I seriously want to ask more about that, but Luna distracts me.
“Sorry, Sasha can be a bit of a grump sometimes. Back to what we were talking about, I want to assure you that Felix is totally safe with us.”
This lovely lady alien may have my libido perking up and saying howdy in the bombastic style of a Pride parade, but I can’t leave my poor bro hanging.
I level all the extraterrestrials with my sternest glare. “You guys better not plan on hurting him.”
“No way,” the pink guy hurries to assure me. “We’re taking him along for the ride while we tour a few planets and then head back to Earth. I promise we’ll keep him safe.”
He’s holding his hands over his chest and giving me the most earnest look I’ve ever seen. For some reason, he also appears to be wearing a Christmas-themed T-shirt. It’s kind of cute.This alien screams softie. Although the grumpy gold-colored alien standing near him with his arms crossed looks a lot more intimidating.
“You can trust us,” Luna says, drawing my gaze back to her like a homing beacon.
Why is she so dreamy and so fucking far away!
Story of my goddamn life. I meet a woman who sparks my interest andbam!—she’s either taken or only in town for a visit. An alien takes that last scenario to a whole different level.
Some harmless flirting wouldn’t hurt though. I mean, I need to get my kicks where I can these days. Besides, these folks are going to have to return to Earth at some point to bring my brother home, right?They fucking better.Anyway, then I can meet this vision of tentacled temptation.
I lick my lips. “I’ve never met an alien, but I must say you’re quite beautiful.”
She’s got the Star Trek lesbian thirst traps beat.
I go for coy as I twirl one of my auburn curls around my index finger, all while wishing my unruly hair wasn’t such a mess. “Green’s actually my favorite color.”
Is it just me or do I detect an answering spark in Luna’s unusual eyes?
My brother sputters. “Are you… flirting with one of my abductors?”
“Not abductors.Friends,” the pink guy gently explains, as if this isn’t the first time.
I notice Sasha snickering quietly.
Luna licks her lips and studies me with obvious interest, which diverts my attention. “I’ve always had a thing for redheads. And your curls?” She practically purrs. “They’re divine.”
That tingling sensation from earlier takes up residence between my legs, and I’m about ready to cream my panties.
Seriously, it has beenwaytoo long since I last got laid.
And evidently, green babes with tentacles turn me on like nobody’s business.
Luna and I spend a full minute checking each other out, and I make sure to arch my back a little and put one of my best assets—my ample bosom—on display. She smirks and twirls one of her green pigtails coquettishly. She’s wearing a Christmas-themed T-shirt too, one that showcases her toned, athletic physique.
Fuck, she’s hot.
Then Felix has to go and ruin the vibe in the way that only an annoying older brother can.
“Gemma,” he says in his sternest voice, “you do understand that I’m light-years away from Earth right now and roaming the universe with a bunch of aliens on their ship, right?”
Duh. He’s not the only brainiac in our family. He may be a vet, but I’m an MD, thank you very much. As preposterous as this whole situation seems, I can’t deny the reality of what’s happening. Seeing is believing. There aren’t professionals in Hollywood who could make aliens—and especially those tentacles—look this convincing. These guys are definitely the real deal.
I cross my arms. “I’m getting to know your newfriends.” I frown. “Are you seriously in outer space right now? You’re not still somewhere out in the desert?”
“We’re on our way to Glacius Major,” the big golden-hued guy interjects matter-of-factly.
A little robot-type thing in the background beeps out, “To infinity and beyond!”
I gape. Aliens who love Christmas and… movies? Have I been teleported to another dimension? If this is the freaking multiverse, I’m kind of okay with it—especially with Luna around.
