Remington resolutely studied the dotted line on the road ahead of them as it wound through the hills.

Though his eyes still appeared to be his to control, his mind and body were under the sway of the woman at his side.

Addy.

The human female was snuggled close to him, her tanned thigh pressed against his, an intoxicating blend of coconut and chlorine scent rising from her in waves.

His entire body made a mockery of him, his mouth watering to taste her, his cock hardening painfully.

By the twelve satellites of the Malaferian Belt, he needed some time alone.

Back in the lab, the technicians had spent extra time encouraging him to try to click by himself while using images of women that the humans called pornography, combined with the manual stimulation of his own organ.

Perhaps they felt his chances of clicking alone were greater than those of his brothers, because he was not as lighthearted and expressive as they seemed to be.

But it had all been to no avail. The only result of his efforts was the hunger it had awakened in his loins.

Now that this human body had grown accustomed to many climaxes each day, his poor cock was constrained by the constant presence of the other nineteen occupants of the staff cabin.

For three full days he had not been allowed a single release.

And during that time he had been exposed to Addy - with her long, fragrant hair, as relaxed as Remington was restrained, as beautiful as the three moons of Aerie when she smiled, and as fierce as a wild loombatte in the protection of her friends.

His hand went to the crystal pendant that hung from the fine chain around his neck - a small piece of mineral from his home planet. Thinking of Aerie often had a calming effect on him. Not today.

Remington tried to distract himself by counting the dots on the pavement, but every bend in the road brought his mind back to the curve of her thigh, the way she threw her head back when she laughed, revealing her elegant neck and the tender place where it met her shoulder, a place that he longed to bite as he claimed her.

He would not claim her, of course.

She had stated that she was not interested in being mated.

Though Remington was beginning to realize that humans didn’t always speak the whole truth.

Something about the way Addy reacted to his touch told him that she felt as he did, that she longed for him to possess her.

What would that be like?

He closed his eyes and allowed his imagination to steal him away again.

In his mind’s eye, they were still in the same car, except now they were alone, parked on the edge of the lake.

He turned to her, stroked her cheek.

She leaned into his hand, like a cat, nuzzling his palm until he couldn’t help picturing her face pressed against his belly as she lavished his bursting cock with tender kisses.

He leaned closer to her, studied her eyes, which were blue, like his.

She gazed back at him, gave him the lovely smile she usually gave when her meal arrived at the dining hall, then closed her eyes, waiting to be kissed.

Remington brushed her mouth with his, reveling in the softness of her plushy lips.

She parted her lips slightly and he swept his tongue against hers.

He ran a hand down her side, kneading her muscular thighs, then slid his fingers between her legs.

She gasped, but relaxed her thighs to give him access.

She wore no undergarments underneath her short skirt. His fingers met her wet warmth, sank inside her effortlessly. His thumb searched for her clit and found the stiff little nub, throbbing for his attention.

“Remington,” she whispered and then began to whimper.

His body was awash with sensation and he didn’t know whether to taste her first or claim her and save the games for later.

All he knew was that he was helpless with the need to feed her hungry little sex whatever it desired to stop those plaintive cries.

“Remington,” she whispered more insistently.

* * *

“Remington,” Addy said loudly, wrapping her fingers around the muscles of his upper arm, snapping him out of his daydream.

Damn it.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was just thinking.”

“You guys are seriously out of it,” Honey laughed from her position in the front seat. “We’re here. Let’s get some food in you, wake you up.”

He scrambled out of the car after Addy, hoping that she would sit next to him and hoping she wouldn’t at the same time.

Remington had never been to a diner before, but he had seen them in the movies. There were sure to be colorful booths and waitresses with short skirts and little paper caps.

There was a diner in Stargazer, Pennsylvania, but he had never visited it. His brothers told him that there was already too much publicity surrounding their kind and the humans only knew about Bond, Rocky, Magnum and MacGyver. If they knew there were more alien men, then eager women would descend on the little town in droves.

Remington had wondered privately at first what would be so bad about that. But he was gaining the understanding that it would be better to be loved for himself than to be chased for his fame.

And truth be told, the only one he wanted to love him was Addy.

But she would not.

And so he had to steel himself against her.

He was uncertain what would happen if he were to fall in love with her and she did not reciprocate his feelings. But he was pretty sure that he would not be able to click with anyone else.

Remington could not imagine the heartbreak of that loneliness. He had seen his other brothers with their mates. Even Kitt, so recently mated to Honey, appeared to be dependent upon her for the very air he breathed.

Such a thing was not to be risked. So Remington was determined to keep his hands away from the girl, even if he could not do the same with his thoughts.