My Alien Threesome

Chapter Five

My body was stirring again, demanding attention, sex and release. But I fought my need, didn’t want to give in, turning over and over what Garrett had told me.

“I don’t expect you to believe me,” Garrett said softly, his breath tickling my lips, his words little kisses on my mouth. “But it’s the truth.” He cupped my jaw and feathered a kiss down my neck. He skimmed his fingertips along my throat, pausing when I turned in to his touch.

“I want to believe you,” I said, but doubt lingered, why, I couldn’t say. Maybe I’d been burnt one time too many. “When you agreed to be my partner, you only wanted to keep a low profile, right?”

“Yes,” he said. “That was the plan.”

“You used me.”

“I fell for you, sweetheart.”

I hrumpfed but brought my face closer to him, loving the scrape of his beard stubble against my chin. And greedy me, I curled tighter against the hard, hot cock pressing against my butt cheeks. Garrett carressed my front—throat, breasts, my belly—while Slyte took care of my back, tracing my spine with a single finger, his hand slick with oil.

I sensed that Garrett avoided touching Slyte while it was apparent that the Dezrian couldn’t care less about the other naked male in the bed. But it made me feel as if there were an invisible line drawn along the side of my body. Still, line or no line, the feeling of two pairs of hands traveling along my body was intensely satisfying.

Slyte’s hand settled around my breasts from behind to tease my nipples into hard buds and his knuckles rasped across Garrett’s chest. Oh, oh, I thought with a smile, he’d just crossed the border.

Garrett backed slightly away from me, or rather, from Slyte’s hand, proving that my assumption had been right.

“Show me the thing on your chest once more,” I said to distract him before he changed his mind about sharing the bed with Slyte and me.

He raised his brow and gave me a look, as if he guessed my intentions, and I traced my finger across the scars on his chest. There, above his heart, was something spiky like barbed wire beneath the scar tissue.

“And you can’t remove it by yourself?” I asked.

“As archaic as it is to put it in place, it’s a sophisticated device.”

I was silent, closing my eyes, partly because Slyte’s caressing touch made me shiver, partly because I was sick to my stomach. “If only you had told me—”

“And have you come after me? You wouldn’t have stood a chance. I’d rather have you hate me than risk your life. And I was sorry,” he said quietly. “It wasn’t a lie.”

“You should have told me when you entered our partnership that you had unfinished business with this guy.” And not any guy, no, it had to be someone so high up and with a reputation so clean you knew he was bone rotten.

“When I got wind of his illegal activities, I wanted out of my pilot contract. You could say a long-time friendship was over. I offered to pay a penalty for the outstanding time, which he didn’t accept. I left anyway, threatening that I’d report him to the confederation.”

“Now that wasn’t smart,” I said. “He probably has half of the officials in his pocket.”

“I know,” Garrett said. “It wasn’t smart and it backfired. His thugs came looking for me when he couldn’t find someone stupid enough to replace me. But I wasn’t easy to find. Until we checked into that motel. The kid who showed us the room, he must have recognized me, knew that there was reward on my head.”

I’d heard of slaves being imprisoned by explosives beneath their skin. But I hadn’t seen it before. “What triggers it?” I asked, my throat tight.

“If they don’t replace it every three days, it starts releasing poison into my blood. They made damn sure that I stick around this time. I had to fly missions under the radar, violating confederation regulations left and right. But, hey, in his own twisted way, he has honor. My contract with him is now up, so I’m soon free again.”

“Just like that?”

He nodded. “I was on my way to debrief when my ship crashed. After the debrief, they’ll take out the device and my life is my own again.”

“You’re not letting them get away with what they did to you, right?”

“I might know a thing or two to bring him down, but that needs planning,” he said quietly. “And right now, I don’t want to think about it. Not when I have you finally back in my arms.”

I was still trying to come to terms with his story. Something else nudged at my brain, but I couldn’t pinpoint what was bothering me. But I knew better than to expect that the confederation would come to the rescue of an independent pilot who’d gotten himself into trouble. By the time the paperwork with the complaint was filed, he’d have been dead.

Tears pricked at my eyes, tears of fury and the pain of a broken heart. “Damn you, Garrett. Why didn’t you tell me, contact me?”

“I couldn’t,” he said. “Not without putting you in danger. I left the room after you fell asleep to get something to drink. They’d been already waiting. I promised to go quietly if they let me pack my stuff. I managed to scribble the note before they dragged me away. I feared you’d wake up, attack them, do something heroic. Feared they would take you along if they realized how much you meant to me. He’s a dangerous guy, I don’t want him to know you exist. I wrote you the note so you wouldn’t come looking for me.”

“And now you’ve found me.”

“Yes, and a few days sooner than I’d hoped for too. Imagine my surprise spotting you across the room. And the next thing I see is you drinking that stuff.”

My thoughts blurred for a second as Slyte pulled me into him, his cock slipping between my legs. My slick pussy coated his length, making it impossible to keep my hips still. I rocked against him, his cock teasing my clit. I slid my hand between my thighs, touching him, touching myself.

Garrett lifted his arm, touched my cheeks with his finger. “You’re all flushed and heated.”

I gazed into Garrett’s dark eyes, my emotions impossible to sort out. Anger and love, sadness and lust, all mixed up in one. When I let out a long moan, my stomach a tight knot of tension, my fingers working my clit faster, Garrett spoke up. While I didn’t understand his words, I thought I detected an exasperated tone to it.

Slyte gathered my arms behind my back and clamped one big hand around my wrists. I struggled against my sudden loss of freedom. Both moved closer until I was trapped between their bodies. All that hardness pressing against me did nothing to calm my too fast breath.

“Relax,” Garrett said, “you’re still a hot mess, but we’ll take care of you.” He brought his nose closer to mine, his tongue teasing me to part my lips. “My love,” he whispered before he deepened his kiss.

He tasted hot and dangerous and with the promise of future heartbreak. I wrapped one leg around his calf, arching upward. But he was lying to me, wasn’t he? No way was his story true. It couldn’t be. It would mean that he hadn’t really dumped me. That he’d planned to come back to me. It would mean that he loved me—and that was certainly too difficult a concept to grasp right now. All I did was feel and take and wish for more.

I kissed Garrett, duelling with his tongue for dominance because we were both eager to explore each other. I let him win, softened against him. His kisses were long and deep, lazy in his delight to explore my mouth and tongue and the edge of my teeth.

Slyte still held my arms behind my back, making touching myself impossible. I forgave him this cruelty because he thrust his cock between my folded hands. It surprised me how turned-on it made me, giving him an involuntarily handjob. He was slick with oil, and I gave him a tighter grip, his cock moving smoothly between the palms of my hands.

Playfully, Garrett nipped into my bottom lip, moved lower, closed his mouth around a nipple and sucked while Slyte’s oil-slicked cock pumped into my hands. I came, stunning myself, but the pull at my breast gave me a sharp orgasm that left me breathless for a second. It wasn’t enough, though for once, my heart didn’t feel as if it would explode. I wanted, needed to be fucked. No more fooling around.

“Garrett,” I said. “I’m feeling a whole lot better.”

“That’s great, Chiara,” he said, clearly not believing any of it. “You just came because I sucked on your nipple.”

“No, I didn’t,” I said, lying through my teeth. “But I want you inside me now.”

He searched my face, placed his hand on my chest, evidently checking my heartbeat. But I could see it in his dilated pupils. He wanted me as much as I him. And Slyte behind me was making me crazy, even though he’d stopped thrusting into my hands and he loosened the hold on my wrists. My lower back was slippery from the oil and my ass rubbed sensually against the hardness of his cock. The Dezrian wouldn’t deny me, I was sure. Arching my back, I pressed tighter against his cock, hoping that my movement spoke for itself. I lusted for one male and I was in love with the other. Both were in bed with me, naked and aroused.

And I knew exactly what it would take to get the drink out of my system.

“Garrett,” I said, my voice husky. “Do you remember how you made love to me?”

“Thought about it for every damn night in the last weeks,” he answered roughly. “But we have to take it slow.” His hand rested on my waist and he gripped me painfully tight, telling me better than anything else how much he wanted me in return.

“Feel how wet I am for you,” I whispered, and moaned when he did. His hand cupped my mound, too gently. “Slip a finger inside me, please.” Curse me if I couldn’t seduce him.

While I watched Garrett’s struggle with his needs and his apprehension, I grasped Slyte’s cock and directed him between my legs. I remembered how good his thick cock had felt inside my mouth. I shivered to think how intense it would be if he fucked my ass. I held on to that thought, hoping that the Dezrian would pick up on it.

I closed my eyes, swallowing a moan. He had picked up on it. Concentrating on the invading feel of a finger slippery with oil against my anus, I felt my eyes pop open as he pushed smoothly in, his grunt one of satisfaction. The thick head of a cock replaced the finger. He pushed slowly in and I pushed back, a cry on my lips as he stretched me. His hand grasped around my hip, steadying me as he thrust his oiled cock deeper in my ass. His breath came hard against my neck. I reveled in this raw act, in the carnal connection to him. It satisfied me in a primal way.

I directed my gaze at Garrett, who undoubtedly knew that I had encouraged Slyte into giving me what I wanted.

“I need this,” I said, pleading, hoping he’d understand. “But I need you too.”

“I understand,” Garrett said, but a muscle in his jaw twitched. “I want you to have all you need, from whoever can give it to you.” His mouth pressed to a thin line, but his chest rose and fell with a quickened breath. “But it’s not easy to watch you with him. As I said, I don’t like to share the woman I love.”

“I want you both,” I whispered, my breathing ragged. “I want to feel you both inside me. Do it, Garrett, do it, please. I need you.” I closed my hand around his cock, hot and heavy against my palm. At that moment, making love with him was worth dying for.

“Angle your hips,” Garrett said and clasped his hand around my thigh, lifted my leg, showed me what he meant. He moved so close to me his breath blew strands of hair across my forehead.

Doubts rose in me as the thick head of his cock nudged against my pussy. How could I possibly fit both in me? Both were large, Slyte already stretched me wide. I bit my lip as Garrett clamped his hand around my butt cheek, arched me farther toward him. Slyte pulled slightly out of me, wrapped his hand around my thigh to lift it and spread me for Garrett. My pussy was slick and welcoming, drenched with my juices, but he didn’t slide in slowly. He thrust hard up, drove his cock deep into my core.

My breath left my body in a whosh and I convulsed around him, my pussy clamping down on his cock. When I’d stopped shaking, Slyte moved his hips, thrusting deeper into my ass again. Our legs were tangled, all lines were crossed. And Garrett did this for me, gave me what I begged of him. Thanking him seemed such a silly thing to do. When both men began moving, fucking me in slow strokes, I heard Garrett whisper that I was so tight, that I felt so fucking good. It made me sure that thanks weren’t necessary, but I was damn grateful anyway.

I clung to his shoulder, the feeling of both men buried so deep within me driving away my last rational thought. Slyte moved smoothly in and out, each thrust of him making my eyes widen at the intensity. And Garrett fucked my pussy in long strokes, each thrust stretching me further. It was a dance of giving and taking and soon I was lost in the sound of flesh meeting flesh, our breath and my own moans.

Slyte’s slammed his cock into my ass and I took each stroke greedily. Knowing both males could feel each other within me sent my own lust to a new level of arousal. I clenched around Garrett’s cock, relishing how unsteady his breath came. “Do it harder,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

I stopped moving, let myself be moved by the two men, their hands intertwined on my hip, until Slyte’s cock thickened as he spilled his come, but it was Garrett’s hoarse cry that did me in. He slammed into me, hard and deep, and I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing in my pussy, his climax sent me hurling over the edge. I thought my pussy wouldn’t stop convulsing, wouldn’t stop sending these shockwaves through my entire body. I feared I’d simply not stop climaxing while both men were so tightly connected to me.

When I finally, thankfully, stopped shaking, they still held me in their arms.

Too sated for words, the temptation of sleep was luring me, but instead of giving in, I forced myself to stay awake, feeling selfish for my demand of the dual attention I’d received.

Resting my cheek against Garrett’s chest, I listened to the drum of his heart. It was a steady beat, but the ragged scar on his chest felt terrible against my skin.

“Garrett,” I said, keeping my cheek pressed close to his chest, “when you said Slyte would do anything I demand, was that the truth?”

“Yes, but he isn’t stupid. Once I told him how the drink affected you, you were perfectly safe with him.”

“So you just wanted to stay with me?”

“You figured that one out,” he said, his chest vibrating with a chuckle. “That’s a good sign. Well, I didn’t like the idea of you alone with him. Forgive me?”

I was quiet, not because of his question, but because I was dead sure that my libido wasn’t out of control anymore. Slyte moved behind me, pressing a kiss against the nape of my neck, but it was just that, a kiss. It didn’t set my heart racing. I felt relaxed and sticky yet exhausted—a hot shower sounded more tempting than another round of sex. And I could juggle several thoughts at once in my head. And I’d just figured out what had troubled me since he’d told me why he’d left me that note.

“For how long have you been on Dezra waiting for your ship to be repaired?”

There was a quickening to his heartbeat, I could clearly hear it.

“After this night, four days.”

Four. And the device had to be replaced after three days. It might already be affecting him. His life depended on getting off Dezra. And he knew I had the means to help him. But he couldn’t ask, knowing that he’d wronged me in the past. Knowing I might even hate him.

“You need my ship,” I said, curiously relieved that I’d finally figured out what he wanted from me. “You need my ride.”

“Yes,” he said dryly. “It crossed my mind.”

How was I to know that he hadn’t used our chance meeting to his advantage? How was I to know that he hadn’t fooled me? Maybe he had used my defenselessness to get close to me again, to make me believe he still loved me. To make me fall in love with him again.

He would have known that I’d figure out that his life was in danger—he’d given me all the clues, the timeline, the story about how the device would kill him. He’d known I would put two and two together. He knew I wasn’t stupid—but lovesick.

What kind of woman wouldn’t want to save the man she loved? But it would mean trusting him with my most prized possession—my space glider. It was my life, my income, my means to support myself. How was I to know that he wouldn’t steal my ship, along with my heart, and never come back again?

“How am I to trust you?”

“I promise, I’ll be back in time for your friend’s wedding. But I’d understand why you wouldn’t give me a second chance.”

A second chance. My throat grew tighter. He was so close, his scent filling my senses, the warmth of his skin, his cock still inside my pussy. Hadn’t he shown me that he loved me when he’d given in to my wish to share with another man? Had his apprehension been real, his jealousy, his love? Or was I just his ticket to get off Dezra?

“What am I supposed to do?” Though, if I were honest with myself, I already knew the answer.

Two days later

How big a fool was I?

After I’d told Garrett the ship’s access codes, he’d whispered promises back, his face so open, so honest. When he had finally slipped out of the bed and left, I’d wondered how many times I’d watched him convince people into giving him what he wanted, wearing the same honest and open expression. Too many times to count. Refusing to cry, I’d curled into Slyte’s warm embrace and slept ’til morning broke. We shared breakfast, but that was where our intimacy had ended. I was free of the drink’s effect and nothing remained but the memory of the carnal night with both men.

Yesterday, I’d seen Jana from afar but hadn’t talked to her. Even though I could use a friend, I knew better than to trouble a happy bride with my sappy story of heartbreak and tears. I wouldn’t ruin her wedding with my worries. I spent the evening at Slyte’s side, but the Dezrian hadn’t even tried to kiss me, as if he was aware that my heart ached for Garrett, which, come to think of it, Slyte most certainly knew.

Garrett hadn’t returned. Yet. And I was struck with loneliness, longing and a sense of doom that he wouldn’t keep his word.

And today was Jana’s official wedding ceremony.

I’d spent the morning in my own quarters, making myself ready for Jana’s big day. I half hoped to find Garrett in my rooms. Then later, I’d hoped to spot him among the waiting wedding guests.

But there was no sign of him anywhere and nothing could chase away the bitter taste in my mouth that he’d fooled me.

The wedding ceremony started, even though there wasn’t a glimpse of Jana or her groom yet. Speech after important-sounding speech—I didn’t understand a word but was sure it was significant—while music was being played in the background. I had no idea how anyone could comprehend a word with the music playing and guests chattering. Looked as if Dezrians were big on multitasking their senses.

It also looked as though I would have to attend the ceremony standing up. The formal room wasn’t furnished with seats. But Slyte was at my side, holding my hand. I shot a glance at him, squeezed his hand. He felt like a friend, someone to rely on instead of a lover to desire. Anyway, I was glad I wasn’t attending Jana’s wedding alone. For a second, I envied my friend, who was so sure of her love that she’d given up her life on Earth to follow her fiancé to his home planet.

Not that I regretted the night with both men. But my ship…giving Garrett my ship was something altogether different.

Had I learned nothing?

I almost crushed Slyte’s hand when I sensed someone stepping behind me, a set of arms wrapping around my middle. I caught Slyte’s gaze, who gave me a wink before he let go of my hand, giving me space. I rose up to my toes, gave Slyte a quick kiss on his cheek, thanking him for, I guess, everything.

“Have I missed anything?” Garrett whispered, beard stubble on his chin brushing against my neck as he placed a kiss there. “Wedding hasn’t started yet?”

I shook my head, my throat too tight to speak.

“Told you I’d be back in time.”

Yes, he had, I thought, my knees weak. He’d also told me that he loved me. I closed my eyes, my mouth curling up to a stupid grin. “I’m looking for a new business partner,” I said. “I can tell you’d be the perfect guy for the job. Strictly professional, of course.” I leaned against his chest. “What do you think?”

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Garrett said, pulling me around to face him. I expected a kiss, but instead he pressed a glass into my hands. “Let’s drink to second chances.”

I curled my fingers around the slender, long-stemmed flute. “That better not be what I think it is.”

“Only one way to find out, Chiara,” he said, bringing his glass against mine in a toast. “You trust me?”

I searched his face, the gold-flecked dark eyes, his wicked grin. Damn, yes, I trusted him. “To second chances,” I said and knocked back my drink.