Free Naima: A SciFi Alien Mail Order Bride Romance (TerraMates Book 7) by Lisa Lace

involuntarily. I could feel the solid ridges of his washboard stomach muscles gently brushing against the flesh of my lower back.
    I felt the walls of my pussy contracting. Now I was losing control of my body. A dribble of my pussy juices oozed out against my will, lubricating my sex. I couldn't explain the conflicted feelings of arousal pulsing through my body.
    The sensation triggered a buzz in my left ear once again, and I could feel my cheeks heating up as they turned pink. Part of me liked how everything felt, but a smarter part of me knew this was neither the place nor time for intimacy.
    As luck would have it, an insufferable itch appeared on my ankle.
    In my position, all I could do was nudge one ankle against the other and try to rub them together. But as I adjusted my hips, his cock fell into my butt crack. My hips ground against him as I maneuvered to scratch myself. I started to feel his stiffening length swell in the cushion of my cheeks.
    "The coast is clear. You can get off me now."
    I wonder if you were getting off already
, I thought to myself. I rolled off of Laz right away. Glancing to my right between two mossy boulders, I saw the little backs of the retreating aliens. Laz reached for my clothes, turning away as he handed them to me. I grabbed my clothes and dressed with lightning speed before he turned around.
    "Are you going to let them get away with our stuff?" I asked him curiously. My forehead wrinkled.
    "Affirmative," grunted Laz. He took the bar of soap and started to scrub off the smell from his fingers under the waterfall.
    "But why?"
    "They're not our enemy," Laz replied without skipping a beat. His eyes remained focused on his hands, but I thought I could hear a hint of emotion in his tone. "They were just hungry."
    The raw honesty in his words made me ashamed I had asked about their future.
    "That's a good point. I guess I'm paranoid from my only other Xylo encounter."
    "Next time you want to prance around naked in the middle of enemy territory, I suggest you let me know ahead of time. It will be easier for me to take care of you if I know you're going to do something stupid before anything happens."
    "Excuse me? I can look after myself, thank you very much. Wait, where are you going?"
    "Back to the cave. Where else?"
    "There you go. Walking away from me again in the middle of a conversation. No surprise there." I sighed at the sight of Laz's back growing smaller in the distance.
    * * * *
    "Thirty-eight...thirty-nine...forty."
    The moment my body touched the ground, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I didn't even move my arms. They were still crossed against my chest as I slowly caught my breath. My calf muscles were starting to get tired. They had been propped up against the wall for over thirty minutes. I placed my fingers into the slight hollows of my abs and examined the work-in-progress.
    Satisfied, I swung my legs off the wall and sat up. I reached for my water jug to replenish the sweat I had lost from my workout. With Laz doing his own thing for most of the day, I was left to find ways to entertain myself.
    I set the jug down next to me. This boredom was enough to drive anyone to tears. What was I supposed to do around here all day?
    I poked around in the open box of supplies Laz left laying around and found a couple of thick, multipurpose bands. Holding the bands between my hands, I pulled them apart to test their durability. I leaned back against the wall and gathered the front part of my hair. As I settled into the silence, I began to braid my hair lazily.
    "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
    I jumped off the ground immediately. My hands fell to my sides. Laz was standing by the cave entrance. The daylight struck him at an angle that made his upper body appear cloaked in shadows.
    "I was just fixing my hair."
    My teeth were chattering, and I was stuttering uncontrollably. Laz moved toward me and stopped next to his open toolbox. He whipped around and scowled at me