Free Guard (A Sci-Fi Alien Romance) by Zara Harris Page A

guide himself into me. I was biting my lip so hard that it took me a couple moments to realize it didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite. The feeling of his erection inside me was sending my body crazy with desire all over again.
    Simo groaned as he pushed deep inside me and started to pull out again, just as slowly. I bucked against him. He thrust into me again, less slowly this time. His face was contorted with pleasure. I could tell he was trying desperately hard to stop himself from letting go. I reached up and stroked his face.
    I felt his shaft grow even harder inside of me. Even though I’d never experienced this before I knew he was close. I squeezed as hard as I could. He moaned helplessly and pushed deeper inside me than ever. I held him tight and kissed his temple as he pushed against me one last time with a fearsome roar.

Chapter Nineteen
    We’d been silent for several minutes – I was listening to the rhythmic sound of the train speeding along the tracks. I assumed he was sleeping.
    “Simo?”
    He jerked awake. “Yeah?”
    I regretted waking him immediately – I didn’t want this moment to end, not ever. I put my arms around him and held him tight. “How long do we have?”
    He leaned on his left arm and looked at his watch.
    “Well?”
    He shook his head. “Not long.”
    I sighed.
    “Don’t worry,” he said, with a cheerfulness that wasn’t reflected in his face. He pulled strands of hair away from my face. “You know what my mother taught me as a kid, when I was worried about people finding out I was an alien and running me out of town?”
    I shook my head. “No. What?”
    “Que sera sera. She’d sing me that song. Do you know it?”
    I shook my head.
    “I’d stay awake at night, terrified that they’d come and take me. She’d come into my room in her bathrobe and slippers and hold me and sing that song. Whatever will be, will be.”
    “We can’t do anything about it.”
    He nodded. “I’m not a little boy anymore. I’m going to do everything I can. But we shouldn’t worry about the future.”
    I listened to the sounds of the train, trying to tell whether we’d slowed down. I told myself over and over that what will be, will be. But deep down I struggled to stop worrying.
    “Tell me about her,” I said.
    “My mother?”
    I nodded.
    “She was brilliant,” he whispered.
    I hesitated. “Was?”
    “Yeah. She died when I was eight.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    He glanced at me. “So am I. I wish you could have met her.”
    “She was human, your brother said?”
    He nodded. “Yeah. My father was one of the first to come here. It’s rumored that the whole thing was his idea. Some of them saw the problem early. They saw what was happening to the Erostrian women. At first they thought that they could all relocate to Earth while the women healed and they worked out a way to decontaminate Eros. My father and some of the early settlers came to see how that might work. But then the women started dying. And what was supposed to be a mission turned permanent. He stayed here.”
    “Where is he?”
    Simo shook his head. “I’m not sure. Last I heard he was in France.”
    “He must be pretty important now if it was all his idea.”
    “You’d think so. But he was too far ahead of his time. Word got out that he’d had a child with a human woman. Things were different then. And he had a wife back in Eros.”
    “Saman’s mom.”
    He nodded. “Yeah. Saman came here not long after she died.”
    “Why does he hate you so much?”
    He looked at me sadly. “I honestly don’t know. It wasn’t like that before. Some of our people hate humans. They see you as inferior and resent the fact that we need you for our race to survive. Saman was never like that. It’s true what I said. We grew up as brothers. I was always his brother. You saw the way he looked at me earlier. It was like I sickened him.”
    “Because of who your mother was?”
    “Probably. That’s what I don’t understand. It’s not