“I’m sore and exhausted
and can barely lift my arms at this point. Even in such a helpless state, I’d
do anything for a shower and scrub. Maybe you can help me with the spots that
hurt too much for me to reach?”
Her
smile was slow and made his groin tighten. “Lead on, big guy. I’m amazing with
a loofah.”
“What’s
a loofah?”
“Never
mind. My hands will do fine.”
He
led her into the seamless white enclosure of his lavatory. A corner was filled
with the glassed-in shower space. Arga switched it on, adjusting the heat of
the spray for unarmored skin. The multiple sprays came from the ceiling and
walls, so that every inch of his body benefitted from the delightful pulsing of
the water jets.
Selena’s
clothes dropped to the floor and she stepped in with Arga. She moaned in a way
that brought a surge to Arga’s groin.
“I
thought you were tired, big man,” she teased as his cock formed. She stepped
close, rubbing her hands over his chest, wiping the gray film off to display
his brown and ivory skin.
“With
the exception of that part, I can barely stand.” Regret filled his tone as he
smoothed his palms over her back, ribs, breasts and stomach.
“Make
yourself into a tripod. No, I don’t want to see anything that big.”
“How
big do you prefer it?”
Selena
considered, mischief dancing in her gaze. “Don’t go crazy. If it sways in the
breeze and bangs against your knees, you’ve gone too far.”
She
escaped from a cult. Fought in Afghanistan with an Explosives Ordinance
Disposal unit. Was discharged from the Army after a court martial. Fired from
her latest job. Selena ‘Boom-Boom’ Baumer is no stranger to conflict. However,
diving into an interstellar war on a planet she’s never heard of is pushing the
limits, even for this rebel. It’s only temporary though, and in the meantime,
the striped alien men are easy on the eyes. Helping them defeat a monstrous
race of invaders can’t be a bad thing, right?
Arga
Bolep, war commander of the planet Risnar, needs an explosives expert, and
Selena comes highly recommended. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to do with
this blue-haired, naughty-limerick singing, hardcore partier, but he knows one
thing’s for sure: he’s not about to fall in love. Not when he’s too aware of
how gut-wrenching loss can be. Despite his fascination with Selena, he’ll keep
their relationship as professional as her outrageous personality will allow.
When
the enemy race of Monsuda launch a surprise attack, threatening both Risnar and
Earth, Selena and Arga are forced to depend on each other just to survive. A
reckless plan to defeat the enemy could spell doom for the reluctant lovers—but
the more impulsive feelings they have for each other try their hearts and
souls.
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