Cutlass: Motor City Alien Mail Order Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency (6 page)

It didn’t take long for her to show me.

She wrapped my cock in something thin and plastic again. Some sort of barrier. I didn’t ask, though. I let her do what she wanted just as I had the first time she let me inside. She had me completely at her mercy, and I was thrilled to be there.

With a hand still wrapped around my cock, she placed the head right at her entrance. The tip slid in—just the tip—a total tease.

“What are you doing, sweet Klow-ee?”

“Payback.” Klow-ee rocked slightly, letting me slide inside a small amount before retreating. Not pulling me all the way inside. Not giving us both what I knew we wanted. And doing so with a smile on her face.

“Klow-ee, please.” I grabbed her hips, trying to pull her down on me, trying hard not to as well. This was her moment, her lead. And I had to follow at whatever pace she set. Even if it did feel as if she was trying to kill me.

“Am I driving you crazy?” she asked. The pictures from the translator made no sense, so I just nodded. Biting my lip as my hands clenched on her thighs. So tight and warm, and still too far away.

“Good.” She sat back, sliding down my cock with a groan, both hands coming to rest on my chest. I grabbed them, hanging on to her, holding my breath as her cunt squeezed my cock like a vise.

“Have you ever had a girl on top?” she asked, rocking her hips over me to take more of my cock inside. I shook my head even as my eyes rolled back. The pressure was delicious, the weight of her on top of me an added bonus.

Deeper yet, her heat burning me in the best way. “Let me show you.”

“Teach me,” I said on a gasp as she pinched my nipples. “Teach me everything.”

And as she settled deep, as her body allowed my cock to push in farther than it ever had before, as my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the heat and the pressure, I surrendered to her. And I died just a little bit with every move of her hips.

“I want to make you come,” she said, moving in a way that caused my sac to pull up almost painfully. Such a wonderful pain, though.

Hands on her hips, thrusting up into her tight cunt, I gave her what she wanted with her name on my lips.

“
W
hat was she like
?” I stared at my Klow-ee’s shoulders, the way the light played across them. Warmed them. The single sun here may not have given off enough heat for my preference, but the way the glow changed colors as the planet moved about in its orbit was fascinating. Especially when mixed with my mate’s stunning skin.

“Beautiful, strong, amazing. Strict. She worked hard, and she expected me to do the same.”

I ran a hand up her thigh, not sliding anywhere interesting. Just giving her an affectionate sort of stroke. An I-can’t-keep-my-hands-off-you touch. “How did she pass?”

Her muscles tensed, and I spread my fingers wider. Grounded her in my touch. I knew bringing up her mother would be difficult, but the shadows around us, the intimate feel of the night falling as we lay together, had made me slightly nostalgic over my own lost tribe. I wanted to know my human, and that meant discussing the bad and the good.

Klow-ee sighed, hiding her face from me. “
Drrunck drrie-vrr
. She was coming home from a midnight shift at the plant, and the guy claimed he never saw her car. I was fifteen and alone when the cops came to the door.”

The pain in her voice gutted me, left me flayed like a beast of prey. I wanted to ease that, but I didn’t know how. Didn’t know the words to offer comfort, so I held her tightly and wrapped my body around hers instead. Holding her together.

“What about you?” Klow-ee asked, hitching her leg higher against his hip. “Where’s your family?”

I grunted. “Gone.”

“All of them?”

All of mine and then some, but she still didn’t know who I was. What I was. She had no idea what life off of planet Earth was like. And this wasn’t the time to explain. “Yes. I have two of my kind with me, but we’re not kin. We are the last, though.”

She was silent for a long moment, and I’d begun to think our conversation was over. Apparently not.

“The last of what?”

I pulled her closer, clinging to her soft body in silence. If she knew, if I told her the truth, would she still be willing to stay in my arms? Would she fear me as an unknown? Or would she accept me, us, our fragile bond? I couldn’t know, and I wasn’t ready to risk what I’d found. Not yet.

Without answering, I moved us so she rested almost on top of me once more. The warmth and weight of her body soothed a part of me. Brought on feelings of sleep and rest, even though we’d spent most of the day in bed. Not sleeping, of course. At least, not all the time. Still, the hour was growing late on her planet. It was time for animals to begin their long night of stalking prey in the shadows. Or lovers to play bedgames.

“Cutlass,” she whispered as I rolled her onto her back and fitted my hips between her legs.

But my mind was still stuck on other things. On truth and facts and possible loss. I clung to her, rocking softly. Needing to claim her over and over again to prove my worth as a potential mate. “There is so much to tell you.”

But instead of talking, my mate grabbed my neck and pulled me down to her lips. Kiss-sing me. Giving me her body as she spread her legs wider and rocked her hips to take me inside.

Words weren’t always necessary, and some secrets could keep until the light of a new day.

I
f ever there
was a time when I wanted to puke and cry at the same time, it was walking out of the hotel with Cutlass at my side. Okay, so walking was a stretch. I meant limping. The man had dicked me down for two solid days after a very long dry spell on my side. Muscles I’d completely forgotten about ached, and every inch of my pussy was overly sensitive.

Best weekend ever.

But all good things must come to an end, including our weekend immersion program. And my fantasy life.

“You could come with me,” Cutlass said as we reached my car. My beat-up, junker of a vehicle that I had no idea how to explain if he asked why I drove such a piece of shit if I was a successful photographer. Oh God, this was such a bad idea. I should have told him. I needed to tell him.

“I have to work tonight,” I said, my voice too soft, too weak. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my eyes on his, trying not to look like the liar I knew I was.

Being an adult was way too hard sometimes.

Cutlass pulled me into his arms, smiling down at me. Clueless that our fledgling relationship was based completely on lies. “Reschedule your clients. We have a lot to discuss and very little time to do so.”

“Twelve days,” I said, running my hands up and down his arms as visions of eviction notices and sleeping in my car danced through my addled brain. Along with what he’d look like once I admitted my truth. How angry he might be. “But I can’t cancel. I…need to work.”

He sighed in the most adorable way, still smiling, still clueless. “Okay. But I want to see you soon. I need to woo you more.”

I nearly jumped when his hands landed on my ass. He gripped hard and pulled me close enough to feel his thick cock. Showing me his woo. Jesus, did the man ever go flaccid?

“I think we wooed enough this weekend for at least a month.”

“Never,” he murmured, giving me the softest kiss I’d ever had. “I will never get enough of you.”

I melted…right around the rock lodged in my gut. Why wasn’t I honest? If I could go back and rewrite my letter to the IGDA, I would to keep from having lied to Cutlass. But then, would they have placed me with him? Would we have matched? Would I have formed a connection with another man instead?

Knowing what I did, having spent two days alone with the man in front of me, that thought made me ill. I didn’t want another match. I wanted Cutlass. But to get him, I’d have to be honest. Soon. Tonight.

“Tell you what,” I said, pulling up my figurative big-girl panties and preparing to be a real adult. “How about you come by after I get off work? It’ll be late, but we can talk. At my place.”

At my shitty, disgusting apartment that in no way says successful anything
, I thought but didn’t say. No sense giving away the ending.

Cutlass answered exactly as I knew he would. “Tell me when, and I’ll be there.”

“Where’s your phone?”

“Phone?” His head cocked.

“Yeah. Your cell phone.”

I swear, the man shook his head as if he didn’t have one. Ridiculous. With a shrug, I grabbed a pen from inside my bag and scribbled my phone number on his hand. Nineteen-ninety-two style.

“Call me later, and we’ll set it up.”

He nodded, diving in for one more kiss. Pressing me against the side of my junker in his fervor. Not that I was complaining. I was too busy trying my hardest not to drag him into the car and have a little high school style make-out session on the backseat.

“Okay,” I gasped when he finally released my lips. My God, I needed to change my panties after that one. “I’m going.”

He gave me a look of pure want, as if he hated letting me out of his sight. A turn-on for sure. “If you must.”

“I must,” I whispered almost to myself. Because I had a long day of slinging hot dogs and making myself sick with worry over what would happen when I finally told him. I gave him one more kiss, a final good-bye, and hurriedly escaped his roaming hands.

But when I slid into the car and turned the key, nothing happened. Not a rev, not a whine, not a thunderous backfire. Nada.
Fuck.

“What’s wrong?” Cutlass asked as I swore at the old beast.

“My battery’s dead.” I left off the
again
on that statement. The damn thing had given me trouble for months, but I’d been putting off buying a new one because…well, money. Hopefully, Cutlass would give my car a jump so I could get back to my side of the city. If not, I’d have to hunt down someone who could help. And I hated asking strangers for anything.

“Let me see.” Cutlass, looking more than just mildly concerned, walked to the front of the car and pressed a hand against the hood.

I leaned out the window. “Actually, if your car is close—”

But my brain went completely blank as the scent of ozone overtook me. Staring, my eyes wide, I watched him raise the hood. The locked hood. The damn thing
popped up
without me having to pull the unlock lever. That was next to impossible on my old beater. I knew; I’d tried it a few times when I was alone and in a hurry. That lock was almost older than I was and wasn’t easy to release, so there was no way he managed to unlatch it without me releasing it from inside the car. A fact that reminded me of other instances where things worked for Cutlass as they wouldn’t for me. The door to the room, the thermostat. How was he doing these things?

Cutlass bent into the engine compartment, almost completely hidden behind the raised hood. Almost. There was a gap at the bottom where the hood met the actual car. I slouched in my seat so I could see him through that thin opening. Trying to be sneaky so he didn’t notice I was spying.

But he wasn’t looking at me; he was staring at the engine with a frown on his face. When he seemed to zero in on something—what, I had no idea—he glanced around as if someone could be watching him. An odd thing to do for sure, and something that made my blood run a little cold. Then he placed his hand on some part in the mass of mechanical things I’d tinkered with myself to keep the car running when I had no money. Parts that needed replacing and cleaning. Parts that he couldn’t fix with just the flat of his palm. And he waited.

The air grew thick and hot, the smell of ozone heavy. Just like when he fixed the thermostat. Just like when he opened the hotel room door. Just like when he popped the locked hood.

And then the car started all on its own.

The components making up Klow-ee’s vehicle engine needed to be sent for scrap. I wasn’t even sure my Reithhkoneccs could save the decrepit thing. But I had to try.

I glanced over both shoulders to verify I was not watched, just in case. Ampetheia would be angry if I was caught using my powers by a human, but I had to help Klow-ee. I didn’t want her stranded or worrying over things I could easily solve. Usually solve, really, because her engine looked as if it was ready to be melted down. If I couldn’t fix whatever was wrong with it, Maivehricck probably could. Hohddshoun wasn’t as skilled as I was, but Maivehricck was the best of the three of us. He could repair almost anything without a lot of strain. Me? I wasn’t as strong, so this was going to take a lot out of me. Something I didn’t mind because it was Klow-ee I helped. I just couldn’t let her actually see what I was doing.

With no humans in sight and Klow-ee behind the metal lid, the timing was as perfect as could be. I placed my hand against the filthy hunk of metal and let my Reithhkoneccs flow. Small parts and pieces fell into position, wires and sensors all aligning properly. It took only a few seconds to find the broken part. The unit, a power-keeping device, would need to be replaced, but I had enough energy to give it a temporary boost so Klow-ee could get to work. I’d bring Maivehricck with me later tonight so he could work on it while I wooed my new mate.

With a great rumbling grind, the engine finally fired and began to run. I dropped the lid, happy with the repair but knowing things were about to go bad for me. My own efforts to stay on my feet seemed even greater than what it took that motor to start. The power unit had completely drained me, leaving me feeling slightly foggy and offline. A bad spot to be in for sure as a non-earthling stuck in the middle of an all-human population. I needed to get back to my rented room, back to where I could recover out of sight. And that need only got worse the moment Klow-ee stumbled out of the car, staring at me in what I could only describe as fear.

“How’d you do that?”

She saw.
I knew it, could tell by the surprised sound to her voice. She saw…she knew my secret. Or part of it. The agency had said to wait to tell her about what I was. To give her the full two weeks to get to know me so I could woo her.

The time to woo was over.

Still, words were hard with my body so drained. “I can fix things.”

“Yeah, so can a mechanic, but they need tools and things. How’d you do—” she waved at the car “—all that. With nothing.”

“I told you—”

“And the door to the room. And the thermostat. You fixed those things, too.”

The translator unit released images for her words but slowly. It took me longer than it should have to answer her. “The door wasn’t broken.”

“Don’t try to distract me,” she yelled, looking fierce and ready for battle as I struggled to stand up. “The door was locked, and you
un
locked it without a key. The thermostat was broken, and you fixed it. My car wouldn’t start, but you made it. How did you do all that?”

Hadn’t I already told her this? “I fix things.”

“You said that.”

Apparently, I had, but I couldn’t remember through the fog in my mind. This was it, my one chance to explain myself to her, and I was blowing it because I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight. That wouldn’t do. Readying myself for a battle I absolutely had to fight and win, I took a deep breath and held out my hand in her Earth greeting. “I am Cutthlaise, Reithhar Warrior of the planet Xouthhgros and Master Machinist for the former BHG489-2140 Colony.”

She retreated a step. “Planet…what?”

When she didn’t take my hand, I let it fall back to my side. My esehhnce felt as if it was breaking inside, as if it was being torn in two. I’d wooed her, claimed her with my cock, and spent hours learning how to please her. Could she be so afraid of me now simply because I fixed things?

“Klow-ee,” I said, trying to keep my voice loud enough for her to hear me. Exhaustion quickly weighing me down. “I’m not from here.”

“No shit,” she said, a rough laugh escaping her. “But not from here and magically fixing a car are two different things.”

Calm. Detailed. Explain the process, and the answer will be found.
“My kind, we have skills that yours do not. Power seems to be the word from your language, though it’s hard to know for sure right now.” I ran a hand through my mane, my head beginning to ache from the effort of speaking. “My power is as a machinist. I can fix things—get parts to work when they shouldn’t any longer.”

She paced the length of her car, staying far away from me. “Where are you from?”

“Planet Xouthhgros originally.”

“So you’re…an alien?”

I was too tired to control my words. “Non-earthling, yes.”

She fell back, retreating farther from me and inching closer to her vehicle as her voice began to shake. “What is this? Some kind of joke? Aliens aren’t real. Are you here to make me fall for you and then lie like this?”

“No. This is me.” My words were low and deep, holding a promise I didn’t know if she would understand. “I don’t know your
joe-cke
, but I’m definitely real. I’m Cutthlaise, Reithhar Warrior of the planet Xouthhgros and Master Machinist for the former BHG489-2140 Colony. My planet was destroyed many seasons ago, so I moved to a colony on the planet BHG489 with the few of us who were left. I was on a hunting trip when that colony was also destroyed. Those of us who survived have been looking for a place to reside ever since.”

Words were hard with my body so depleted. I fell back against the car, catching myself on the edge before I crashed to the ground. Holding myself up with one hand. Klow-ee didn’t seem to notice, though.

“You’re an alien.” She nodded, pacing once more, making my head spin with the back-and-forth. “Of course, you’re an alien. Why would I think a mail order bride dating agency would set me up with a normal
gg-iee
?”

Before I could find the energy to speak, Klow-ee spun to face me. Her eyes stretched wide, and her face flushed.

“Does the agency know about this? About…you?”

I bobbed my head, the weight of it pulling me forward. “Of course. They service beings from all over the galaxies to help us find compatible mates.”

If her reaction was any indication, that wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear. “Mates. What the fuck do you mean,
mates
?”

“My kind searches with our esehhnces to find the one being who can make us happy. True partners to share a life with.” Just speaking of mates and knowing how much I hoped to bond with her that way gave me a jolt of need. I crept closer, unable to resist even as she retreated a step.

“Cutlass—”

“Klow-ee, please,” I said, pulling on every bit of strength I had. Wanting so badly to calm her in any way I could. Needing to. “I am still me. Still the man who took you to eat out and kiss-sed your sweet lips. The man who stayed up all night to learn everything I could about you. The man who pleasured you with my tongue and cock.”

“I know what we did, but…” The anger fell from her face, leaving behind a look that broke something inside of me. An expression of loss. “But you’re not human.”

Her whispered confession burned, fueling a deep pain inside of me. A fissure of my very esehhnce.

“No, I’m not,” I said, trying hard to keep her talking to me. “But I can pretend to be for others. When it’s needed, I can act human. Not with you, though. I can’t be dishonest with you, my Klow-ee. I don’t want to be.”

“Dishonest? This is more than just dishonest. It’s not as if you lied on—” Her face paled, and she took a step back, fumbling for the vehicle door. “I can’t do this. I can’t… I have to go.”

If there was a human word for the level of pain I felt at her rejection, I didn’t know it. But the unending ache was there, deep inside me and throbbing. It was real and all because she was leaving.