Alien vs. Alien

be doing, and focused on what we wanted to do. And moaned, because Jeff was the world’s greatest kisser.
    Jeff had made love to me before using hyperspeed, right before the last interstellar invasion had arrived, but I hadn’t been enhanced at the time. It had been intense when I was fully human. Now that I wasn’t, it was even better.
    In this position, he was deep inside me, especidally when he slid one arm under my thigh. I had my hands on either side of his face, because I wanted to kiss him and never stop kissing him.
    My breasts rubbed against the hair on his chest and, as always, it made my hips buck against him even harder. We were going fast, but because I could do it, too, it didn’t seem faster than normal now.
    My hands slid into his hair as Jeff ended our kiss and moved his mouth to my neck. He ran his teeth over the spot that made me incoherent while I started my cat in heat yowling, and my hips went nuts.
    I clutched at his back as he bit me gently. As had happened before, my climax seemed to come out of nowhere. It hit—strong, hard, and incredible—and I stopped yowling because the feeling was so intense I couldn’t make noise.
    Jeff changed the speed of his thrusts, just a little, but it was enough, and another orgasm built up. He ran his tongue up my neck. “Again,” he whispered in my ear, a moment before my next orgasm crashed over me.
    He changed his rhythm again, building me up a little more slowly this time. We weren’t being fancy, we weren’t trying anything new, but we didn’t have to. Every time with Jeff was great, and even though we didn’t have time to review our entire sexual repertoire, it was still wonderful.
    My thighs tightened around his sides and I used my lower legs to push against his butt, or as I liked to think of it, gave his amazing thrusters an assist.
    His mouth moved to the other side of my neck, and I yowled again. He nibbled up this side of my neck as we both sped up. I was gasping and panting and so very, very ready to go over the edge. “Again, baby.”
    Sure enough, my third orgasm hit. This time, he joined me and roared against my neck as I hit high C, each throb from him causing spikes in my climax.
    Finally our bodies slowed and stilled, and I could tell we weren’t moving at hyperspeed any more. Jeff kissed me again as he slid out of me and put me gently on the floor.
    He hit the Stop Elevator button again, and we dressed as the elevator continued up. Jeff used hyperspeed, so it took him about a second to finish. I didn’t feel confident enough to use hyperspeed to dress, seeing as I didn’t want to risk ripping my jeans. However, Jeff helped me, so I was dressed before we reached our floor.
    He pulled me into his arms, and I leaned my head against his chest.
    “I love you, baby,” he said softly.
    “I love you, too.” I looked up at him. “And I forgive you for being alive and well instead of kidnapped and not letting me know for hours.”
    Jeff grinned. “Good to know.” He kissed my forehead. “Now, let’s go save the world.”
    “Oh, good. Routine.”

    Yi

CHAPTER 93

    W E ZIPPED OUT OF THE ELEVATOR and into our rooms. I changed out of my cool Aerosmith shirt into one of my more badass Aerosmith shirts. I worked best with Steven, Joe, and the rest of my boys on my chest. Decided the rest of my ensemble could remain, though I left my Lifehouse jacket in the room—it had been through enough today.
    Jeff changed into a new suit. Looked just like the suit he took off, only this one wasn’t dirty. We each had our clothing ritual, and his was no better or worse than mine.
    Made sure his adrenaline harpoon and my Glock were in my purse. “Huh.”
    “What?”
    “I have no Poofs.” Checked the Poof Condos. No Poofs there, either.
    “You sent them off to search for the missing cube.”
    “I just sort of thought they’d be back by now. Or, you know, that other Poofs would be along for the ride.” I was Poofless? This didn’t seem like the right time for the Poofs to not be around. Then again, they worked in mysterious, Poofy ways, and every other time they’d done a runner, it had always been for the greater good.
    “Maybe they’re all at the Dome. Protecting Jamie. Which is what they should be doing.”
    “No. I mean, some are there, but I sent most of them to find and help you and Chuckie. You and Chuckie are found.”
    “No help from the Poofs on that one.”
    “Yeah. You know, Fluffy was with the group I sent out, as a