by his colored contacts and headed for the shower. I’d stopped caring about the neon yellow eyes the man sported. In fact, they’d sort of grown on me.
“We should get you clean,” he said as he pushed me into the shower. “I can’t have you meeting the first non-earthlings to move in to the building all…” he growled and smiled, “…dirty.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. You’ll probably jack off on my leg so I smell like your spunk before they get here.”
His eyes went wide. “You’d let me?”
“No.” I jumped in the shower, closing the new glass doors behind me, blocking him. “Now, go out there. I need to get ready for work.
Work. Another something that had changed. I no longer slung hot dogs and fries at a dumpy Coney Island. I ran the building that used to be owned by the dickwad who evicted me. The agency bought it when Cutlass told them about it, and they put a bunch of time and money into it to make the apartments more livable for their non-earthling clients. The past two months had been nice, what with Cutlass, me, and his two friends being the only residents here, but it was moving day. Time to get new neighbors. Nonhuman ones.
Plus it was match day for Hudson, Cutlass’ friend and one of the aliens who’d traveled to Earth with him. I liked the two of them, but Hudson was a happier sort of guy than Maivehricck, though I called him Maverick. All those extra consonants didn’t roll off my tongue. Hudson seemed more open to the whole match process. Maverick seemed…grumpy. A lot.
“Do you think Hudson’s going to fall all over himself when he meets the woman Ampetheia found for him?” I hollered over the roar of the water. The hot water. Such a concept.
“Probably.” Cutlass opened the doors and joined me under the spray, as I knew he would eventually. “He’s more excited than I’ve ever seen him.”
“Here’s to hoping she accepts him.” That was another change I tried to talk the agency into—making sure the humans all knew what they were getting from the get-go. Figuring out that my best friend was married to an alien and that she’d known I was being set up with one had hurt. A lot. Almost more than finding out about Cutlass actually being an alien. That fight with Amelia had lasted longer than any other we’d had, but in the end, she was still my BFF. Plus, we had a lot more in common now, what with the non-earthling men in our lives exhausting us every day and night with their overindulgent sexual escapades.
My God, life was good.
But no matter how much Amelia and I both tried to explain to Ampetheia that the humans should be told their match’s true history before they met them, she wouldn’t budge. Something about the surprise factor. Whatever. That surprise had almost lost me Cutlass and cut deep gouges into my strongest and oldest friendship. I could only hope no other match created such turmoil.
Cutlass, in his perpetually horny state, completely distracted me from thoughts of anyone other than him. He ignored the schedule he knew I needed to keep, as well as the way I stiffened when he wrapped his arms around me. Instead, he took the soap from my hand and pressed his cock against my ass.
Perv.
“We don’t have time,” I said, trying to convince myself as well.
He bit my neck, rocking his hips. Convincing me without words. Who needed them, anyway? I spread my legs and gave him room because—again—I was a total hussy for him. And he knew it.
“Klow-ee?”
“Yes?”
“I want to eat you out for breakfast.” His rumbly voice did things to me, as did his naughty words.
“You know that’s not what it’s called.”
He dropped to his knees and tossed one of my legs over his shoulder. “Of course, it is.”
He didn’t give me a chance to say no. Just slid his tongue against me and found my clit. I grabbed the top of the doors and pressed my other hand against the wall, letting him do what he did best. The other aliens could wait to be let in. Ampetheia would understand. My mate needed me, craved my touch and taste to help make it through the day. She wouldn’t want him to lose his control and go all…alien in front of the humans, right?
Or at least that would be the excuse if I got in trouble.
“Okay,” I gasped as he slid two fingers inside me. “Maybe a few minutes.”
I would have been insulted by his chuckle if I hadn’t already been so close to coming. Did I say the man had skills? Yeah, understatement.
Alien good mornings truly were the best sort of good mornings. And I had years’ worth of them to look forward to.
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