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  My Alien Threesome

  Amy Redwood

  Space pilot Kyra fears that sleeping with her partner is a bad idea. She’s right.

  When a wedding takes her to planet Dezra, she’s soon pursued by a sexy alien male. Someone should have told her not to drink the local aphrodisiac. It creates an internal inferno that has her panting for sex. Luckily, there’s that sexy alien to ease her sensual ache. Unluckily, there’s also her former partner, who broke her heart. But he wants her back, at all costs. Even if he has to share her with another male first.

  Publisher’s Note: To read Jana and Qay’s story, check out Alien Best Man.

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  My Alien Threesome

  ISBN 9781419933622

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  My Alien Threesome Copyright © 2011 Amy Redwood

  Edited by Mary Moran

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book publication March 2011

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  Chapter One

  Earth, Year 2217

  “Is the room okay?” The greasy-haired punk moonlighting as a porter at the harbor docking motel threw open a door. “It’s our last one.”

  I made a turn around the shoebox-sized room, checking for possible death traps but really just trying to be blasé about the only piece of furniture inside the place—a narrow, single bed.

  “We’ll take it,” Garrett said, quickly completing the check-in process.

  My throat grew tight. Twelve weeks of keeping my feelings close to my chest and I was still hoping that my crush on Garrett would eventually evaporate into nothingness. Would evaporate into thin air like the toxic fumes my space glider emitted at each start and landing. And now this.

  Bar noise wafted up to our room—music and slurred voices from travelers and other pilots stuck in this hole for tonight. The punk left, but not before taking a final look at Garrett, his face twisting to a ratlike grin as if he had just spotted a juicy corpse.

  “You sure it’s safe to stay overnight?” I asked, switching on the bathroom light.

  “Got a better idea, Kyra?”

  “We could stay on board,” I said, knowing that this would violate the harbormaster’s law, and the penalty could include grounding my ship for days. All ships needed to be vacated at night—security reasons.

  “It’s only for a few hours.” Garrett adjusted the screen that blocked the window view. Outside, the docking station was brightly illuminated, and somewhere out of view was my girl, my space glider, held captive for the night. “I’ve secured us the first starting permit next morning.”

  I nodded, watching a ship taking off as another touched down. The floor beneath my feet vibrated lightly. I cursed anyone who held a special permit that allowed them to ignore the nightly curfew.

  Garrett pulled a rolled-up mat from his bag, spread it out on the floor in front of the window.

  I met his gaze. “You can have the bed. I actually don’t mind—”

  “Drop it.” He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me to wonder why the room with the single bed made me so jumpy. When he came back, his dark hair was slick with water, his face glistening with it. He’d taken off his shirt and vest, taken off his communicator and earpiece. “All yours,” he said, stretching out on his mat below the window.

  All yours, I thought, looking at his lean, muscled torso. If only.

  I escaped with my bag into the bath, washed, changed into fresh clothes for the night. The bedroom was dark after I switched off the bathroom light. Dark except for a patch of light underneath the window where the glare of the security lights filtered through the screen. Beams of light hit him, illuminating his bare chest, the stretched-out legs, the muscled arms folded behind his head.

  And standing hidden in the dark, I let my guard slip like a coat too heavy with rain.

  I soaked in the sight of him, allowed my longing to be naked and unrestrained. I’d feel better come morning, when we returned to business as usual. But for tonight, our routine broken, I longed for something more with this man. More than sharing flight plans, job contracts, gains, losses and the next lunch. I felt a hot flush warming my face just thinking about how it would feel if he would touch me, not casually, but with intent.

  My hands balled to fists. Work and love didn’t mix—it was a rule I didn’t dare break. I wondered if I should get up and get a couple of drinks downstairs. Get laid. Something to take off the edge.

  Instead, I slipped between the sheets, closed my eyes and tortured myself by imagining how he’d look above me, naked, thrusting.

  “Kyra, I think we have to talk.”

  I tensed, feeling caught, then relaxed. He had many skills, but even he couldn’t read minds.

  “Can’t it wait ’til morning?”

  “Did you know that as a child, I was nearsighted?”

  “So what?”

  “So before I turned sixteen, I went and had that fixed.”

  “Fascinating,” I said. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to catch some sleep.“

  “I upgraded the procedure to get night vision as well.”

  “Well, good for you.” It was a costly procedure, but pilots went to great length to be the best at their profession. I’d considered it myself, but so far, the risks outweighed the benefits. But his dark eyes hadn’t suffered, hadn’t lost their spark or turned lifeless. Thank the stars. “That all?”

  “No,” he said, sounding amused for reasons beyond me.

  I pushed the sheets away from me, got up. “I’m not tired after all. I’ll grab a drink downstairs.” I slipped into my boots, not planning to return before morning broke. I’d go crazy with unfulfilled lust otherwise.

  “Kyra?”

  I fumbled around in the dark, snapped my belt closed and pocketed my weapon. He said my name again, and I spun around, taking a deep breath before I calmly said, “Yes?”

  “You’re not going downstairs to get laid, are you?”

  “None of your fucking business,” I said, my heart pounding in my throat, then laughed to take the sting out of my words. I was already at the door when he closed his hands around my shoulders. I hadn’t even heard him move.

  “I can’t let you do that,” he said, his breath warm at my neck. “It’s too dangerous downstairs.”

  “I’ve been in worse places,” I said. “Simply imagine that I’m a guy, Garrett, if that makes you feel better.” I shook off his hands. “Don’t treat me like I’m a little girl.”

  “That’s the last thing I want to do,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Remember, night vision?
I saw how you looked at me.”

  I blinked, puzzled, turned around but couldn’t make out the look on his face in the dark. “What are you talking— Oh,” I said, my mind scrambling for a witty line that would bring us back to the comfortable level of communication we usually shared.

  “There’s something I wanted to do for a while,” he said, his fingers sneaking around my neck, pulling me close, brushing his mouth across mine.

  “Don’t,” I whispered, thinking about my stupid rule as he snapped open my belt. “It will fuck up everything.”

  Chapter Two

  Ten weeks later

  It was still in the middle of the night when I left my apartment. I picked up the sleep-aid Jana would need for a relaxed flight then grabbed a cab to fly me directly to the docks. At fifty stories above the ground, the chilled night wind whipped mercilessly across my face. I paid the cab, took a deep breath, wondering what the next days would bring me.

  I’d lie if I didn’t admit to myself that I was excited. Dezra. I’d never imagined that I’d be able to visit the planet. One just didn’t waltz uninvited into Dezrian territory. Few pilots could boast that they went there and lived to tell the tale. I’d already prepared my girl, my glider, for the trip, stored away a few personal items, so there was nothing else to do than wait for Jana to arrive.

  Across from the docks, a three-story-high screen blared the news into the night, and it was Jana’s face that flickered across the screen. High ranking Dezrian takes Earth-born commoner as wife. For thirty-two credits, I could download the complete story that promised some juicy gossip on top of it. It made me grin. I had a minor celebrity as a friend.

  I wondered if Garrett would ever make the news, and if this would be how I’d see him again. On a three-story-high screen while I stood shivering in the cold. Alone.

  That night, that cursed night ten weeks ago…

  We overstepped boundaries that night. I knew sleeping with him would fuck up everything good we had. I knew that our relationship would end up shipwrecked. But I had thought that it would happen gradually until we couldn’t stand working together anymore. What I hadn’t counted on was that it would happen overnight. That waking up the next morning, alone and abandoned, would destroy my heart.

  My eyes teared and I blamed it on the wind. Working my forearm across my face, I searched for Jana, the happy bride-to-be. But there was still no sign of her.

  I’d first met Jana ages ago, and we had formed an easy friendship that didn’t require daily or even weekly chats. We both led busy lives, but while she was blessed with the silver tongue of a natural-born diplomat, I’d been born with rocket fuel in my veins. I needed the open space to feel free. Jana was happy to kick ass while climbing the career ladder. I’d always figured she’d seek an even higher office in the confederation, but instead she’d fallen for an alien, a Dezrian, and she gave up everything she’d built for herself on Earth. I wasn’t sure if I admired her, felt jealous of the love she’d evidently found or if I should try to talk her out of it.

  Jana had been vague when I’d asked her how a wedding was celebrated on Dezra. But she’d asked me to fly her, be her bridesmaid of sorts, and whatever her other reasons were, I wouldn’t say no to the opportunity of being able to visit Dezra.

  I grinned as I finally spotted her, waved. She was fidgeting around, visibly nervous. I didn’t blame her. It took guts to do what she did. I closed my hand around the sleep-aid I brought her to ensure that she got some rest during the flight. And prevent her from throwing up.

  “Here, drink,” I said by way of greeting, and pressed the drink into her hand. “Or you’ll hurl for the next eight hours straight. And that’s with the gravity switch pulled.”

  “Not funny,” Jana answered, but obediently sipped. She made a face but bravely kept on sipping, despite the drink’s foul taste.

  “That’s all you’re taking with you?” I looked her over. “After twenty-nine happy years on Earth, all you take is one lousy bag?”

  “I don’t need much as long as I have Qay.”

  “By the stars, you are in deep.” I managed to keep the jealousy out of my words, but little warning bells went off in my head.

  I was about to fly Jana to a planet that had one of the harshest environments for humans. I flew her into the arms of a man, an alien, who I’d never met and knew only from watching the news. He was a handsome, towering male with coppery skin and eyes so piercing I’d think twice before trying to bullshit him. All in all, a worthy companion for my friend.

  “I love him if that’s what you mean,” Jana said, raising her voice over the hissing noise of a bigbellied trader, sounding defensive as all get-out.

  But Jana’s future husband was the ruler of Dezra. And once I touched down, I too would be at his mercy. Confederation laws and rules, already sketchy at best in many places, where null and void on Dezra. Whatever he did to us, he wouldn’t even be punishable on Earth, ever. Not until Dezra joined the confederation. And who knew when that would happen.

  “I guess his looks don’t hurt either,” I said with a grin to lighten the mood, cursing myself for being so bitchy.

  “He was the best thing that happened to me after…after—” she broke off, and it took me a couple of seconds to get what she meant.

  “After what happened with that…guy? Sorry,” I said quickly, kicking myself, remembering.

  Jana had been attacked while doing her job as a trade official by a Dezrian male. While I didn’t know what really happened between him and her, how badly she was assaulted, I knew that it had shaken her to the core. But this had happened quite awhile ago, and to this date, Jana hadn’t confided in me and I hadn’t pushed the topic. Some wounds needed to heal in silence. “I know you don’t like to talk about it.”

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I aimed my phaser at him, threatening I’d shoot him if he didn’t back off. He not only backed off, next day he was gone. Qay came to continue the negotiations. I fell for him.”

  “Wow,” I said, wondering if I should tell her that the sleep-aid she was drinking often made people talkative as well. “Amazing that they didn’t fire you.”

  “They waited until Qay signed the trade contract then they fired me.”

  “That’s the confederation for you,” I pressed through my teeth. Corrupt to the core. “Follow me. You haven’t met my girl yet, have you?”

  My sleek space glider gleamed chrome black under glaring white security lights. We boarded and Jana strapped herself into the chair behind me.

  “Ready?” I checked if she had downed the drink.

  “Can’t wait,” Jana said, sounding sleepy. “And I can’t wait to kick ass as Dezra’s new trade official. My old boss is in for a surprise.”

  I whistled. “So, Qay bagged himself a confederation insider as his wife. You sure he’s not just using you?” Smart, smart bastard.

  Jana laughed, as if hearing my thoughts. “Kyra, he loves me.”

  “Is it true that Dezrians can read minds?” I had heard rumors.

  “Qay can’t. I asked.”

  “You fell fast for him. Maybe too fast.”

  “Since when are you the word of caution?”

  Boy, she got that one right. Caution was the last thing I was known for. “Well, Dezra is not in the allied confederation yet, as you know best. They don’t adhere to common laws.”

  “But they will be in a couple of weeks.”

  “Still, it hasn’t happened yet. On Dezra, you’re at Qay’s mercy.” Shut up, I told myself. This discussion was helping no one right now. I hardly told her news.

  I threw a glance over my shoulder, saw Jana shiver in her seat, and kicked myself mentally. I was officially Earth’s worst bridesmaid. Not one more word against her future husband. Not one. Just because Garrett had kicked my heart black and blue didn’t mean all males were alike.

  I focused on navigating through the checkpoints toward open space, and when I glanced at Jana, she was already asleep. “Sorry,” I whispered
, “I’m just being protective, I guess.”

  I hesitated only a second before I activated the illegal database I’d installed a week ago. “Dezra,” I said, and watched the screen jump alive.

  Stats, maps, numbers flickered over the screen. What kind of weapons they used, what kind of defense mechanism. Information Dezra usually wouldn’t want to share with just anyone. They had rainforests to the north, great plains and deserts just about everywhere, a seacoast to the west. Temperatures way above comfortable for humans. Images of past and current rulers popped up and a detailed overview of their anatomy. Even Dezrian women seemed born warriors. Last but not least, an insider report on Dezra, usually top secret but here for me to sneak a peek.

  I soaked up the knowledge with the takeaway that the confederation really wanted to be on good terms with Dezra. Their technology was at least level with Earth’s if not more advanced; their physical and mental capabilities weren’t a match for any human. And they had, what, a king? I paused at the image of a predatory-looking Dezrian, my thoughts straying to Garrett, who had portrayed the same predatory grin the day I’d accepted him as my business partner. In hindsight, Garrett’s grin should have worried me instead of getting me all hot and bothered.

  Chapter Three

  When we arrived on Dezra, a flock of Dezrian women led us from Dezra’s docks to a large, glasslike dome. Something I appreciated because I wouldn’t want to spend the day beneath the planet’s harsh sun. Inside the dome, a small city. I was probably as wide-eyed as Jana, and it was the giggling and laughter and general upbeatness from everyone around us that made me smile in turn. Dezra was preparing for a wedding, not for an attack on two human women. I finally relaxed.

  I was shown separate quarters, not even on the same floor as Jana’s. The rooms were worthy for a queen, but unfortunately, I wasn’t alone. With me, half a dozen women, offering me drinks and food and clothes. While we didn’t share the same language, we nevertheless had fun. Until I was literally forced into a bathroom to clean up, and had to raise my voice to shoo away the girl who’d wanted to wash my hair for me. I gave up the fight when they pulled a dress over my head, not letting me wear any of my own clothes. An elderly woman told me with a stern voice about “tradition”, seemingly the only word she knew in my language. The last thing I wanted to do was upset their customs.