Authors: Viola Grace
Tags: #Science Fiction, #Space Opera, #Paranormal, #erotic Romance
Laser (8 page)
The second drink had come after the salute to her moment of camaraderie by the bride, and after that, the giggles had become incessant.
The matriarch had thanked them for their service and discharged their assignment. The giggles had continued down the hall.
His partner was just getting comfortable with what she could do, and he could see something truly amazing taking shape behind those eyes.
He stroked her hair and smiled before returning to the command deck.
Two hours into their flight, he finally burst out laughing. “You can take her from her home, take her limbs, blow her up, but you can’t give her a drink. What do you think of that,
Stinger
?”
The chime was low and deep, but it was definitely amused.
He called Kilon and gave him a look.
“What? What is it, Lukar? Is she all right?”
“She is fine. She is keeping up and leaving me far behind, frankly, but what I want to know is did you do any physical alteration to her sex?”
Kilon coloured, his skin darkening to navy blue. “I may have moved things around a little. Does she know? Wait…how do you know?”
It was Lukar’s turn to blush. “It was something that she mentioned while we were having sex.”
Kilon paused then did a little dance, pumping his fists into the air. “I knew it. I was counting on your charm to wear her down.”
“Wear her down? She started it…well I had to get her manufacturing antivenin.”
“The best excuse for making out with aliens I have ever heard.”
Lukar held up his hand. “After this, I have to call Mom and Dad.”
Kilon paused. “You are kidding. I knew she was close, but I didn’t think she was exact.”
Lukar shrugged. “Locked together for hours and the psychic bleed has already started.”
Kilon suddenly got a sly look on his face. “Have you told her about Wezian mating displays?”
Lukar arched one brow. “I haven’t told her about the frond at the top of my cock. One thing at a time. We have a year to return home for a formal bonding.”
“Dad is never going to let it be that long.”
Lukar grinned. “I will see what I can do. If all else fails, I can get her tipsy. She has no tolerance for alcohol.”
From behind him, he heard, “It hits hard, but it wears off fast. Hello, Icky.”
Lee came up to his side and ran a hand behind Lukar’s neck, turning his head so that she could kiss him. She tasted of mint and tea.
“Hello, Lee. You are looking well. How is the suit?”
“In the charger. She is doing well, and we are in the early stages of communication.”
She stalked around the pilot’s chair, and to Lukar’s delight, she crawled into his lap.
Kilon got flustered and said, “Talk again later, good night, Lee, night, Lukar.”
Lee crept up him with the grace of a large feline, and she settled in his lap. His cock throbbed and his breathing was faster. When her lips were an inch from his own, she looped her hands behind his neck and whispered, “What frond?”
Author’s Note
Laser
was a little bit behind, but the more I appear at conventions and such, the less time I have to write. Funny how that works. For the last few years, I have been in work mode, but now, I want to get out and meet some of the folks who have made this change from a hobby to a career.
Liberty
will be up next (August 1 at eXtasy Books), and we will meet a woman arrested for trying to warn others of a disaster. Precognition is hard, but when you call 911, it becomes an arrestable offense.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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