I don’t fucking wait. I grab my glowing cock, line up and push inside.
CHAPTER 12
Knox
I get half an inch inside her when there’s a loud knock on the door.
Clara’s eyes fly open. “What was that?”
“Don’t move,” I tell her, pulling my half inch out of her and tugging on my jeans.
“Can we just ignore it?” she begs.
The knocking gets louder.
I let out a sigh. “If it’s one of the guys, they won’t stop until I open the door.”
“The guys?” she asks. “Oh, fuck. You’reallaliens up here?”
“Yeah,” I tell her, pulling my shirt over my head. “Gimme two minutes. I’ll get rid of whoever it is.” I look down at her, naked, legs open. Fuck! Whoever is at the door is going to fucking get it!
I pull open the door, and there’s Everest. Another one of the starship crew who crashed here with us. Everest was one of the pilots on the starship. Ezra always blamed himself,but Everestwas the real reason we crashed here. And sure, we all survived, but that was only because Ezra took charge and made sure we didn’t burn up on entry.
Everest’s eyes roam over my crinkled shirt. “I was in the plow, moving the snow around the cabins, and I saw a car outside. Wondered what the fuck was going on.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I have company.”
“You?” He tries to look inside, but I block the door. “Youhave company?”
I get that he’s surprised, but does he have to besosurprised?
“She’s my starmate,” I tell him.
Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Jesus. Not you too. You still believe in that stuff?”
“Yeah. Now more than ever.”
“It’s all bullshit, you know that, right?” he says, folding his arms. “It’s not magic. Nothing special. Just two people who really want to fuck each other. Here on Earth, they just call that being horny.”
“Fuck off, Everest,” I tell him.
He just shrugs. “Whatever. Enjoy your delusion. At least you’re finally getting some, I guess.” He turns and I flip him the bird. He flips one back like he can see through the back of his head and then gets back into the snowplow.
I slam the door behind him and take a second to compose myself. Fucking asshole. Who doesn’t believe in love and starmates?
I step into the lounge room and Clara is still on the rug, half sitting up, hoodie open, her tits warming by the fire, a fresh glass of wine in her hand.
Fuck.
My cock is already hard again.
I go to her, take her glass and place it on the coffee table, then kiss her, harder this time, showing her exactly what I fucking want.
“Want to mate with you,” I tell her.
“Me too,” she says with a gentle nod.
“What about the condom thing?”
