Alien in the Family

murmured.
    “Later.” His voice was low and silky again. “I feel fine, and right now, I want to feel every part of you.”
    “Okay, whatever you say.” I reached up one arm so I could run my fingers through his hair and stroke his face. He kissed my hand as it went by, then went back to nuzzling the side of my head.
    “I say you’re mine to take care of. In all ways.”
    “Yes, Jeff. Only yours. Only and always yours.”
    “Good answer.” I could feel him smile against my skin. “I think I might like baths as much as showers.”
    “Mmmm, me too.”
    One hand slid between my legs, and he started to massage there, while his other hand rubbed and teased my breasts as his tongue traced my neck. My moans started and didn’t stop until I again sounded like a cat in heat. He didn’t stop until my climax subsided and I was limp against him.
    We considered washing off, but the shower for twelve was right there and we didn’t want to make it feel slighted. In deference to the fact he’d only made me orgasm about six times in the tub, Martini ensured that I still loved a shower and a variety of screaming orgasms were had by all.
    A human man would have been close to dead after this kind of performance, but Martini was just getting started. His theme seemed to be to see how long he could keep me screaming and docile at the same time. We dried off, if I counted his tongue running all over my skin as drying. By the time he was carrying me out of the bathroom I was helpless to do anything other than mewl or whimper and let him do whatever he wanted with me. What he wanted was to make love on the humongous bed. I found the strength to go on and have a few more mind-blowing orgasms, just to show I was a team player.
    We were collapsed around each other when there was a knock at the door. I groaned. “Can I wake the Poofs and just have them eat whoever’s there?”
    “Nope.” Martini kissed me deeply and got up. This room had everything, including nicer bathrobes than I’d ever seen in my life. He put one on and headed to the door.
    “Jeff, you want to take a gun or something?”
    “Nope.” He sounded amused.
    Men. I heard him open the door and talk to someone. There were so many people trying to hurt us, I got worried. What if it was a shapeshifter? A rogue imageer? Some lunatic with a loaded pineapple? I dragged myself out of the bed and put on the other robe. It felt like velour or silk or silk velour. It was huge on me, but I decided not to care. It was comfy as all get-out.
    Martini was still talking to whoever it was, and I figured I’d better see if I needed to bring him some pants or a Glock or something. Gave my hair a fast brush—didn’t want to give the visitor heart failure by looking at me.
    Martini’s voice was friendly and cheerful, and, as I walked out, the thought that maybe this was someone he knew, like, God forbid, his mother or father, waved weakly to me from the fuzziness that was my overclimaxed mind.
    I got to the living area and, sure enough, it was his father.

CHAPTER 42

    “HI, KITTY,” ALFRED SAID with a wide smile. “Nice to see you.”
    I had nowhere to run, so went for casual. “Hi, Alfred. How goes the gambling?”
    “Not as well as things up here,” he said with a wicked grin. The exact same wicked grin his son had. Martini was a little taller than his father, but otherwise, he was an exact replica, including personality.
    “Dad, stop drooling at my fiancée.” Martini shook his head. “Does Mom know you lust after my girl?”
    Alfred rolled his eyes. “Always with you it’s the jealousy. I don’t lust after Kitty, Son. I’m just pleased you’re marrying so well.” He winked at me. “Don’t tell him about our trip to Aruba, okay?”
    I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Secret’s safe with me.” I noticed Alfred had a large clothing bag with hangers in it. “Doing some shopping for Lucinda?” It was from the same store where I’d sort of bought my naked-in-fabric outfit.
    Alfred grinned and handed the bag to me. “No. Picked up some things for you.”
    “For me?” I took the bag and looked at both of them. “Um, why?”
    Martini shrugged. “Why not?”
    They both had the exact same expression on their faces: they were pleased with themselves but a little worried about my reaction. I thought about mentioning how exorbitant the prices at this store were, but it dawned on me that if Martini cared about it, he wouldn’t have had his father pick up