Page 25 of Loving the Alien Spy

“I agree, but not so much my dad.” One would think it’d stop hurting after all these years, but I suspect there will always be a dull ache that goes along with the knowledge. “Anyway, he found a new wife who was able to give him the sons he always wanted. They were holy terrors growing up and never changed.”

“Any kits I have will be loved equally.”

My cheeks heat, and a tingling sensation starts up in my belly because Bannik’s kids would also be mine.

“So, you want kids?” I force myself to ask.

He stares intently at me, and his already-dark eyes darken even more while the fire dances in them. “Do you?”

“Nope. I asked you first.” I can’t help but smile.

Before my brain can process what he’s doing, he smoothly scoots over until our thighs are pressed tightly against each other, and he cradles my face in his large, callused palm.

“I wish for nothing more than to see your belly swollen with my kit. I would take great pleasure in filling you so full of my seed that it has no choice but to take root.”

Oh. My. God. My clit throbs and wetness leaks from me. Bannik’s words should be a complete turnoff, but no one has ever looked at me the way he does. As if he wants to devour me. It’s a heady sensation. So much so that I give in to the incredible urge to kiss him.

I practically leap forward and smash my whole body against his as our mouths collide. Whimpering sounds of need rise up from my throat and spill out. Bannik captures each one and swallows them down. His hands go to my ass, and he grips it in a vise-like hold. It molds us together, and the large, stiff bar of his erection slots right between my thighs.

Giving in to the sweet, sharp need piercing me, I rock my hips, trying to increase the friction against my clit. Distantly, a sound grapples for my attention. It’s not until Bannik goes still beneath me that I realize it’s not my imagination. I lift my head and stare down at him with his flaming eyes and damp lips.

The sound blares again, and it takes a second for me to process it’s my comm unit going off. I scramble off his lap to answer it, and I’m not sure if I should thank or curse the chef for letting me know our food’s ready.

“Thank you. I’ll be right down to get it.”

I end the comm and force myself to glance over at the guy still reclined and looking far too relaxed on my sofa.

“Our breakfast is ready.” I gesture toward the door. “I’m just going to run down and pick it up.”

Bannik moves to rise. “I can go if you’d like.”

I wave him down, and he settles back. “No, um, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Before I can combust, I hurry out of my apartment for the lift. The time away from him will hopefully give me a chance to cool off, breathe, and, if I’m lucky, think.

Chapter 13

Carrik

The moment Lindsey closes the door, I hurry to the hygiene room and release my throbbing cock. I palm its length and quickly stroke myself to release. Thick ropes of seed shoot down the drain of the cleansing stall, and as the water rinses it away, I almost mourn the fact that it’s been wasted on anything but being inside my mate.

With the edge taken off, I carefully refasten my trou, wash my hands, and return to the sofa to wait. Before I can sit, I change my mind and walk into the kitchen area and get us both something to drink. In Lindsey’s cooling unit is a jug of what smells like plyka. The fresh, berry flavor will go well with our meal. I pour two glasses and turn to lean against the counter so I can once more survey my mate’s living space.

It’s warm and inviting, as well as neat and tidy. She clearly loves bold colors and flowers. They’re all well taken care of and thriving. I’m not sure if I should make anything of the fact that the one I purchased and had delivered sits alone, but in aprominent spot. It had drawn my eye almost from the moment I walked through the door.

Art covers Lindsey’s walls and tells me a lot about her. She surrounds herself with happiness. When I had entered and exited the hygiene room, I forced myself not to cast anything more than a quick glance at the bed that sat only a short distance away. It had been neatly made with the head cushions plumped, something I, too, do.

Bannik had always been slightly messy, and not once in all the time I knew him before the rift happened between us had he ever made his bed. Had that changed since then or even since he entered the guards? I wish I knew. It would be one small scrap of my brother I could hold on to.

The electric panel at the door beeps, and it opens. Lindsey walks in carrying a large tray with two covered platters. I rush over to take it from her.

“You should have let me get it.” I would have insisted on getting it myself if I had known.

She chuckles softly. “It’s not a big deal, really. When the girls come over, there’s sometimes twice as much as this, and I still manage.”

“But you shouldn’t have to.” Do her friends not help with the burden?

“Hey.” She places her hand on my arm, and the fire burning through me grows hotter. “It’s fine. Each of them does the same thing when she hosts us at her place.”