Way too fucking much, in fact.
“I know,” Felix whispers. “Everything will be all right.”
I know my brother, and I can tell from the look on his face that he wants this—and I need to trust him to make his own decisions about his life. Even if they end up taking him in a different direction from me.
“It better,” I declare, leveling him with a fierce glare. “Otherwise, I’ll have to hunt down those aliens of yours and kick some serious ass.”
Luna whispers something to Felix that I can’t hear.
I sniff back tears and give him a reassuring smile. “I love you, bro. Be safe.”
Relief and gratitude wash over his face.
“Love you too, Gemsy. Talk soon.”
Then the call ends, and my phone screen goes black.
I toss it aside and flop back down on my bed, where I’d been asleep until Felix called.
Worry for my brother is front and center in my mind. He’s basically trusting a group of strangers,extraterrestrialstrangers no less, to keep him safe and bring him back in one piece after their travels together are over.
I groan and wrap my arms around a pillow. No doubt my brother’s fascination with all creatures strange and unique—that’s the exotic animal vet in him—played a big part in his decision. He probably couldn’t help himself.
Not that I blame him. Those aliens are seriously… amazing. Especially Luna.
Felix has always been a bit of a sci-fi nerd who’s convinced that aliens are real, and he’s become more passionate about it ever since his favorite online writer claimed he’d had an actual close encounter of the third kind. Hence his scouting missions in the desert.
I’d thought this fixation was more about escaping reality and trying to figure out what he wants to do next with his life. When he had said the owners of the clinic where he works offered to sell him the business when they retire, I thought Felix would jump on that right away. Instead, he told me he’s searching for something… more. Looks like he might have found it.
Fuck, can I relate.
Like Felix, the idea of running away to outer space sounds really damn good to me right about now.
My mind flashes back to lovely Luna. A hot and heavy holiday with her would be heavenly.
She’s fascinating, with her cutesy pigtails, sassy personality, and sporty physique—all things that make me sit up and take notice. I can imagine how hot she looks while fixing an engine. Women working with tools has always been sexy to me, and knowing she’s the ship’s mechanic adds exponentially to her allure. Luna’s kind of a perfect package and even after the short conversation we had, I’m intrigued and want more.
A lot more.
My brain conjures up an image of her, sweaty and working on an alien ship engine. The accompanying throb between my legs makes me moan. Fuck, she can fine-tune my engine any day.
I reach into my bedside table and pull out my trusty Hitachi Magic Wand. It’ll have to do until I can meet Luna in person.
Because I am bound and determined to find out what she and her tentacles can do—one way or another.
CHAPTER 4
Luna:Hello gorgeous, I hope you don’t mind me contacting you this way. Khephren helped me hack into your cellular phone signal on Earth.
Gemma:Khephren? Oh! Is that the name of your pink friend?
Luna:Bingo! He’s such a big softie. As soon as I told him I wanted to talk to you more, he immediately wanted to help.
Gemma:I’m all ears. What did you want to talk to me about?
Luna:It isn’t often that I meet such a gorgeous woman. I’m not one to waste a potential romantic opportunity, especially when I could tell we were vibing earlier. *waving tentacle emoji*
Gemma:Agreed. We definitely have chemistry, although I think we made that pretty clear to everyone on your ship. *winky face emoji*
