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

expectantly, waiting for an explanation.
    Why was he so angry? He was acting like I had disrespected his mother. I knew I shouldn't have been poking around in his tool box in the first place, but this was too much. I was starting to get ticked off by his cocky attitude. I hadn't signed up to live in a cave.
    I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. "I'm sorry," I started, beginning to reconstruct my braid.
    "No, you're not," snarled Laz from behind me. "But you will be."
    "What is that supposed to mean?"
    Laz descended on me from behind, putting a hand over my nose and mouth. I clawed at his arms with weak fingers that slipped off him. That wasn't going to work. I stomped on the toes of his boots with the heels of my bare feet with all my might, but all that did was hurt my foot. I tried to demand that he move. My howling disappeared in the suffocating curve of his arm.
    I shoved the back of my head against his chest and dug my nails into his arm. Feeling his grip loosen, I slid my head out the gap of his elbow.
    "Get off of me, Laz! What do you think you're doing? This isn't funny."
    "Do you think I find it amusing that you came in here and disrespected me and my property?"
    "I'm not disrespecting anybody! Are you crazy? I'm sorry! Please. Let me go. I'll do anything."
    Laz released me from his hold. I slid to the ground, landing on my hands and feet. My braids had unraveled in the commotion. I had struggled with him so much that I could see little jewels of blood in my fingertips.
    "What are you going to do for me?" asked Laz matter-of-factly. He roughly stroked the bristles of his beard.
    "I don't know. I'm already down here. Do you want me to drop and give you twenty push-ups?"
    Laz's low, dry chuckle sent an icy blast through the pit of my gut. "Almost funny, but not quite, Earthling."
    "What do you want?"
    I gulped back the rest of my words. Laz's smoldering green eyes were looking at my face, but they lingered on my mouth. I gaped at him, staring at the bulge visible through his pants. His gaze was fixated on my mouth as he unfastened his pants and kicked them aside.
    A tight black loincloth barely covered his full-blown erection.
    My panties were moist. Shame and embarrassment smacked me in the face, but I couldn't help it. The thickness of his cock prominently protruded through the stretchy material of his loincloth. I peeled my eyes away from the swollen package between his legs and pushed all the shamefully dirty thoughts to the back of my mind.
    What was wrong with me? I shouldn't like this or get turned on by it.
    "Take off your clothes."
    "What? But I..."
    "Did I fucking stutter?" Laz spat at me. He bent down on one knee and looked into my face. I knew he was strikingly handsome, but from this angle and distance, I realized he was frightening as well. "That was an order."
    He didn't shout, but for some reason, his lowered voice was more terrifying. I got to my feet, and I realized I was shaking like I never had before. I unzipped the back of my stained pastel dress. My shoulders emerged one at a time. A blast of cold open air embraced me as my dress fell around my navel.
    I had to wiggle to pull it down over my hips. Instinctively, I moved my hands to cover my exposed boobs and my wet pussy lips. I nervously twiddled with the smooth ends of my light blonde pubes, feeling vulnerable and nude in the middle of a strange cave.
    "At ease."
    I lifted my arms slowly and tucked them behind my back.
    "Feet apart. Straighten your back," Laz commanded scathingly. "I should let you have it right now for that shit stance you're giving me."
    I obeyed immediately and placed my feet shoulder-length apart. Laz circled me repeatedly holding his arms behind his back. He made soft grunts of approval as he inspected me from head to toe. I could feel his burning eyes looking over every inch of my body. It was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to move a muscle or make the smallest sound.
    Laz slapped a hand on my left