Alien Mate 2 (2 page)

Maya wanted to call for help, but her breath stuttered in and out of her chest painfully from exertion. Nothing like a life-or-death situation to remind her she really should get into shape. Wheezing, she concentrated on lugging the big male body clothed in a slick, formfitting material onto the pool deck.

When she had most of his body horizontal, she turned him onto his stomach and pumped his back, forcing his lungs to spew out the water he’d inhaled.

She flipped him back and, hiking her work skirt, straddled his chest, trying to remember her first aid training.

Do I pump his chest or give him mouth to mouth?
They kept changing the first aid rules, and, tired, she decided to do both. First, she did some quick compressions to his chest and then leaned down to listen for his breathing.

Nothing. She compressed again, not liking the bluish pallor to his skin that the lightening sky revealed. When he still didn’t respond, she thought,
What the hell.
She pinched his nose and latched her lips over his, blowing air.

The chest she straddled expanded. She turned her head to let him exhale, counting, and then placed her lips over his again to breathe.

With no advance warning, she found herself flipped onto her back. The wet stranger pinned her body underneath his and pressed his groin—a very aroused groin—against her. She couldn’t make out his features in the gloom, 6

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but she caught a glimpse of glowing violet orbs and white teeth before his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that shocked her wet body from head to toe.

¡Dios mío.

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Lex dreamt he kissed sweet lips while his body covered a luscious body made for pumping. It took him a moment of fuzzy bliss to realize this was no dream. The smart thing to do would have been to break off the passionate embrace with the human, but he didn’t want it to stop. No longer confused, even though his shock at falling in that liquid pool had been great, he briefly wondered at his unexpected reaction to the woman underneath him, for there was no mistaking what he felt—desire, and it raged like a wild beast through his body. He might have lost consciousness, but he was definitely awake now, well, a certain hard part of him, that is.

Sharp teeth bit his lip, and with an exclamation, he pulled back from the kiss.

“Get off me,” said a female voice that even in irritation lilted musically.

Lex didn’t move right away, his body reluctant to leave the soft haven it nestled on. The body under his thrashed, and a knee came perilously close to his male parts. Rolling off the female, who despite her kissing of him, no longer wanted his attentions, Lex wondered if perhaps he’d finally gotten lucky on his forsaken mission.

“I don’t suppose your name is Amanda Beckwith?” he asked.

“Mierda!”
exclaimed the earthling. “I save your life, let you maul me, and now you have the nerve to ask me if I am another woman? Bah, I don’t know who this Amanda is, but she is welcome to you.” The human’s words and attitude were fiery, and Lex, who hadn’t lost his initial erection, hardened even more, a fact he didn’t understand since he preferred his women respectful and obedient.

“Sorry. I am unsure of your customs.” Lex waited for the Alpha 350 to prompt him on what he should do next, but he heard nothing. Actually, come to think of it, he hadn’t heard the AI since he’d plunged into the liquid.

The female just glared at him as she picked her damp self off the ground.

Lex groaned, and not just because he’d lost his link to the computer, but because he finally got to see the plump body of the feisty female, and by all the moons, she was curvaceous perfection. The damp white fabric of her clothing clung to and outlined full breasts, the nipples visible and erect against the cloth.

“What is wrong? Are you injured? Do you require medical attention?” Her words displayed concern, but her tone implied annoyance.

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go over well given her rather violent reaction to his earlier kiss. “I can’t contact my computer.”

She turned to look at the rectangular pit filled with fluid, surely a trap for the unwary, and a great defense mechanism.

“You dropped your laptop?” she finally queried as she slipped on some shoes and picked up a bag.

“Your comment makes no sense, earthling. My lap is still on my legs. I speak of the communicator for my vessel. It must have been damaged in my plunge into that vat of foul liquid. I have no way of contacting my ship’s computer. This is a complete disaster.”

“You are loco.” She laughed. “Figures, a man who kisses a chubby maid like me would be out of his mind. Since you are obviously fine, or as fine as someone like you can be, I will be leaving, senor.” The voluptuous earthling turned to leave just as the sound of baying animals sounded, their rabid voices carried on the rising dawn air.

“Wait,” he called out. When she did not stop, he strode after her and grabbed her arm, spinning her.

She opened her mouth, but then said nothing, her eyes widening as she stared at him in shock.

“¡Dios mío. You’re—you’re blue!” she finally exclaimed.

“Of course I am,” he said with a frown. “What other color would I be?”

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What color indeed? Maya reached a hand up to smear what obviously had to be blue makeup, but his smooth skin did not change hue, and a tingle ran down her body at the touch of his smooth, beardless face. With the sun rising brightly, she could now see him more clearly, and if he wasn’t an alien, then he wore a damned good disguise. His skin shone a beautiful dark blue, and his hair, cut short, was a startling white. He had strong masculine features, with hard lips and vivid violet eyes—eyes she remembered glowing before he’d kissed her. She stepped back and looked him over, the silvery material of his jumpsuit already dry and clinging to an obviously muscled frame.

Well, alien or not, he’s sexy.
Even without the dip in the pool, her panties would have been wet.
So why did I bite him when he kissed me?
An even better question—
is he the alien that has the military in an uproar?
She hadn’t forgotten the rumor circulating in the break room.

“Who and what are you?” she asked.

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“I am Lex’indrios Vel Romannu,” he said standing tall. “I am descended of the Second Moon clan, the secondary line and fourth class warrior for the Second Moon regiment.”

An impressive title, but one easily made up. “Are you really an alien?” He grinned at her with impossibly white teeth. “I’m not, but you are, earthling.”

Maya felt her lips quirk. Point in his favor. Who the alien was really depended on the perspective. “Okay, let’s say I believe you for a second.

Why are you here?”

“Why, to fetch my mate, of course. The Oracle has decreed that Amanda Beckwith shall be my intended.”

Maya bit her tongue so as to not laugh at his declaration even as a sense of disappointment swept through her
. Why can’t I be someone’s intended, especially
someone as hot as him?
But back to his words, if—and that was a big if—what he said turned out to be true, then he was in for a surprise when he told this Amanda person about their arranged galactic engagement. Then again, she thought, eyeing his muscular frame and handsome features, a lot of girls would jump at the chance to be with him, blue skin or not.
Count me in. I
wouldn’t mind taking him for a spin in my bed.
Maya couldn’t help the heat that spread through her body at the thought.

Lex, of the impossible name, looked over his shoulder nervously as the sound of dogs approached. “Is there not a more secure place we can continue this discussion? The beasts that track me are relentless.” The approaching canine cacophony lent even more credence to his tale, and Maya found herself too intrigued to ignore him. Not to mention the spirits of her parents in heaven were probably screaming at her to hide him.

She led him through the fence, using her copied key, and across the parking lot to her beat-up excuse for a car.

He stood looking dubiously at her rusted heap. “Is this vehicle deemed safe for transportation?”

Maya blushed at his remark, which in turn made her angry.
How dare he
belittle my car! It’s not my fault I can’t afford anything better. Idiota.

“Don’t make fun of my car. I bought it myself at least. And besides, I don’t see you with any other means of transportation, do I?” she said sassily with her hands on her hips.

Through gritted teeth, he apologized. “I did not mean to sound disrespectful. I thank you for your aid.”

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into the car gingerly. She started the car with a coughing sputter and drove with her eyes glued to the road, trying to ignore the very masculine presence of the large man—or was he truly an alien?—beside her.

Not entirely convinced of his story, and determined to scrub at his skin a little harder, she had still reserved judgment.
What about his glowing purple eyes
when he kissed me?
Probably a refraction of light, she tried to tell herself. But what if his tale were true?
What if he is an alien?

Maya had grown up with a belief, almost a religion actually, that extraterrestrials existed. Her parents had worshipped at the shrine of UFO

sightings, fanatic believers whose idea of a family vacation involved packing up the old VW van and driving across the lower states to places of interest.

They’d visited the famous Area 51 and stood with faces pressed against the chain-link fence. They’d camped out in lounger chairs, with telescopes and marshmallows with other UFO watchers, waiting for their own close encounter of the third kind. She even knew all the human-meets-life-from-space movies by heart. Her parents had scoffed at
E.T.
even as they coached her on what to do should an alien ever visit her.

But the absolutely freakiest part of her whole encounter with this giant blue alien? It reminded her of the story her grandmother had told her over and over again ’til her death a few years back. A story about a tall blue warrior, descended from the stars. An alien male who came and took her grandma’s sister to be his wife. An alien who took a nubile female for his own and left for the stars, never to be seen again.

Mother of all galactic coincidences, or could this be a prank? But who would know or remember an old woman’s tale? Let alone act it out?
If this is a
joke, I am going to string him up by his cojones.
But if it wasn’t . . . A vivid image of herself cradling those same cojones had her squirming in the vinyl seat, making her glad they’d reached her little house with its plot of dirt outside of town. Even in the dark, the place looked sad, kind of like her life.

It needed sprucing up, she thought looking at it with a critical eye, but working nights six days a week, not to mention the fact she blew most of her budget on movies or books, made that unlikely. And besides, she kept hoping she’d leave it all one day, move on to a better life and never look back.

“This is your home?” He spoke, his velvety voice sending frissons down her spine, pleasurable ones.

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Saying not a word, just flashing a grin that made even more heat pool between her thighs, he unfolded himself from her car and stretched, the smooth silvery material of his jumpsuit doing nothing to hide the rippling muscles.

Maya just about drooled, and that baffled her. She didn’t usually behave like a cat in heat. It just went so contrary to her usual aloofness around men.

Yet watching him with avid eyes, she was pretty sure she had a minor orgasm at just the sight of his well-toned body. He had a sinuous grace and masculine vitality that screamed sex. Hot, pounding, sweaty sex. Just unfortunately not with her, no matter that kiss he’d given back when he’d regained consciousness. Now awake and aware, he’d be looking for that mate he’d spoken about, probably some cute, skinny thing who had never had to shop in the big girls’ section.

Maya sighed. Her weight didn’t bother her most of the time. She might not be the skinniest girl, but she had a nice curvy figure, a very hourglass one that got more than its share of slaps on the ass and boob grabs. But come on, a galactic babe like him, why would he settle for a plush Latina when he could have a Barbie doll?

Annoyed that he made her wish for a different body—and life—she slammed her car door harder than needed, startling him.

“We’d better get inside before someone sees you.” Not too likely given her location and neighbors, but still, she preferred not to take chances. She had some questions she wanted to ask before she decided if she believed him or not.

And a cold shower she needed to take. A long, frigid one, she thought clenching her fists at the sight of his gorgeous ass walking into her house first.
Dios, give me the strength to resist this alien.

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Lex found himself swirling with a confusing mixture of emotions, the most prominent one being lust. The woman who’d rescued him looked nothing at all like his picture-perfect Amanda with her blonde locks. Yet this female, whose name he hadn’t yet gotten, with her wild brown curls, smooth tanned skin, and mouthwatering curves, made him want to forget the Oracle, forget his intended. He wanted this feisty beauty. In her soft, pillowy curves, a male could lose himself and never want to leave. He couldn’t blame confusion on his near-death experience anymore either. He knew full well 12