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“Okay, no more talk about my chest.” Devin’s announcement
had the opposite affect than she wanted. His gaze—and Cayl’s—dropped to the
intriguing inches of skin revealed by the gaping jacket. “Mace.” He heard his
name but didn’t look up. At least not until she snapped her fingers. “What
information did you get from Vanessa?”

“What? Oh, right.” He hated that moment of disorientation
when his mind shifted from sex to the real world. “She said there were three
men who joined the club in the past two weeks.” He pulled out the piece of
paper he’d been prepared to show Devin, except that he’d found her almost naked
and having those pretty tits worshiped by Cayl. “She gave me their names…”
Devin reached for the paper. “With the understanding that she had an option on
you when I was finished.” Mace could have kept that last bit to himself but he
wanted to see Devin’s reaction.

Her eyes widened, then tightened down at the edges,
suspicion flowing from her stare.

“I hope you told her to ‘bite me’,” She snatched the paper
from his fingers.

“She likes to do that anyway.”

Devin glared and looked at the note.

“You have his name?” Cayl reached out and grabbed the paper.
“Which one is he?”

There were three names on the list.

“No idea.” Mace shrugged.

Devin took the paper again. “I will research these names
tomorrow morning and we’ll figure out who arrived…” She stopped and offered a
weak smile to Mace. “Uh, who fits the profile.”

Those weren’t the words she’d intended to say. Devin was
definitely keeping something from him…or trying. Fortunately for him she didn’t
conceal her responses well. She’d tried to hide her submissive nature but he’d
recognized it almost immediately. The spanking had proved it. His palm tingled
at the memory. A couple of more strokes and she would have come.

“Well…” she announced, the tone almost official. “Thank you
for your help.” She offered him her hand as if they’d just completed a business
meeting. What the fuck? He’d had her nipple in his mouth less than fifteen
minutes before. His fingers had been on her clit when she’d come.

And she wanted to shake hands?

“We’ll handle it from here.” She whipped a quarter turn and
faced Cayl. “Now, where am I taking you?”

Cayl stared back. “Are we not investigating these names?”

“Not tonight. It’s too late. I’ll check them in the
morning.”

Cayl crossed his arms on his chest doing a surprisingly good
rendition of a five-year-old in a pout.

Devin sighed. “Everyone I need to talk to about these men
will be asleep.”

Cayl grimaced and released a matching sigh.

“I forgot. The human form needs to rejuvenate. Most
primitive but if it cannot be avoided.”

“It can’t.” The tight clench of Devin’s jaw intrigued Mace.
“We need sleep. All of us.” She included Mace in her statement then turned back
to Cayl. The exchange intrigued him so Mace stepped back and watched. “Where am
I taking you?” Devin asked again.

“I don’t understand.”

“Where are you sleeping? What hotel has been reserved?”

Cayl shook his head. “The Council did not arrange lodging.
We all assumed that it would take less than a day to track Harken because I
knew where to begin and this is such a—”

“Primitive world, I know,” Devin finished, fumbling to get
her phone out of her tiny purse, presumably forgetting that her jacket still
hadn’t been buttoned. Mace took the chance to get another look at her breasts
and noticed Cayl was doing the same. Mace felt his mouth pull up in a wicked
half smile. Possibilities raced through his brain. He could imagine the both of
them, naked and in his bed. Devin cuffed and stretched out on the mattress.
Somehow he thought Cayl would appreciate the sight.

“Fine. I’ll find you a place to sleep.” Devin tapped on her
phone.

“He can stay with me.” The offer was out before Mace could
stop it. Then realized, what the hell? If nothing else, he’d get to see Devin
again when she picked Cayl up. She’d no doubt be wearing a suit of armor by
then but now that he knew what her naked breasts looked like, he could call up
the memory whenever he wanted.

“That will be fine,” Cayl said, speaking before Devin got a
chance. “All I need is a place to rest this human form and you can provide
that?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.” Cayl lifted his chin and looked down his nose
at Devin. “Agent Denning, since you will not assist me tonight, I will be
resting with Mace. You may collect me in the morning and we will continue our
search.”

As if that concluded the night, Cayl spun on his heel and
headed toward Mace’s car.

Devin’s eyes squinted into a vicious glare. “Take care of
him.”

“I will.”

“I’ll be by in the morning to pick him up.”

“You need my address.”

“No. I have it,” she snarled as she turned away. The flaps
of her jacket fluttered open and Mace was only sad that he wasn’t in front of
her, ready to enjoy the delicious display.

Wait. She had his address? He’d done everything he could to
get his home address off the web, out of reach. How the hell did she know where
he lived?

“Let us go,” Cayl commanded.

Mace did a slow turn and stared at his new passenger. Alien
or not they were going to get one thing straight. “It’s my house, my rules, my
schedule.”

* * * * *

The sounds of shuffling dragged Mace out of his bed and down
the hall to his guestroom. He stopped by the door. Footsteps padded across
creaking floorboards and back again. Cayl was obviously having a hard time
sleeping. Unable to resist, Mace pressed his ear up against he door. Step,
step, grunt, and what? A whimper? What the hell was going on?

Mace tapped on the door, opening it as he poked his head
inside. Cayl stood in the middle of the room, moonlight streaming across the
floor, his hands propped on his hips, his jeans hanging low. His shirt was
gone, thrown on the floor like he’d ripped it off in a fit of irritation.

“You okay, man?”

“I do not understand how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“How do humans shut off these senses long enough to find
rest?”

Mace hid his grin. So the guy was going to continue his “I’m
an alien” routine. That was okay. He could play like that.

Cayl spun around and glared at him. “If I could possibly get
used to the scent of the bedclothes, there is the constant hum of your food
storage unit and the tree brushing against the roof.” He paused. “And if I
could ignore all of that, my shaft has remained hard since we left that club
making it impossible for me to sleep.”

Mace let his gaze drop to Cayl’s crotch and sure enough,
there was a distinctive bulge that indicated the poor man was in some
discomfort.
Oh yeah. I can definitely play with that.

“How am I to correct this?” Cayl demanded.

“Correct it?”

“It’s obviously defective. I was given to understand a
male’s shaft got hard when the human was preparing for intercourse. I am alone
and quite obviously not preparing to have intercourse, so why is it hard?”

“You were hard at the club,” Mace pointed out.

“But Agent Denning, who is female, was present and rubbing
against me.”
Agent Denning?
Mace had to ask Devin about that. “That was
a logical explanation. The body believed it might have some chance at
penetration.”

The edge of Mace’s mouth kicked up. He could almost believe
this guy didn’t understand fucking. But the way he’d kissed Devin and sucked
her tits…fuck, that had been hot.

Cayl’s mouth crinkled into an irritated line. “I don’t know
what to do when one is alone.”

“Okay, um, you…” Hmm, how did he explain this? “You rub it.
You know, put your hand on it.”

Cayl shook his head and sighed. “I tried that. Touching it
only makes it worse.”

Mace’s smiled broadened into a full-blown grin.

“You have to kind of do it for a bit. It gets worse before
it gets better.”

“You’ve done this?”

“Many times.”

Cayl pulled open the button fly and shoved them down, his
cock popping out as it was freed and stretching long, hard and thick.

“Please show me this technique. I cannot tolerate this
sensation much longer.”

Show him? Come on. You can do it. Give a hand job to the
hot guy in your spare room who thinks he’s an alien.

There were all sorts of reasons why he shouldn’t do
this—first and foremost being this guy might be insane—but the thick cock
pushed aside the concerns. He walked across the room to where Cayl stood.
Cayl’s broad chest tapered down into a ripped stomach.
Hmm. Nice. Hard and
firm. Thick.
He shook his head when he realized he’d moved past describing
his chest and returned his attention to Cayl’s cock.

Cayl tipped his head to the side as if to urge Mace to
hurry. Demanding little shit. Except he wasn’t little. Not where it counted.
Not anywhere.

“Well, you just…”
What the hell, just do it.
He
reached out and curled his fingers around the base of the shaft. Cayl’s sharp
inhale warned Mace it wouldn’t take much. The guy was on the edge. “You just
stroke it.” He slid his hand up, tightening his grip, letting his fingers tease
the round head. A garbled cry erupted from Cayl’s throat.

“Ahh!”

Cayl might be insane but he wasn’t faking the hunger. Mace
gave another pump and felt a shudder run through Cayl’s body. Mace kept his
eyes down and worked his hand over the thick cock, every stroke drawing a
reaction from Cayl—a groan, a shiver.
Fuck the guy is responsive.
Strong
fingers dug into his shoulder as Cayl punched his hips forward, driving his
cock into Mace’s grip.

“Mace, please you must—”

Mace looked up. Cayl’s wide eyes stared back at him—a mix of
panic and fear.

“Surely there is some resolution soon?”

Demanding
, Mace thought again. The command, the
urgency in Cayl’s glare made Mace draw back.

“Yeah, but why rush it?” He took his hand away from Cayl’s
dick and placed it on his hip, stroking lightly with his fingers.

“Because it needs to end.” Cayl reached down and grabbed his
own cock, giving one quick hard stroke. Another groan broke from Cayl’s throat.

“Oh no, babe.” Mace gripped Cayl’s wrist and pulled his hand
away, grabbing the other hand as well. “That’s mine.”

“Yours?” Cayl blinked and looked into Mace’s eyes. “How is
that possible?”

The literal track of Cayl’s thoughts made Mace smile. “It’s
mine to play with, mine to tease.”

“You said you would fix my affliction.”

Mace spun Cayl around and pushed him backward. “And I will.
I just want to play a bit first.” Cayl’s feet caught in the dark jeans and he fell.
Right onto the mattress. Perfect. Mace stripped the tight denim off Cayl’s legs
leaving him naked.

Their conversation—ha—and Cayl’s irritation seemed to have
eased his desperation just a bit. His cock was still hard but the annoyance his
face had transformed into partial curiosity.

“Relax, babe. You’ll get what you want.” Mace dragged his
t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side. Cayl’s gaze dropped to
Mace’s chest. He licked his lips as if imagining the sensation, remembering the
club and sucking on Devin’s pretty tits. Mace’s cock gave a twitch. That had
been sweet. She’d been hot and hungry. Watching her come—with Cayl’s fingers
inside her and Mace’s teasing her clit—had inspired him. He wasn’t going to let
her go without being inside her.

“Where has your mind gone?” Cayl asked, pushing up on his
elbows.

“Huh?” Mace shook his head to clear it.

“You are no longer thinking about curing my affliction,
which seems to be fixing itself.”

“We can’t have that.” Mace climbed on the high bed. He left
his sweats on. Cayl might not be ready to return whatever favor he received.
“And I was thinking about Devin. And the club.”

The clinical curiosity left Cayl’s eyes and heat returned.
“She was most delicious.”

“Uh-huh.” He crawled up the mattress until he lay beside,
just above Cayl, looking down at the strong, masculine body. He reached out and
skimmed his fingertips across the flat peak of Cayl’s nipple. The gasp that
burst from Cayl’s lips drew a smile from Mace. He looked at Cayl, fingers still
teasing the tight nub.

“Fascinating.” The word came out a little more breathless.
“Is this what Agent Denning felt when we sucked on her?”

“Something like this, I’m sure. Feel good?”

“Yes.” Cayl’s fingers grabbed the bedspread at his side,
holding himself back. “Would you…?” He hesitated. As if he wasn’t sure he
should be asking.

“You want to feel my mouth?” Mace bent down and opened his
lips, let his breath heat Cayl’s skin. “Maybe I can make you scream.”

“I don’t think—”

Mace stroked the flat of his tongue across Cayl’s nipple.
His yelp halted the words.

Mace lifted his eyes. “Not a scream but I can work with it.”
He licked again then moved the tip of his tongue over the pink surface, teasing
it, making the tiny peak stand up. Cayl squirmed, his leg twitching and sliding
along the bedspread. Mace paused long enough to glance down. Cayl’s cock was
quickly returning to full hardness.
Nice. More.

Letting himself sink into the pure sensuality of the hard
body beneath him, Mace opened his mouth over Cayl’s nipple and sucked, long,
deep pulls. Cayl’s reaction was immediate. He cried out and his hips swung up,
cock fucking the air. Not bothering to hide his smile, Mace lapped at the
nipple, soothing, calming, then he pressed his teeth against the taut skin and
bit down, gently, not too hard. Enough.

A jolt moved through Cayl’s body and his shout rang through
the room. A strong hand gripped the back of Mace’s head, pulling his hair
almost painfully. Mace allowed Cayl’s hands to guide him and kissed his way
across Cayl’s chest, repeating the caresses to the other nipple.