Free Caitlyn and the Alien Protector (Intergalactic Brides 7) by Jessica Coulter Smith Page B

was fucking.
    With a hand braced on the wall, he stroked harder, faster. The sounds of his palm stroking his cock filled the shower and he imagined it was his body slapping against Caitlyn’s as he claimed her body and soul. He muffled his cry against his arm and he came, jets of cum spraying the shower wall. Cosmir willed his heart to slow and cleaned up the mess before finishing his shower.
    He shut off the water, dried off, and dressed. When he left the bathroom, he tossed his sweats into his room and went to get Katy, who was patiently flipping through a board book in the middle of her floor. When she saw him, she toddled over and held up her hands. Cosmir lifted her over the gate and carried her to the kitchen, where he strapped her into her high chair and clipped the tray into place.
    Cosmir scrambled the eggs in a skillet while Katy played, smacking her spoon against the edge of the tray. He’d popped the bacon in the microwave and the cinnamon toast was in the oven, the one thing he was certain his daughter would eat. He’d been able to coax her to eat a few bites of egg over the last few weeks -- often with it being spit back out -- but she didn’t seem to care for bacon or plain toast. He’d have to make a list of things she liked and didn’t like before he turned her care over to Caitlyn.
    As he finished the eggs, adding a little pepper to them, he heard Caitlyn enter the kitchen… and made the mistake of looking her way. He damn near dropped the skillet as he took in her tousled hair, sleepy eyes, and skimpy pajamas. If he’d known that’s what she was sleeping in, he’d probably have been awake all night, trying to figure out how to get her out of them.
    “Morning,” she said with a husky voice.
    “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
    She nodded and claimed a seat next to Katy as she yawned.
    “Not a morning person?” he asked.
    She cracked a smile. “Not until I’ve had at least one cup of coffee. Please tell me you have some.”
    “I have one of those machines that makes it one cup at a time. I’d be happy to make you a cup. Just remind me before bed tonight to show you how it works so you can make some while I’m at work the next two days.”
    “Thanks.”
    Cosmir scraped the eggs into a bowl and placed it on the table, then put the bacon beside it before removing the toast from the oven. Once everything was ready, he brewed a cup of coffee for each of them then took a seat across from her on Katy’s other side.
    “I wouldn’t have pictured you as the type to cook,” she said as she took a sip of coffee.
    “It was one of the first things I learned to do. It was either cook for myself or eat out all the time. It made more sense to learn to cook. Buying food isn’t as expensive as ordering out for every meal. The cost of one dinner at a restaurant would feed me all day if I made my own food. Not that I’m hurting for money, but why throw it away if you don’t have to?”
    “Makes sense.”
    “I hope you like your eggs scrambled. Katy refuses to eat them any other way, and even scrambled it’s sometimes a chore to get her to take a few bites.”
    Caitlyn smiled. “Scrambled is my second favorite, especially if you add some cheese to them.”
    Cosmir studied her over his coffee cup. “What’s your first favorite?”
    “Over easy. I like to break the yolks and dip my bacon in it.”
    “I’ve never tried that, but it sounds interesting.”
    Cosmir watched his daughter munch on a piece of toast, sugar and cinnamon dusting her face. She watched Caitlyn with a fascination he’d never seen on her face before and it made him wonder what she was thinking. Was she missing her mother? Did she think Caitlyn was a replacement mother? Or did she just find Caitlyn as beautiful as he did and was a bit awestruck?
    “Are you calling the doctor today?” Caitlyn asked.
    “I spoke with him this morning. Jerick said he would see you tomorrow at ten in the morning. You’ll want to leave a