Her Alien Hero (1Night Stand) (5 page)
“I’d listen to him.” A short, African-Canadian woman with long, bleached-blonde hair eased up to the bar beside Melinda. “Any guy who apologizes and accepts the blame has got to be worth a second chance. Unless he hit you.” She turned her attention to Cooper, staring him down. “You didn’t hurt her, did you?”
“No, ma’am. Never.” He gulped at the intensity of her gaze.
“Fine, talk.” Melinda sipped her drink.
“I’d rather talk to you back in the suite. I mean, there are some things I’d rather not tell the world.”
Melinda peered over at the woman beside her, turning her back on Cooper. “It’s room 316. Think I should?”
She nodded. “Go on, sugar. I’ll let Lauren know. But, if we don’t hear from you within the hour, we’ll come looking.”
Melinda hugged the woman, obviously a friend. “Thanks, Michelle.”
When she circled back to him, Cooper held out his hand, praying she’d take it. She slipped her fingers along his palm, the warmth from her touch enough to give him hope he could recover from his previous actions.
“I’m really sorry,” he repeated once the elevator doors had closed behind them. “I have secrets I’ve never told anyone.”
She tightened her grip on his hand. “I always knew you had secrets, even when you were only a boy. Why else would your mother have been so protective of you. But I would have preferred you just tell me, not kick me out of the suite. And your life.”
He blinked hard and rocked in place. “I don’t have a dysfunctional family or anything. Well, maybe I do, but it’s bigger than that. If the wrong people found out, it would be a matter of national security.”
“Okay…. I told you, I won’t tell.”
Cooper slammed the red emergency button, not wanting to expose his secret the moment the doors opened to a crowd of people. “My father—he’s no longer with us.”
“He passed away?” She rubbed the back of his arm. “I’m sorry.”
“No. He returned to his home planet.”
Her brow furrowed. “You’re joking, right? Just because I write sci-fi romance. What is he, some kind of mob boss?”
He shook his head.
Here’s where she runs away screaming
. “I’m half-alien. No joke.”
Cooper released the emergency brake, and the doors opened right away. Melinda studied him through shuttered eyes.
He stepped out, tugging her along with him, but she worked her fingers free. “Are you coming?”
She knew, had seen the proof. If she didn’t believe him and wanted to be with him, he’d run the risk of ruining the rest of his life. The choice remained hers.
As the elevator doors closed, she watched him yet made no motion to follow him. Cooper’s heart sank. He turned toward his suite, anxious to pack and leave before the authorities tracked him down.
“Wait!” The doors opened again, and Melinda rushed out of the elevator. “It all makes sense. You just…you caught me by surprise.”
“And?” Cooper held his breath.
She snaked her hand back into his. “Let’s go back to the suite and talk about it. And maybe I can see the
other
side of you again?”
He grinned, unable to hold in his elation. “Sounds like a plan.”
As they walked through the hall, Melinda clung to his arm and rested her head against his shoulder. “I’ve always wanted my own alien hero.”
Cooper closed his eyes, visualizing his human form slipping away, melting off his body like a second skin. Melinda wanted to see his true form, so he would show her, expose the form his mother vowed would lead him straight to a government laboratory.
Melinda held his hand tight, her grip never wavering. “You’re really…. Wow, you really are an extraterrestrial.”
He grimaced. “Only part. Those from my father’s home planet are much taller and leaner. Plus, they have a blue complexion. And, well, there are some other anatomical differences I’ve been told about.” He opened his eyes again, anxious to see her reaction.
“This is amazing.” She smiled with tears in her eyes. “I never would have guessed. All these years I’ve fantasized about you. And aliens.” She tilted her head to the side, examining him. “Maybe I always knew, deep down inside.”
“And? Are you okay with this?” His skin itched as if bugs crawled underneath. The same sensation came when he’d switched to his human form, but he’d become used to living in it long ago, perfected it before he’d started school. His survival on Earth had depended on his ability to appear human at all times. As he’d aged, the reverse held true. Showing his Ginnunian side stung for the first few minutes.
“Of course. You’re still the sexiest man alive, but in a more extraterrestrial way right now.” She splayed her fingers across his chest. “And I’m honored you chose to show me the real you. I mean, your alien side.”
She bit her bottom lip before dropping her gaze to the floor.
Nausea rolled through his stomach. “What is it?” Had she seen enough, changed her mind?
She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s just…. I was wondering if, you know.”
“No, I don’t know.” He focused on his Earthbound image, the one he’d perfected to blend in on the unknowing planet, letting it envelope him again, bring back his sense of security.
“Wait!”
Melinda pushed on his chest, catching him by surprise and knocking him back on the bed. “I was wondering if we could….” Her cheeks flushed. “I want to do it with an alien.”
“You’re not serious.” His muscles tensed, his mind still stunned she seemed to have accepted him in an instant. He’d hoped she wouldn’t run or scream at seeing his true self, but he never expected her to want him to remain in his true form.
“Sure, I mean I do write about having sex with aliens. Some practical experience would really help me in getting my details accurate.”
Her boldness put him at ease. “So, I’m only a learning tool for you?” He winked and pulled Melinda onto the bed beside him.
She giggled, reaching down to massage his testicles. “Maybe. Plus, I’m a little curious. Okay, a lot. That is, if you are able to do it like this.”
She slid her fingers along his shaft, and he hardened under her touch, groaning with pleasure. “I’ve never been with another like this, but everything still works the same.”
“Good.” She scooted along the bed, positioning herself between his legs.
Her tongue grazed the tip of his cock, and he sucked in a ragged breath.
“Like this, do you?”
“Uh-huh.” He thrust his hips higher, hoping she would do it again, take more of him.
Gripping his shaft, she swirled her tongue around the head, sending a shockwave through him. She began a private exploration, using her fingers and tongue to map every inch of his cock. Then she took him into her mouth. No longer able to restrain his pleasure, he grunted, placing his hand on the back of her head. Tempted to help her up and down, he restrained himself, rocking into her mouth instead.
“You’re so good at this,” he hissed out.
She glanced up at him, her eyes alight. The speed at which she took him increased, and she sucked with more force. His thighs tightened, sexual electricity building in his belly. His mind whirled as he took everything she offered.
Already set to explode, he reached his breaking point with one last swirl of her tongue. Pulling himself out of her mouth, he burst. His body jerked as she stroked him, milking out every last drop of his release.
Within a few moments, the pressure faded, but not his hardness. He yearned to be with her again, bury himself deep inside her as an alien. For once, he was free to be his true self. Even if in front of no one but Melinda, it was enough.
He cleaned himself off, rolled on a condom, and met his lover on the bed. He reached between her legs, rubbing her already slick folds, heightening his need. He lined up the head of his cock with her saturated entrance and thrust inside, oblivious to everything but her.
Two days later….
The crunch of gravel preceded a red Mazda Miata pulling into the driveway, and Cooper stopped tapping on the hood of his truck. Having already waited over an hour in the driveway of the two-story, red-brick house minutes outside of Port Perry, he’d begun to wonder if Melinda would ever show up. He reached inside the cab and grabbed the roses he’d bought at the grocery store on the way out. Nerves sent his stomach into a massive tornado of apprehension. He hadn’t told Melinda he’d meet her at her house, but hoped she didn’t mind. He’d needed to see her again, prove to himself his time with her wasn’t a dream.
After their evening together, Cooper had returned home, leaving her to her long-neglected conference. He’d likely wake up and learn his date with Melinda had been nothing more than wishful thinking, his imagination on hyper drive.
As she opened her car door, Melinda smiled, her eyes lighting up like the sun. “Cooper! What are you doing here?”
“I, uh….” He dug his toe into the driveway. “I wanted to see you again.” He shoved the flowers toward her to try and end his awkwardness. The last thing he wanted was for her to think of him as a stalker. She
had
given him her address and told him to come over anytime.
“Thank you. They’re beautiful. I love roses.” She tucked the bouquet under her arm and began to fish through her purse. “I’ve got something for you, too.”
He angled closer as she continued to dig, setting some papers on top of her car and holding others between her teeth.
“Do you need some help?”
She pulled out a key and dumped everything else back into her handbag. “Nope, I’ve found it. Here you go.”
Cooper held the key in his palm, unsure what to do with it. Did she give it to him as a symbolic key to her heart? “Thank you?”
She laughed at him and shook her head. “It’s a key to my house. For you. I know it’s a little rushed and all, considering we kind of just met. But, honestly, we’ve known each other for years, and I don’t want this to end.”
He wrapped his fingers around the key. “I’m honored. I mean, that you trust me so easily.”
Melinda shrugged. “Well, we’ve both got to trust each other, right? Now, go see if it works while I grab my luggage. Then, I’ll make us dinner, and you can spend the night if you want. Because, hey, I can always use some more hero inspiration for my stories.”
Cooper laughed to himself. She might consider him the hero, but to be honest, she was his heroine, accepting him in a matter of minutes for his true self. Maybe this Madame Eve did know what she was doing.
Dear reader,
Thank you so much for joining me for another 1Night Stand adventure! This story was inspired by many things, including my first reader conference that I will be attending in Ottawa in April. Kate Richards and Valerie Mann put the idea of one of the conference attendees going on a 1Night Stand, and I ran with it, creating Her Alien Hero.
Of course, like all my 1Night Stand stories, this one is connected to one of my previously published titles. It’s a little more subtle this time, but the hints are there. I hope you are able to figure out which one(s).
Inspiration for the hero, Cooper, came from a certain arrow slinging superhero in the Marvel universe, though he would more likely be wearing jeans and a t-shirt in my story than tight leather. And inspiration for the heroine, Melinda, came from Pinterest. You can see my Pinterest board for the story here: http://www.pinterest.com/jessicasubject/her-alien-hero/
If this is your first or your fiftieth sci-fi romance story, I hope you enjoy Her Alien Hero. My stories may have aliens, clones, or even androids in them, but the romance is always first. Because I believe that no matter where you live in the universe, you deserve a happily ever after, too.
If you ever have any questions about any of my stories, feel free to email me at
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Happy reading!
Jessica
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Chapter One
“Trade places with me.” Sweat poured down Prince Deion’s face. He’d never been more nervous in his life. Or maybe he’d caught a virus before flying to Minjet.
“What do you mean
trade places
?” Cyrus, his personal aide and friend, grabbed the nylon across his chest. “We’re strapped in because we’re landing soon. I can’t exactly get out of my seat right now.”
“No.” Deion released a heavy breath, wiping his forehead. “That’s not what I mean. I want you to take my place during the ceremony this evening. I don’t think I’m in any condition to meet the princess.”
“You’re kidding. What, are you afraid she’s beastly looking?”
“No!” He cringed. The women he’d met from Minjet had all been stunning diamonds sparkling is a solar system of rust and decay. “I have the stomach flu. Or the worst case of nerves ever. I just need you to sit in my place at dinner tonight.”