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. Ellora’s Cave Publishing www.ellorascave.com My Alien Threesome ISBN 9781419933622 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED My Alien Threesome Copyright © 2011 Amy Redwood Edited by Mary Moran Cover art by Syneca Electronic book publication March 2011 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. 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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. 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 checkin 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 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. So I let them trick me out until I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror anymore. I looked like a girl, complete with a long, flowing dress and high heels. If any of my pilot collegues saw me like this, they’d die laughing. I started to wrap my belt holding my phaser around my waist but was given another lecture about “tradition”. Apparently, it wasn’t okay to bring weapons to a wedding party. There was a knock at the door and the younger women around me started giggling again. “Should I get that?” I asked. “Tradition,” the elderly woman said, nodding her head. I threw open the door, hoping it would be Jana. “Oh,” I said, taking in the Dezrian male standing there. He gave me a grin, sharp canines showing, dark eyes sparkling. “Oh,” I said again, blushing because this male was so damn easy on the eyes, and the giggling behind me proved that the other women thought so as well. “This is Slyte,” the elderly woman said, stepping next to me and giving me a push against the small of my back. “Go now.” “Okay,” I said, grinning, “but only because it’s tradition.” Despite the long trip from Earth to Dezra, I was wide-awake and a rush of adrenaline surged through my blood. Easy to guess why I was so excited. I was one of the first human visitors on this planet. But the Dezrian bowing to me while locking eyes with me was an even bigger kick. * Slyte still eyed me with dark, hot eyes and hand-fed me fruit dripping with sticky juice. And he had done so tirelessly for at least the last hour. I couldn’t complain. Who knew what his official role was though. He was either my protector or a guard to make sure I kept my human toes in line. I’d probably never know. “You don’t talk much, do you?” I asked him, but it was a rhetorical question. He hadn’t said a word throughout the evening, not that it bothered me. I fully intended to take a big bite out of him later. He was all coppery skin and bulky muscles. It had been too long since I’d taken a bite out of anyone. Screw the bruises on my heart, they’d heal some day. I closed my eyes and listened to the voices all around me. The Dezrian language sounded brusque if melodious, especially when hundreds of wedding guests chattered all at once. Due to some local tradition, Jana wasn’t attending the