“I will lock the doors behind you. I do not require sleep for many days. I will wait,” he paused, his lights glowing faintly again. “Thank you. For releasing me,” he said, voice solemn.
I gave him a small smile. “Hey, no problem. Us alien abductees have to stick together.”
I turned before he could answer and made my escape.
His eyes burned into my back as I exited the room.
I came awake violently. My hand wrapped around Patty’s throat. She was smiling like a lunatic.
I narrowed my eyes at her, “I could have snapped your neck!” I barked, and snatched my hand back.
Patty laughed, slapping my shoulder when I sat up from the bed. “You didn’t even squeeze. I wasn’t worried. Besides, who doesn’t like a little foreplay in the morning?”
I snorted at her and waved away her attempts to help me stand. I came to my feet with a groan, careful not to crack my head on the top bed. The bunks were short and uncomfortable for me. Better than the grate floor, but only marginally.
I’d had dreams of sex and tentacles and Mount Doom. His language really sounded like something straight out of Tolkien’s books. It was haunting me in my sleep.
“Are the others awake?” I asked, looking around at the empty beds in the room.
“Yeah, everyone’s getting breakfast. Or lunch? I have no idea what time it is. Not having day and night is going to mess up my circadian rhythm.”
My friend Patty, always thinking of the real issues.
“Well, keep them there. I’m going to go get General At’ens,” I said, walking out of the room towards the flight deck.
The doors were locked like he said they would be, so I banged my fist on them.
“It’s me, Jack. Ready to meet the family?”
The door slid open, and I was again treated with an up close view of his mouth watering chest. His scent flooded my nose. I jumped back to avoid pressing my face into him again.
“I did not know they were your kin.”
I would never get used to the chest vibrating timber of his voice. Or its effect on me.
“They aren’t. I was joking,” I said, dryly.
He had to duck to come through the door and stand in the hallway. He looked at me. I looked at him. Gazing, really. Ogling.
“Are we not going?” he asked, amused.
Busted.
I felt heat spread across my face. I turned to avoid his gaze and marched down the hall towards the dining room. The laughter and murmured buzz of many voices drifted towards us. I held my hand up to stop him when we were at the door. He walked right into my hand, my palm pressing against the heat of his armored stomach. I stared at my hand for a second before slowly running it up to his chest. He was so warm. I wanted to run my hands all over him.He leaned into my caress and I snapped my eyes to his face.
I hadn’t thought the hard half mask of his face could show amusement, but it was there, his glowing yellow eyes laughing at me. My face heated again. I’d never blushed in my life and he’d got me red-faced twice in one minute. I pulled my hand away and curled it into a fist against my thigh.
“Wait here,” I ground out through clenched teeth. I entered the room, and the hum of conversation stopped.
I waved at everyone. “Hey guys. Um. So I’m gonna just come right out and say it.” I paused for effect. “I let the alien prisoner out of his cage last night,” I said in a rush.
There were gasps and then outraged shouts overlapping each other until I couldn’t understand a damn thing they were saying.
“Enough!” Callie shouted, and the women fell silent.
She should have been a drill instructor and skipped being a pilot. That was impressive.
Callie turned to me. “Well? Can he help?”
