Santa's Feast [Anthology]

12 Nights of Christmas: Santa’s Feast Alexis Fleming All rights reserved.

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Chapter One “Oh, for crying out loud, Jonathan, get off me.” Kiki thumped his shoulder and tried to push him back to his side of the vehicle. Darn it, how much longer before he got it through his thick skull she wasn’t interested in either a romantic or sexual relationship? Been there, done that and wasn’t about to do it again. She averted her face as he made a move to press a kiss on her mouth. Enough already! Reaching down, she grabbed him between the legs and squeezed. “Back off, boyo, or I’ll crush your balls. You want to sing soprano for the rest of your life?” She exerted a little more pressure, gratified when he withdrew his arm from about her shoulders and held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Let go!” When she released her hold on his family jewels, he scooted back to his side of the car, his face flushed a heavy red. Hah, served him right. For two years, she’d endeavored to convince him she wasn’t in the market for an affair. “Put your hands on me like that again and you really will be sorry. I’m stronger than you. I’ll cream you.” “I’d much rather you creamed your panties for me,” he muttered, his head resting on the steering wheel. For a moment Kiki stared at him, not certain she’d heard him right. Then a series of belly laughs took hold. When she finally had herself under control, she had to dig around in her tote bag for a tissue to wipe her eyes. “I can’t believe you said that. That is so… so tacky.” Jonathan lifted his head and grinned at her. “Yeah, I know.” He pushed his hair back from his face. “I’m sorry, Kiki, but you can’t blame a guy for trying.”

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“I can if I keep telling him no,” she said with a flash of anger. Kiki dragged in a shaky breath and folded her arms across her chest. Her nipples were rigid points that the cotton knit of her blouse did nothing to disguise. She could blame it on the vehicle’s air conditioning, a necessary precaution against the overpowering heat of outback Australia, but she knew that was a lie. If Jonathan had noticed, no wonder he thought she was up for a bit of slap and tickle. Little did he know this had nothing to do with him. How the hell was she supposed to explain it to him? To anyone, for that matter? Shit, she knew it would happen when she arrived back at her parents’ property. She just hadn’t expected it quite so fast or so strong. It’d never been like this before. “Jonathan, you have to get this straight. I like being your friend. You’re a funny guy when you’re not trying to hit on me. But that’s all we are. Friends! I am not turned on by you.” She grimaced as the words left her mouth. Boy, if she wanted to chip away at a man’s ego, she’d just found the perfect way to do it. Tell a man he wasn’t sexually attractive, at least not to her. “Look, we work together. We’re just friends, okay? If you can’t accept it, you’d better ask for a transfer to another department.” Kiki had been with the Paranormal Investigations Research Authority as a field agent for about a year when Jonathan had started work as cameraman and sound recorder. She was more than capable of handling the field trips by herself, but there were times when having a man on the scene had been handy. Like the time a crazy guy had smacked her one for debunking his UFO sighting. It had been nothing but a hoax, designed to attract tourists, and he hadn’t been too happy when she’d exposed him to the newspapers. Jonathan sighed. “All right, I’ll back off, but I lo --” She held up her hand. “Don’t say it. You do not love me. You want me because I’m the one who got away. Do you think I don’t know you’ve slept with half the women

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in the department? You’re a male whore, out to score as many hits as you can. That’s fine for you, but leave me out of it.” Flinging the door open, she slid out of the vehicle. Her legs had a decided tendency to wobble as she stood up, bracing herself on the doorframe. “Don’t let this spoil our friendship, Jonathan. It’s too important.” Sweat trickled down her back as she straightened up. “You drive on up to the homestead. I’m going to walk.” “For crying out loud, it must be at least a couple of miles. Get real, Kiki. It’s too darn hot to walk.” “Maybe for a city slicker, but I grew up here. I’m used to it.” She shrugged. “It’s only half a mile and, besides, I need to be alone for a bit. It’s the first time I’ve been home in nearly two years.” “Maybe I’ll come for a walk with you and we can go up to the homestead together.” For God’s sake, Jonathan, take the excuse and piss off for a bit. “I want to reacquaint myself with the land and I don’t want anyone else here, not even you.” She smiled to take the sting out of her words. “Just go on home and tell my parents I’ll be there soon.” With a shrug, he slammed the car into gear and took off down the road, dust billowing in his wake. She sighed and shook her head. There were times when she thought Jonathan needed a swift kick in the ass. He just wouldn’t accept she didn’t want a relationship with any man, now, or in the future. Not that she didn’t like men. She did, but she’d made a vow years ago she wasn’t going to get involved in any more sexual relationships. She didn’t particularly like the needy, pathetic creature she turned into, sitting around waiting for the phone to ring, dependant on some man for happiness. She’d turned into a raging nymphomaniac when she’d hit her teens; she wasn’t going back there again. It was all about control. So why the hell did she have these feeling now? And why did it always happen as soon as she arrived back on the land of her ancestors?

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Her hands trembled as she held them out in front of her. The blood rushed through her veins like a bushfire, igniting pinpoints of sensation throughout her body. She slid her hand down the front of her skirt and cupped her pussy. Her panties were already wet, her clit throbbing as if being played by a maestro. God help her, she was so close to coming and she didn’t know why. It had nothing to do with Jonathan’s presence. This was all in her mind. Determined to ignore the hormones rampaging through her body, she started out for the homestead. She’d taken no more than a half dozen steps when she felt herself pulled toward an outcropping of huge boulders off to her right. A stand of scraggy mulga trees and ghost gums marked the edge of the creek snaking through this part of their land. Changing direction, she set off at a slow walk, heading for what used to be a favorite swimming hole when she was a kid. Within minutes, her pace had increased to a fast jog. Stupid in this heat, but she couldn’t help herself. The desperate need to get to the tiny oasis of dappled shade in the harsh outback terrain had become overwhelming. She didn’t slow until her objective was in sight. Arms stretched out, Kiki pressed her body to one of the huge boulders that stood like sentinels around the waterhole, wincing as the heat seeped through her light top and cotton skirt. It took a few minutes to regulate her breathing after that crazy run. She counted out the beats in her head, alarmed when the rate accelerated. Had she overdone it in the heat? God help her, she was about to explode. All she wanted to do was grab onto the first man she came across and fuck the living daylights out of him. Even Jonathan would do right about now. Shit, for that thought to cross her mind, she must have well and truly lost it. Her clit started to pulse. Her vulva felt swollen and an ache deep inside her pussy made its presence known. She pushed her breasts harder against the rock face, moving from side to side to create friction on her nipples. Her breathing was out of control and she started to pant.

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Eyes closed tight to preserve the illusion, she imagined a body pressed to the length of her back. A man, with incredibly talented hands and lips. His mouth slid down the back of her neck, lingering over the sensitive nape. Hands inserted themselves under the cotton top, reaching and cupping her breasts, and for the first time in her life, Kiki didn’t worry that they were too small. “This is one hell of a daydream,” she moaned. “Kiki, you are finally sliding over the edge into madness.” Too bad. This was one daydream she was going to enjoy. She gave herself up to the pleasure flooding her system. The imaginary lover slid lower, fingers ruffling the bottom of her skirt before insinuating themselves under the material. The cotton fabric bunched up around her waist as he clamped his hands about her hips. Kiki groaned in ecstasy as his tongue ran down over the curve of her ass, creating friction on the satin fabric of her underwear. Her panties suddenly slithered down her thighs and the hot brand of his mouth moved on, licking, nipping at the cheeks and then spreading them to trace down the flesh until he reached her pussy. She opened her legs a bit more and pushed her bottom backward. The invisible hands trailed down her legs and back up the inside of her thighs. Thumbs gently caressed her swollen flesh until she moaned in frustration. It was too much… and not enough. She writhed against the hot boulder. Nails clawed at the granite surface. The blood rushed through her veins and the breath caught in her throat. His tongue lapped at her nether lips and she screamed, the sound bouncing off the outcrop of rocks. A parrot in an overhead branch squawked at the intrusion. Kiki ignored the bird and concentrated on the sensations ripping all control from her. She rocked her hips back and forth as he parted her and lapped at her clit. A pulsing began deep inside. Tension coiled low in her belly. Her legs trembled, and for a moment, she thought she’d collapse into a melted heap on the dusty red soil. “Oh, God, don’t tease!” she gasped. How foolish. It was all in her head. She needed to find her own release. Live out her daydream to the end. Then she heard something, or thought she did.

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Something impossible.

Something totally alien.

As you wish, Dearling.

A voice.

Inside her head.

No, it had to be her imagination.

Before she could lever herself away from the rock, she felt it again. A tongue,

rasping against her sensitized clit. Licking at her opening, plunging deep inside her pussy. Thrusting and withdrawing, establishing a rhythm designed to drive her crazy. Fingers replaced the mobile tongue, filling her, stretching her. Ramming into her with enough force to drive the sexual tension to the next level. Kiki whimpered. The breath strangled in her throat. Spasms started small, radiating out until her whole pussy throbbed in time with the thrust of his fingers. When he placed his mouth over her clit and suckled hard, she came apart, the orgasm harder, longer, than any she’d ever experienced. Sensation rocked her, driving through her body. She couldn’t think, could only react, pushing her ass toward him. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she groaned. God, she could never get enough of this. It was mind-blowing. Out of this world. After what seemed like ages, the orgasm peaked and faded away, except for a few lingering spasms tightening her internal muscles. With a final kiss on her pussy, the pressure eased and her panties were pulled back into place. Her legs lost the ability to hold her and she slithered downward until she half lay on the baked earth. Shit, she should write books for a living. That was one hell of a dream. She slid her hand down to cup herself and her eyes opened wide. Her panties were soaking wet. Not just in the crotch where she’d expect it, but right up the back. As if someone had dragged their tongue down her ass, heading for the juncture of her thighs. Kiki knew she had a vivid imagination, but this was ridiculous.

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She tried to rationalize it. Okay, so she was quite capable of reaching a climax on her own, with or without her toys. This had felt different. She could have sworn someone was right there with her. The back of her panties shouldn’t be this wet. “Holy freekin’ crap,” she whispered. “No way! I dreamed it all. It didn’t really happen.”

Chapter Two “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you.” Kiki let out a high-pitched squeak and scrambled to her feet, pushing her skirt down to hide her butt. A tall man stepped out from behind the biggest boulder in the group. A dark green jumpsuit covered him from neck to ankle and a silver helmet, the type astronauts wore when going into space, hid his face from view. “What the… Who the hell are you?” She backed up a pace as he came closer. He lifted the helmet from his head and Kiki nearly started to drool. Long black hair brushed broad shoulders and framed a sensual face. Dark eyes stared out at her. His nose was perfect in its symmetry, his jaw strong, and oh God, that mouth! It made her clit pulse just looking at the full lower lip. “My name is Gaylon D’Loe and it seems I have a problem.” “Well, my name is Kiki Bates and this is private property, buddy. How the heck did you get here? We’re miles from any township.” He took a step closer and lifted one hand, pointing upward. For the first time in her life, Kiki had to tilt her head to look up at a man. She was close to six feet so this Gaylon had to be almost a foot taller. Then she followed the direction of his finger and stared at the late afternoon sky. “Yeah, right,” she chuckled, “you just dropped in from outer space.” “That’s about the strength of it. My craft malfunctioned. I had to crash land it on the other side of the creek.” Her mouth dropped open. Oh my, the poor fool actually believed what he was saying. In her job as a paranormal research agent, Kiki had spent the last few years of her life debunking UFO sightings. Yes, she believed there were genuine cases out there,

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but so far, she hadn’t encountered one. Now this gullible idiot wanted her to believe he was a space traveler? Bullshit! “I thought aliens were little green men with big heads and bulging eyes and had all these weird, crazy talents for telepathy and such like. Sorry, buster, you don’t fit the picture.” He raised his eyebrows. “Hmm, amazing. The scientists told me that’s how the people of Earth viewed us. I hate to disappoint you, but we’re not all built the same. Nor do we all have the same… talents.” Kiki couldn’t help herself. She started to laugh, only to cut off abruptly when her visitor laid a hand on her bare arm. Heat swept through her blood, igniting her nerve endings like fire flashes. All she could think about was throwing the guy down on the ground and rubbing herself all over him. Ripping his suit off and finding out what it covered. Shit, after years of denying the sensual side of her nature, she had turned back into a sex maniac. A gasp escaped as she felt a pressure against her legs and the brush of fingers between her thighs. Those same fingers teased her clit, inciting her to move restlessly on the spot. Her pussy ached for fulfillment. The real thing, not just manual stimulation, great though it had been. “Does that prove anything to you?” He grinned at her, his brooding eyes twinkling and creasing at the corners. “Holy fucking --” “Oh, we’ll get to the fucking if that’s what you wish.” He paused, one dark brow arched. “Are you now convinced of my origins?” She backed away from him until she came up against the trunk of a mulga tree. The rough bark scraped her back through the thin shirt. She had to swallow twice before she could come up with anything intelligent to say. “No way! Just because there’s a high concentration of UFO sightings over this homestead doesn’t mean I’m stupid enough to believe you. There are numerous people with the psychic ability to do what you just did. Or maybe it’s auto-suggestion. It’s a trick, nothing more.”

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Or my own demented mind.

Gaylon sighed and shook his head. “Seems you need further proof. Come!” With a careless wave of his hand, he started walking, heading for the boulders on the other side of the creek. He halted when he reached the edge of the clearing and turned to watch the woman coming toward him. Kiki. An exotic name for an exotic woman. A woman who was eminently suitable for his needs. At least he wouldn’t get a crick in his neck looking down at her. Given her height, their body parts would match perfectly. He could just imagine those long, long legs wrapped about his hips, pulling him in, holding him captive. He closed his eyes as his cock hardened and pushed at the front of his flight suit. At this rate, he was going to be in a perpetual state of arousal unless Kiki decided to feed his hunger. “Oh, my God, it really is a flying saucer.” He opened his eyes at the whispered comment. Kiki stood beside him, so close he could smell the musky scent from her climax on her body. He inhaled deeply, fed on the energy of her sexual release. All he had to do now was try to convince her to indulge in a repeat performance. “I can assure you it is definitely a flying craft, although perhaps not a saucer. Hmm, more like a big silver cigar, I suppose.” She rounded on him, her mouth curved into a gleeful grin. “Hah, gotcha! If you’re from space, how come you know about things like cigars?” “We’ve conquered the art of space travel, but you don’t think we’ve got the technology to keep check on our neighbors? You’d be surprised how much we know.” Lifting his hand, he traced the shape of her lips. He had to feel if her skin was as soft as it looked. Bringing her to a climax using his mind was all very well and good, but it left something to be desired. She gasped at his audacity -- or was it his touch? -- and opened her mouth. He took the opportunity offered and slid the tip of his finger in to feel the damp warmth. He pretty much expected her to bite him, or at the very least smack him upside the

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head, but she didn’t. Instead, she dragged her tongue over his finger before closing her lips and sucking. Desire slammed into his gut. His temperature shot through the roof, his need for her escalating. May the gods help him, he’d never been this hungry for a woman before. He’d fed on them, both human and alien, although before it had been nothing but a biological urge. A need to survive. With this woman, it was different. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear Kiki was one of his kind, an inhabitant of his home planet, Scolos. She pulled back from him, blinking her eyes as though coming out of a trance. For a moment she looked lost, as if all this was too much to take in. Then she straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin and stared at him. “Are you telling me you flew here in that… that spaceship, for want of a better word? You don’t really expect me to believe that, do you?” Gaylon sighed. He thought he’d gotten through to her. “Do you need a bigger display before you’ll believe I’m from a different planet? How about I strip the clothes off your back and stretch you out over those boulders and make love to you? All without touching you. I’ll even keep my hands behind my back.” She shivered and folded her arms across her chest, but not before he noticed the hard points of her nipples outlined by the fabric of her shirt. Hmm, so she wasn’t totally unaffected. Nice to know he wasn’t the only one suffering. He adjusted his stance to accommodate the raging erection his suit did little to hide. He knew darn well she was aware of his state. She couldn’t keep her gaze from sliding down his body, and that just made his cock grow harder. By the gods, if he didn’t taste her again soon… “It’s not an experimental military craft, is it?” She flicked a quick glance at his downed ship. He shook his head. “You really are from some place out in space, aren’t you?” This time he nodded. “What finally convinced you?” “I -- I’m not certain. Everything, I guess.”

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She bent her knees and sank down to the ground, sitting on her haunches amid the dust, shaking her head. He mimicked her movements until he was on his knees in front of her. The heat of this barren outback land started to get to him and he unclipped the front on his flight suit and pulled it down, tying the arms about his waist. He wanted to grin at the bemused look on her face as she stared at his naked chest. For an instant, Gaylon felt sorry for her. He was tempted to pull his suit back up so she wasn’t distracted, but resisted the urge. He wasn’t being an egomaniac, but he knew women found him attractive, and right now, he needed Kiki to find him the most absorbing being she’d ever met. It was important to his well-being, to his very survival. He felt like a rotten bastard for using his telepathic powers to increase the pheromones in her body, but it was necessary, because there was one small detail about his race he hadn’t yet shared. He fed on lust and the energy gained from the release of sexual emotions, and Kiki Bates, out of necessity, would be his banquet. Kiki started to chuckle. “Oh, the irony of it all. I’ve spent all my working life proving to everyone that aliens don’t exist and now I have my very own alien threatening to make love to me.” “Would it be so bad? You might actually enjoy it.” A shiver raced down her spine. Goosebumps broke out on her bare arms. The very thought of Gaylon and his lovemaking skills was enough to start a fire in her belly. Her pussy ached as she remembered what had happened before. Shit, if she wasn’t careful, history would repeat itself and the sense of self-worth she’d worked so hard for would disappear in the blink of an eye. “Indulge yourself, Kiki,” he whispered as he grasped her upper arms, raising her to her knees. Then he leaned closer and touched the tip of his tongue to her lips. Oh, God, that tongue! Her clit pulsated as he pressed her to him, his cock nuzzling between her thighs as if it had a perfect right to be there. “I’ll turn into a raving nymphomaniac,” she whispered in turn. He let out a crack of laughter. “And this is a bad thing?”

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“It is for me. I don’t like what I become when I give into the sexual side of my nature. Sex strips all my control away, turning me into a pathetic moron. I won’t go there again. I won’t give up my life for a man.” Kiki arched her neck as Gaylon strung a necklace of butterfly kisses about her throat. Her heart thudded in her chest as his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking at the pebbled nipples. “I’m not asking you to give anything up for me.” He nipped at her lips, taking advantage and sweeping his tongue inside when she gasped. “I want to give you pleasure, share your days and nights, until I leave to go home. Feed my hunger, Kiki.” She was past thinking, past caring. She might tell herself this was wrong, but she couldn’t deny herself. Her body was on fire, screaming out for release, and Gaylon was offering her what she wanted. A no-strings-attached affair to satisfy the itch that always descended on her when she returned to the place where she’d been brought up. She’d regret it later, but right now she needed to taste him. Hands clutched at the thick strands of his hair and pulled his head closer. Lips parted, she waited for him to claim her mouth. The musky scent of her own desire rose in the heated afternoon, increasing the sexual tension coiled tight in her belly. Then she heard it. The rattle of stones, a boot kicking at loose rocks. The sound of someone coming. Kiki wanted to scream out her frustration, but there wasn’t time. Her eyes widened in horror as her father stepped out into the clearing. “I see you’ve greeted our guest, Kiki. It might be wise to take him up to the house. It’ll be dark soon.”

Chapter Three “How long do you expect to be here, Gaylon?” Kiki watched, dumbfounded, as her brother, Aaron, posed his question. “All depends on how long it takes to repair the coolant lines,” Gaylon replied. “I’m sorry to be a nuisance, Mr. Bates, landing on you like this. The biggest loss is my nutrient supply. Without it…” His voice trailed off, a worried frown creasing his brow. “Don’t worry about it, lad. We’ll look at it first thing in the morning. We won’t see you starve. In the meantime, my house is your house. And call me Dillon. None of this Mr. Bates.” Even her father was getting in on the act. In effect, he’d just offered Gaylon the run of the house. Kiki narrowed her eyes and stared at him. Darn, something wasn’t right. When had Dad adopted that slightly sly cast to his expression? For that matter, how the freekin’ hell had Gaylon done it? He’d walked into her family home and within minutes, he’d won over everyone. Hell, even her brother, who was normally the most protective person out, welcomed him without explanation. No one questioned the idea that he was an alien from another planet. Her mother and her sister-in-law, Beth, were just as bad, hanging on his every word, waiting on him hand and foot. What was wrong with her family? “Hey, Gaylon, wanna come play with Lila and me?” Damien, her six-year-old nephew, raced up and flung his arms about Gaylon’s leg. Kiki shook her head. Weren’t children supposed to be good judges of character? So what had happened to her brother’s children? They were all over Gaylon like a rash. “You come, too, Aunt Kiki. We’re gonna play in our cubby house.”

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Lila grabbed hold of her hand and tried to pull her into the living room. Kiki squatted down to look the little girl in the face. “I’ll be there in a moment, sweetie. I just have to ask Granddad something, okay?” “All right, but don’t be long.” Lila took off to join her brother and Gaylon in the game of make-believe. “You want to talk to me, honey?” Kiki stared up at him from her position on the floor. Her father looked so tall from down here. It suddenly struck her how much Gaylon resembled him. Both tall, with brooding features and eyes so dark as to be almost black. Aaron had the same coloring. Her own spiky mouse-brown hair was the result of her mother’s genes. Oh, not the haircut, but the color, although Kiki had resorted to blonde streaks to give herself a lift. She pushed herself to her feet. “So our home has been a halfway house for wandering space travelers for decades, huh? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I asked him not to.” Her mother stepped out of the kitchen and stood in front of her father. “No, Amie, I’m not letting you take the blame,” he said, pulling her back to lean against his chest. “It was my decision, too.” Kiki stared at her parents. Her mother was tiny, barely reaching her father’s chest, but they looked right together. The closeness between them was so intense, at times when she was growing up, she’d felt excluded. And never more so than right now. “Aaron obviously knew. You should have told me… something!” “What? That aliens have been landing here for years, even when I was a little girl?” Amie shook her head. “Like you would have believed me. You were hell bent on proving they didn’t exist, that they were a figment of everyone’s imagination. Even as a little girl, you tried to ignore all the UFO sightings over the property.” “They made me feel…” She shrugged. “I don’t know, uncomfortable, I guess.”

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“Believe me, Kiki, I know exactly how you felt then and I know how you feel now.” Shit, I hope not! Kiki couldn’t help but squirm as she thought of the feelings their uninvited guest engendered. Good thing her parents didn’t know exactly what was going on in her head. Mind you, given that her father hadn’t reacted when he’d seen them kissing down by the creek, perhaps he wouldn’t be surprised. “Come on, Kiki,” a shrill voice called from the living room. “Better go, Lila wants to play.” Her father patted her on the head and turned away, heading toward the kitchen, her mother glued to his side. He paused at the doorway. “And don’t worry so much, it’ll all work out as it’s supposed to.” She had no idea what he meant, and there wasn’t time to ponder. Her niece awaited her. Kiki enjoyed playing with the kids. She didn’t get to see them often so it was always a treat, and Lila was such a bright little spark. “Okay, here I am,” she cried out as she bounded into the living room. “So what are we playing?” “Damien and me are the mommy and daddy and you’re the kid and we’re all camping.” Lila planted her tiny fists on her hips and stared at Kiki just the way her brother used to look at her when they were children. It was all Kiki could do to keep a straight face. “Now, Kiki, you just get in that tent and go to sleep. You know it’s bedtime.” Lila shook her finger and screwed her face into a fierce frown. “You climb in there and settle down and get some rest. I don’t wanna hear another word from you.” Before she totally lost it and started to laugh at the little girl imitating her mother’s tone so perfectly, Kiki turned her back and looked for Lila’s tent. A brown blanket draped over two of the overstuffed lounge chairs her mother favored formed a cozy cave. Down on hands and knees, Kiki lifted back the flap and slithered inside, feet first. She was part way in when she felt a brush against her hip.

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Gaylon! How could she have forgotten about him? She should have realized he was one of the “kids” too. “You wanna play with me, little girl?” he whispered. Oh, yeah, but she darn well wasn’t going to. Gaylon’s type of game had the effect of stripping away the civilized façade she presented to the rest of the world. She had enough problems just knowing he was in the same house. Somehow, every single hormone in her body had woken up and started to yell, “Take me, take me!” “Better hurry up or the little momma out there will growl at you again.” Kiki didn’t know whether to laugh or wop him one. She backed up a bit further until the blanket dropped over her head and cut out the light. Enclosed in the darkened space, Gaylon made his presence felt without moving a finger or saying a word. She felt his heat all the way down her left side. He sidled closer until he pressed against her. Kiki jerked in reaction. Part of her wanted to move away. The other part, the sensual person who’d hidden for years, reveled in the feel of him. She tried to convince herself there wasn’t room in their small tent to move. Bullshit! She just didn’t have the willpower to pull back. He slid his hand across her shoulders, snuggling up to her. “Our little momma thinks we’re sleeping. You tired, Kiki, or would you rather play around?” Goosebumps pebbled the flesh on her arms as he bent and nuzzled her neck. God, he smelled so good. Like sin and… sex! Or was that the scent of her own desire? She wasn’t certain. All she knew was her panties were wet again. How in the name of all that’s holy could he do that to her so quick? Her pussy pulsed with sensation, the internal muscles clenching and unclenching, as if trying to grasp hold of something. Kiki bit her lip to prevent a groan from escaping. Ah, hell, where was her control now? She knew what she wanted. Gaylon’s cock, stretching her, filling her, driving her crazy. Pounding into her pussy until he was the only thing she could see. Until her world broke apart and she flew high with Gaylon in her arms, nothing between them but the orgasmic pleasure of their joint climaxes.

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Heat swept through her. A film of sweat broke out on her brow, but before she could wipe it away, Gaylon tucked one finger under her chin and turned her face toward him. She wanted to say something smart, but couldn’t think of a word. Instead, she stared into the depth of his dark eyes. He wanted to kiss her. She knew it. Felt it. And met him halfway. His mouth took possession, his lips gliding against hers. She opened to him, welcomed the intoxicating sweep of his tongue. He tasted of sugar, which wasn’t surprising given all he’d eaten for dinner was Christmas candy and sweet treacle tart. Then the kiss changed. Became deeper, more sensual. His tongue thrusting, twining with hers, searching out all her secrets. Kiki tried to push closer to his body, but there wasn’t room. She wanted to feel his broad chest pressed against her breasts. Her nipples hardened just thinking about it. She moved her hips restlessly, seeking fulfillment, a cessation of the burning hunger centered in her pussy. She couldn’t prevent the little moan that rose. “Youse kids, be quiet in there. You’re supposed to be asleep.” Lila’s high-pitched voice broke the spell. Kiki pulled away and stared at her alien for a moment. The humor in the situation took hold and she fell against Gaylon laughing. He joined her, his deep, rich chuckle doing crazy things to her equilibrium. “And you kids better get your butts into the bedroom. Your father is waiting to tuck you into bed and read you a bedtime story.” Kiki jerked away from Gaylon when she heard her sister-in-law’s voice. Within minutes, she’d scrambled out of their little tent, pulling the blanket down in her haste. Gaylon freed himself from the woolen covering and joined her. Beth raised her eyebrows and grinned. Kiki couldn’t help the tide of heat that swept up over her cheeks. The look on Beth’s face told her she had a darn good idea what had been going on in the blanket tent. “So, are you two playing at mommies and daddies? Or is it doctors and nurses these days?” With that, she turned and walked out of the room, a wide grin on her face.

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Kiki was horrified. Shit, we were making out in front of the kids. Darn Gaylon! Why the hell did he have to be so fucking sexy that he could turn her on with just a look? She was disgusted with her lack of control. Moreover, she was angry. At both of them. They should have remembered the children were present. What type of aunt was she? How irresponsible! Most of all, she was angry with herself. It was time this day ended. “I’m off to bed, too. It’s been a long day.” Before she could leave the room, Jonathan sauntered in, a bottle of beer in his hands. Kiki could tell by the flush on his face it wasn’t the first one he’d had tonight. “Bit early to go to bed, isn’t it, Kiki? How about a couple of hands of gin rummy? Or why don’t you join me in a nightcap?” “No thanks, Jonathan. I’ll say good night to you all and see you tomorrow.” Jonathan shrugged and took another slug of beer before he suddenly snaked his arm around her neck, pulled her to him and planted a kiss on her lips. “Night, love.” He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Sorry I’ve been such a pain in the ass. I promise I’ll behave in the future. I can see where you’ve fixed your interest. Anyway, I’ll be leaving first thing in the morning. The folks called to say they made it back early so I’ll be spending a late Christmas with them. Thanks for taking pity on me and offering to let me share your family Christmas. Oh, and good luck with the resident stud.” He flicked a glance at Gaylon and sauntered out of the room. Kiki stared at Gaylon. His face looked like a thundercloud, as if he were angry with Jonathan for taking liberties and her for allowing it. Well, to hell with the two of them. She was going to bed. Maybe tomorrow she’d have herself under control again and could face Gaylon without wanting to eat him alive. Yeah, right, Kiki. Who are you trying to fool?

Chapter Four Kiki tossed the sheet aside and yanked her cotton nightshirt over her head. It was so damn hot. She had the ceiling fan turned up as high as she could, but she still felt as if she were burning up. Punching the pillow into a more accommodating shape, she composed herself for sleep, closing her eyes and trying to empty her mind of extraneous thoughts. Thoughts like… what was Gaylon doing right now? “If he had any brains, he’d be fast asleep,” she muttered, rolling onto her other side. She stared at the red numbers on the clock. “Shit, it’s almost three in the morning. The kids will have us up in another couple of hours.” This was hopeless. No way was she going to get any rest at this rate. She knew what was wrong. Gaylon… and the feelings he caused inside her. Her skin felt too tight, as if it couldn’t contain the lust that surged to the surface every time he crossed her mind. Crossed her mind, nothing! He never left it. He’d taken up residence and blown her carefully crafted control to hell and back. Well, tomorrow would be different. She’d show him she wasn’t about to cave into his brand of sexual allure. She wasn’t going to turn into a raving sex lunatic like she’d been back in her youth. Once she’d discovered sex, she hadn’t been able to get enough of it. She was so darn hungry for it she would have seduced any man she met. The men -- more like boys! -- did not mind, but she didn’t like the person she became. Her parents had been well aware of her antics with the local boys. In fact, her father had lectured her over and over about having some self-respect, saving herself for

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the right guy. It had taken her a while to get her act together and she wasn’t about to blow it now, simply because a sexy alien happened to enter her orbit. So there, Gaylon D’Loe! Tomorrow is a new start. No more turning me on until I can’t think straight. With everything rationalized to her satisfaction, she rolled flat on her back, the overhead fan wafting a small draft of air across her sweating body. She desperately needed sleep and there was only one way she’d get it. Get rid of some of the sexual tension that had her wound as tight as a spring. She slid her hand down her body and cupped her damp pussy, sending one finger seeking. “Hah, who needs a man anyway?” Yeah, right, but it’s not the same, is it, Kiki?

*** “Come on, Gaylon. On your feet. If you’re going to help me find a Christmas tree, we have to leave now. The kids want to decorate it before they go to bed.” Gaylon grasped the sides of the armchair and pushed himself to his feet. He struggled a moment before he caught his balance. His hand trembled slightly as he pushed his hair back from his face. Kiki frowned. “Are you all right? You kinda look a bit off color.” She moved over to him and placed a hand on his forehead. “You’re sweating. Are you sure you feel okay?” He straightened and stepped away from her. “Nothing wrong with me. Just need a bit of fresh air. Let’s go get this tree.” He shook his head. “Strange custom. Drag in a dead tree and decorate it.” “Hey, don’t knock it. It’s tradition, even if we can’t get conifer trees out here. It’s still a Christmas tree as far as the kids are concerned.” Kiki led the way outside, heading for the garage, the frown still on her face. She was worried about Gaylon. She couldn’t pin it down, but something was wrong. He’d been listless all morning, his face pale and sweaty. His skin had felt hot when she’d touched him. The only thing he’d eaten all day was a few handfuls of candy and a sunripened peach.

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“You sure about this, Gaylon? I don’t want you keeling over on me while we’re out there. Maybe you should stay here.” “You don’t think I’m going to give up a chance to be alone with you, do you?” He grinned and opened the passenger door to the farm utility truck. She shrugged. He didn’t seem to be worried. Maybe it was all in her imagination. Not giving it any further thought, she backed the vehicle out of the garage and headed up the road toward the creek. Bypassing the area where Gaylon had crashed his spacecraft, she continued until she came to a small lagoon. Gaylon was first out of the truck. “So what type of tree are we looking for?” Kiki joined him, chainsaw in hand. “We’re looking for an acacia tree, or better known as a wattle tree. There are numerous varieties, but the one we want has thin leaves a bit like pine needles. That’s the closest we’ll get to a Christmas tree out here in the outback.” She chose a tree with a relatively straight trunk and a thick covering of foliage. It was about eight feet tall, which should be perfect. The homestead was old, built in the days when they went for nine-foot ceilings. The kids would love the idea of a Christmas tree reaching up to the roof. “Shame it’s not the season for the wattle to flower. It’d be covered in little globes of what resembles yellow fluff.” She smiled at the memory of picking wattle sprays for her mother when she was a kid. “We wouldn’t have to hang anyone’s balls on the branches then.” A frown formed as she heard Gaylon snigger behind her. “What?” Then she realized how that must have sounded and she chuckled in turn. “One little detail I forgot to let you in on. Everyone in this family has a Christmas ornament with his or her name on it in glitter paint. A fragile ball made of glass.” Not waiting for him to respond, she hefted the chainsaw and pulled the starter cord. The engine roared to life, the smell of petrol filling the air. Kiki made short work of slicing through the trunk, motioning Gaylon to stand aside as the tree came down.

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“All done,” she said as she turned off the chainsaw and set it on the ground beside a large rock. “Now we just have to get it into the truck and head for home.” “I’ll do that since you dealt with cutting it down.” Gaylon stripped off his teeshirt and tossed it to her. Then he took the cut end of the tree and started dragging it toward the truck. Kiki had done a good job so far of keeping her libido under control. Now, she just about went cross-eyed staring at the ripple of muscles up and down Gaylon’s back. Damn, but the man had muscles on his muscles. Her mouth watered and her breathing accelerated as she imagined trailing her tongue across his hot flesh. Enough, already, Kiki! You are not going to do this. Doing her best to ignore the heat building between her thighs, she followed Gaylon over to the truck. By now, he’d hauled the tree into the back of the vehicle and secured it to one side with a hank of thick rope. Jumping back down to ground level, he stumbled before he righted himself and strode over to where Kiki had left the chainsaw. She had just opened the driver’s door when she heard Gaylon yell. “Fucking shit!” Hmm, interesting, aliens swear just like we do. Either that or Gaylon had been taking lessons from her brother. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he started racing toward the truck. The chainsaw flew in the opposite direction. When he reached the vehicle, he threw himself into the back, scooting up toward the cab. “What the fucking hell is that?” Kiki couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing when she saw what the problem was. A three-foot goanna had appeared from behind the rock and settled itself in the sun just inches from where she’d placed the chainsaw. “By the stars, no one told me you had monsters like that on this planet.” Horror laced his voice and Kiki had to fight another round of chuckles. “It’s a goanna, sort of like an overgrown lizard. It’s all right, it’s more interested in sunning itself than chasing you.”

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She climbed up beside him and patted his hand. “It won’t eat you, but it can give you a nasty bite. Good thing you didn’t frighten it. They usually run up the nearest tree, and the smaller ones have been known to dash up a man’s trouser leg, thinking it’s a tree. In fact, I know one poor bugger who got his… er, family jewels ripped to shreds when that happened to him.” Gaylon immediately bent forward and covered his crotch with both hands, his face blanching. “No, don’t tell me any more!” Kiki grinned. Funny, she got the same reaction whenever she told that story to a man. She stretched out in the back of the truck, her head propped up on one hand. “Ah, don’t be such a fuss-bucket. That fellow over there isn’t even fully grown.” “Then I sure as hell don’t want to run into the momma.” He slid down and stretched out beside her. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, making fun of my incredible courage?” He snaked his hand out and tickled her in the ribs. Laughing, Kiki squirmed to get away from him. When that didn’t work, she changed tactics and rolled toward him, pressing her weight onto his chest. Gaylon grabbed her hips and pulled her right on top of him. Her legs splayed either side of his hips, creating a natural cradle for the rigid cock she felt nudging at her nether region. The brief cotton shorts she wore were no barrier to the thrust of his hips. All signs of laughter disappeared when Kiki stared into his smoldering eyes. Need slammed into her, washing through her body with the force of a tidal wave. She gasped, the breath catching in her throat. The blood in her veins felt molten-hot, as hot as Gaylon’s skin when she brushed her hand against his cheek. A raspy groan broke the silence as her nipples hardened at the feel of his chest against hers. “We… ah, we should get this tree home,” she managed. “Hmm, the kids will want to hang balls on it, right?” At the mention of balls, Kiki pressed her hips closer to his, the action as involuntary as breathing. “Yeah, right.” A loud moan rippled from her throat.

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There was a brief moment of quiet before Gaylon whispered, “Indulge yourself, Kiki.” Damn it to hell, she shouldn’t be doing this. Where was the much-valued selfcontrol now? Something about this man drove her to abandon all caution. Anger flashed through her at her weakness. At him, for being so darned attractive. Then he raised his head and outlined her lips with the tip of his tongue. Kiki swooped, a violent all-consuming hunger pushing her to take Gaylon’s mouth in a ravenous kiss. He met her with his own brand of aggression, tongue thrusting into her mouth, taking possession of all her senses. She forced him back, wanting to taste him, teasing him with her aggressive advance and retreat. When she took his sensual lower lip between her teeth and sucked it into her mouth, his hips arched, his erection prodding her pussy. Kiki moved her hips, pushing against his hard cock, Gaylon meeting her every thrust. Tension coiled low in her belly as the friction on her clit caused a series of little spasms to ripple out from her pussy. She started to pant. Her actions became more frenzied. She knew she wasn’t far from coming. Clear rational thought intruded. She could see herself as if from afar. Darn it, not again! She was like a bitch in heat, unable to stop wagging her tail for the first male to come along. “Shit, shit, shit!” She rolled off Gaylon and scrambled out of the back of the truck. “Kiki, what the --” “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “I’m lying here in the back of a truck dry humping some alien from outer space. God, I am so sick!” Gaylon climbed down to stand beside her. “What’s the matter? I --” “Shut up, Gaylon! Just… shut the fuck up and get in the vehicle!”

Chapter Five While the rest of the family decorated the Christmas tree, Kiki slipped outside and made her way to the stables. She was so angry she could spit chips. No way was it possible to interact with the others with this type of mad on. She threw herself down on the fresh straw in one of the stalls, not even taking the time to pet the horses as she normally would. Shit, she couldn’t remember ever being this furious. Some of it she directed at Gaylon for continually tempting her, inciting her to indulge her senses. The bulk of it she focused on herself. Maybe it was time to face the fact that she couldn’t separate the two halves of her nature. The Kiki who worked hard at being a cautious researcher for the Paranormal Investigations Research Authority. And the other side of her, the woman who craved a real relationship, one that united both the sexual and the practical. Something else ate at her. She didn’t want a relationship with just anyone. She wanted Gaylon, a man she’d only just met, but for some reason felt she’d known a lifetime. If not in this one, at least in a past life. Before she could come to grips with the idea, a sliding noise dragged her head up. Gaylon stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Dark jeans, borrowed from her father, molded his long legs and cupped his tight ass. Ah, crap, she was a sucker for a firm set of buns. He’d removed the white tee-shirt he’d been wearing earlier and Kiki started to salivate at the thought of running her hands over those perfectly delineated muscles. Shit! Shit! Shit! Better the anger than this all-consuming feeling of lust. “What are you doing here? Did you follow me?” Gaylon knelt down in the stall beside her. “I wanted to talk to you.”

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“Well, I don’t want to talk to you. Go away.” Kiki struggled to hold onto her annoyance as the smell of warm male, mixed with horseflesh, wafted around her. The animals moved restlessly in their stalls, a soft whinny punctuating the conversation. “Why are you so -- what did your dad call it? -- pissed off with me?” Kiki scooted backward, retreating further into the stall. She couldn’t think straight when he was so close. “First, you waltz into my life and tell me you’re from outer space.” She held her hand up and started ticking off her objections. “I find out aliens have been landing here for years. Hell, no wonder my family had no problems believing who you were. Then you win over my family without any effort at all. My father accepts you as if you’re another son. I might be a grown adult, but I thought he’d at least be a little angry at finding you sucking on my neck back at the creek. He knows I don’t usually get down and dirty with a man I’ve only just met.” At least, not these days! Gaylon lifted his hands and shrugged. “What can I say? Your father likes me.” “Why have you come here, Gaylon?” “I was on a mission to find the descendants of our illustrious leader’s brother. All I had were the coordinates for your parents’ property. My orders said I’d find assistance here, as long as I arrived at Christmas time. Mind you, I didn’t expect my ship to act up the way it did.” He reached over and ran the pad of his thumb across her lips. “I also didn’t expect to meet someone like you.” At his touch, heat slammed into Kiki. The breath caught in her chest. Her pulse raced, heart pounding so loud she wondered if he could hear it. “Stop with the mind thing,” she snapped. “I’ve told you how I feel about being in control.” Hell, now she was acting like a spoilt kid. She wasn’t so much angry with him as herself. For some reason, she couldn’t control the feeling surging through her. Shit, her panties had been continually wet since meeting Gaylon, hormones totally out of kilter. She had one thought, and one thought only, in her mind. Fucking Gaylon! What price her hard-won self-control now?

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Gaylon shook his head. “I’m not doing anything to your mind. This is about us. My gut cramps with desire every time I’m close to you.” He slid his hand down his front. “My cock is so hard it’s a wonder I haven’t busted the zip on these trousers. My balls are hot and tight. I’m in pain. I want to sink myself into your heat, feel your muscles clench around me, smell the scent of your arousal. I want --” “Stop!” Kiki sucked in a sharp breath. Somehow, she had to keep this civilized, otherwise she’d start ripping the remaining clothes off him. “Why Christmas of all times?” “I have no idea. I simply follow orders.” He shrugged. “Maybe the powers that be thought I’d enjoy an Australian Christmas.” He was now so close Kiki could feel the brush of his lips against her ear. She lost her concentration altogether when he ran his tongue around the furled edge. “I… ah… I don’t have a present for you.” She said the first inane thing that came into her head. Stupid, Kiki! “Isn’t it Santa Claus who brings the presents to all the girls and boys?” A shivering started deep inside as Gaylon lightly walked his fingers up and down her arms. Goosebumps pebbled her flesh. Rational thought patterns scattered, leaving her floundering for something to say. “That’s if you believe in Santa.” “Don’t you believe in Santa, Kiki?” “Right at this point, I’m not certain what I believe in. My father tells me aliens use our house for a dropping-off point on their visits to Earth and I am supposed to believe that. My brother is almost pushing me at you. Jonathan has been a pain in the ass, acting like a jealous lover. And you --” “Is Jonathan your lover?” He moved back a bit to look at her. She pushed herself to her knees and turned her back on him, elbows propped up on one of the bales of hay stored in the stall. If she kept looking at him, she’d drown in those brooding eyes. “No, he’s damn well not,” she snapped out. “He’s nothing but a friend and work colleague.”

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Leaning over the hay bale, she dropped her head to rest on her clenched fist. “This was supposed to be a happy family Christmas. Now I’m not certain what I’m supposed to do or how I’m supposed to act. The whole world has gone crazy.” Kiki almost forgot to breathe as Gaylon moved in behind her until his lower body pressed against her. She didn’t need to ask what he was feeling. It was evident in the rock-hard erection prodding at her ass. “What do you want, Kiki? Forget everyone else. What are your needs?” She opened her mouth to tell him it was none of his business. Then she paused. Did she dare? He’d be gone in a couple of days. She’d never see him again. It wasn’t as if he lived across the street or in the next town. What harm could it do? She’d spent years shoring up her defenses so her sexual nature didn’t rule her. Damn it, she hated feeling like this. Anger at her own weakness whipped through her. Her heart pounded and drove the blood at breakneck speed through her veins. Her skin felt as if she’d stood too close to a fire. Hot. Tight. Within seconds, the anger had changed, morphed into a raging hunger. A sexual hunger. Her nipples peaked, aching for Gaylon’s touch. In an involuntary action, she rubbed her ass against his hard cock. God help her, she was a lost cause. Was she strong enough to deal with the fallout after Gaylon left? Yeah, she was. She’d done it before when she was a teenager. What she wasn’t strong enough to do was walk away from what he offered. Somehow, in a matter of hours, connecting with Gaylon, both sexually and emotionally, had become the most important thing in her life. She might well regret this, but she’d regret it even more if she didn’t grab hold of the opportunity destiny had dropped on her doorstep. “What do I want?” She turned to look at him over her shoulder, need overwhelming her. A buzzing filled her head. The only sound she could make out was the knock of metal horseshoes on timber partitions. A steady thump that resembled the beat of her heart as words formed in her brain. “I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast!”

Chapter Six At Kiki’s words, Gaylon groaned, the sound torn from deep in his chest. “Thank the stars,” he whispered, bending forward so he stretched along her back. “You’re driving me crazy. I can’t exist much longer without the taste of you. The feel of your feminine muscles clenching around my cock. The breathy little moans you make just before you come.” “For crying out loud, don’t talk about it. Do it!” She ground herself back against him. The blood raced through his body, heading below his belt to center in his cock. He didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but she proved him wrong. He wanted to rip her clothes off. Ram himself into her until he felt his balls slap on her ass. Most of all, he wanted her to be fully aware of what she was doing. “Are you sure, Kiki? I don’t want you accusing me of coercing you. You have to want this as much as I do. You have to feel the hunger, too.” It wasn’t that he was starved for sexual energy. Okay, so he was. His race needed to “feed” many times a day to survive. Without lust and its byproducts, he would very quickly lose all energy, his essence fading until it could no longer support life. It could happen in a matter of hours. He could have forced the feeding on her, but he didn’t want to. He felt a big enough bastard for not telling her about his lost nutrient supply and his savage need for sex. Something about Kiki Bates got to him, deep inside where he hid his most precious memories. This felt so right, as if he’d always known this moment would come. With her highly sensual nature, her almost ravenous need to experience their lovemaking to the full, her ability to communicate with him on a psychic level when in the throes of sexual abandon, he would swear she was from his own planet.

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“Damn you, Gaylon, if you don’t --”

“You asked for it, Dearling.”

He gave up analyzing his feelings. Instead, he devoted himself to what Kiki had

asked for. “You want it hard and fast?” “Gaylon!” With a wicked chuckle, he eyed the leather bridle hanging from a hook just above Kiki’s head. Did he dare? Why not? It was time to see how far she’d let him go. Without a word, he grabbed the bridle and, catching her hands in his, wrapped the leather strip about her wrists. Then he secured the end to the hook on the wall so she lay stretched out over the hay bale, her ass vulnerable to his attack. “Hey, what the --”

“Does this worry you? I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

She surprised him by chuckling. “Ooh, kinky!”

It was all the encouragement he needed. He slid his hands under her chest and

reached for the buttons of her blouse, until he realized it wasn’t possible to remove it with her hands tied like that. Well, he wasn’t going to let that stop him. No way could he give up his fantasy now. Gripping the back of the light fabric, he rent it down the middle and pushed the pieces to either side, grinning when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Oh, my,” she whispered, lifting her upper body slightly so he could palm her breasts. “You big he-man, you!” He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger until they were hard little points. Then he slid his hands to her waist, all the while licking his way down her back. She squirmed, as much as the leather strap would allow, her breathing a series of soft moans that hardened his cock even more. By feel alone, he jerked both shorts and panties down to expose her ass. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Kiki stretched over the hay bale, her hands tethered and her soft ass just waiting for his ministrations. Unable to help himself, he

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bent down and bit one cheek, bathing the love bite with a slow sweep of his tongue when she squealed. “That turn you on, Kiki, my sweet? It does me, to see you like this.” Lifting first one knee and then the other, he slipped off her sandals and stripped her shorts from her legs, widening her knees so he could see her cunt. Ahh, by the gods, what a sight. Her nether lips, half hidden by a nest of lightbrown hair. He could smell her desire, musky and rich. It sent a sweep of molten fire through his blood, a conflagration that burned from the inside out. The thick shaft of his cock throbbed in time with the pounding of his heartbeat and all he could think of was burying himself up to the hilt in her warmth. He slid two fingers into her. “You’re so hot and wet. So ready for me.” “Gaylon. Now! Don’t tease. Fuck me.” He couldn’t wait any longer. Scrambling to his feet, he undid his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. Back to his knees, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and, holding tight to her hips, rammed home. Kiki let out a scream as he thrust into her. Oh God, this was what she’d been waiting for. What she’d needed. No finesse. No love play. Just the heavy pounding of his shaft sliding in and out of her pussy. She was too far gone to even be upset about him not using a condom. She’d worry about it later. Right now, she wanted skin on skin, no artificial barrier dulling the sensation. Tomorrow was soon enough to ask him about alien physiology and the risk of pregnancy. She twisted her hands about so she could grasp the leather strap binding her wrists. She needed something to hold on to. With every thrust, the hay beneath her rubbed her breasts. Her nipples were so highly sensitized it almost bordered on pain. A pain that immediately flared into mind-bending pleasure. Gaylon growled as she pushed her hips backwards, trying to take him even deeper. When he slid one hand down, parted her vulva and caressed the hard button of her clit, she cried out, her hips bucking in reaction.

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Her mouth grew dry as she struggled to catch her breath. Gaylon didn’t give her a chance. He changed the angle of entry and drove the tension higher than ever. Her gut tightened. The spasms started small, building with every stroke of his thick shaft. Her internal muscles tightened around him, fighting to keep him seated deep inside her. Her heart beat so hard she thought she might actually pass out from the sensory overload. Gaylon pumped his hips harder. Faster. The ripples inside her pussy magnified, spreading out to fill her whole body. The tension had her almost at screaming point. Then with one final thrust, Gaylon shouted his release and Kiki followed him, her cry mingling with his hoarse bellow. “Oh, my,” she managed to gasp. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Gaylon chuckled and untied her hands before collapsing on the hay, half covering her body. Kiki loved the weight of him. The feel of him. As her breathing evened out, she made a startling realization. She didn’t want Gaylon to leave. She might well have found the only man, alien or human, who could match her voracious appetites. Moreover, a man who made her feel complete, who made her laugh, even when she was angry with him. Holy crap, when had that happened? It was enough to scare her witless.

Chapter Seven “Gaylon, we’d better get dressed in case someone comes.” Her heart thumped in her chest, but for a totally different reason now. She needed time on her own to try to put this into perspective. “Come on, alien boy, up and at ’em.” “Hmm? But I’m so comfortable here.” He turned his head and licked his way across her back, around her ribs, and up, nipping at the soft skin on the curve of her breast. A gurgle of laughter caught her by surprise, considering the emotional turmoil that raged inside. “Ouch! I still owe you for that bite on my ass. Be careful there, my friend.” He nuzzled her with his chin, the new growth of beard scratching slightly -- an erotic sensation that made the muscles in her pussy clench with renewed need. She squirmed, both inside and out. God, Kiki, you are in deep shit. “Gaylon, we need to get back to the house. How are you going to feel if Dad comes in here and sees your little white ass pointing up in the air?” He let loose with a crack of laughter and shifted his weight. Kiki jumped as the mare in the next box kicked out at the side of the enclosure, obviously startled by the noise. A whinny echoed through the semi-darkened interior when another of the horses objected to their intrusion. Funny, she hadn’t even given a thought to disturbing the animals before this. Not even when she’d screamed out her satisfaction as Gaylon made her come. The horse in the stall next to them made another vocal protest. She’d have to get up and settle it down. As Gaylon pushed himself upright and bent from the waist to grab for his jeans, she rolled over onto her back. Before she could say anything the mare -- it had to be

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Jewel, her horse, didn’t it? -- arched her neck over the top of the rail and rolled her lips back, baring her horsy teeth. “Gaylon, watch out.” Kiki was well aware of Jewel’s tricks. “She’ll b --” Too late! “Fuckin’ stars, that demon horse bit me on the ass.” Gaylon straightened up, hand on his rump, as he scooted out of Jewel’s way. With his jeans down around his ankles, he didn’t have a hope. He lost his footing and ended up back on his rear end in the straw. Kiki was laughing so much she had trouble getting her panties and shorts back on. “Hah, serves you right,” she retorted amid giggles. “That’s payback for the bite on my ass. Let me look.” He turned and presented his backside to her. The horse had left a big red bite mark, but at least she hadn’t broken the skin. “Aww, poor baby.” Giving into temptation, she ran her tongue across the area, leaving a damp trail behind. Then she blew a puff of air across the wet area, grinning when Gaylon dragged in a sharp breath at her actions. “Get your pants on, big boy. We’ve gotta go make nice to the family.” While Gaylon struggled with his clothing, Kiki searched around for something to wear on her top half. The torn pieces of her blouse hung like discarded flags on the edge of the hay bale. Finally, she tracked down a jacket her father had left there and shrugged it on, running the zip right up to her neck. “Hey, what are you two doing out here, or shouldn’t I ask?” Kiki jumped and spun to face the door and the cheeky grin on her brother’s face. Shit, she hadn’t even heard the door open. “Aaron, you scared the crap outta me. I didn’t hear you.” Aaron waggled his eyebrows. “Guilty conscience, sis? Anyway, Dad says it’s time to come inside.” He turned and led the way out of the stables, Kiki and Gaylon following like naughty children.

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Heat swept up over Kiki’s face as she walked between the two men back to the house. She didn’t need to check out Aaron’s face to know he was smirking at her. It was there in the tone of his voice as he chatted with Gaylon. When they reached the homestead, she halted at the entrance to the living room. “I’m going to have a shower. I’ll join you all as soon as I’m done.” She left them to it, knowing if she went in there, one or other of her family members was sure to say something about her wearing Dad’s jacket on the hottest Christmas Eve in recorded history. She wasn’t ready for that.

*** “Here you go, Gaylon. Get this into you. It only has a little brandy in it. The alcohol might give you a bit of a lift.” Gaylon’s hand shook as he reached out to take the glass from Kiki’s father. It was getting worse, his energy levels reaching critical level. He’d never felt so bad in all his life. “You’ll have to do something about that soon,” Aaron chimed in with a nod of his head at the tremors making it hard for Gaylon to take a sip of his drink. “It’ll only get worse, until it’s too late to do anything about it.” “He’s right,” Dillon said. “Why didn’t you zero in on the release of sexual energy inside the homestead? We wouldn’t have minded. It’s not as if you would have had any direct contact with any of us. You know what the repercussions are if you don’t feed regularly. And I ain’t talking food here, boy.” “I know, but it doesn’t seem right. It’s… it’s like an invasion of privacy.” Gaylon squirmed at the image of feeding on his host. “And what about you and Kiki?” Gaylon eyed Kiki’s dad. Just how much did he know? If he was as clued in as Gaylon thought he was, he had a darn good idea what he and Kiki had been up to. Was Dillon about to bash his brains in? “Ah, sir, about Kiki. We… um, we --”

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“Stop fidgeting, Gaylon.” Dillon clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Haven’t you worked it out yet? This was meant to be.” Carefully placing the glass on a nearby table, Gaylon backed up until he could sit down in one of the large lounge chairs. He’d only had a few mouthfuls of the eggnog, but he felt decidedly light-headed. Surely the alcohol hadn’t had that great an effect? Or was it he didn’t want to hear what Dillon Bates had to say? Whatever it was, he had a feeling he was about to be fed information that could very well change his life forever. “Come on, Gaylon, work it out,” Aaron interrupted. “Sheeze, you’re smarter than that.” “I’m sorry, but I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Gaylon’s head thumped, the pain making it difficult to concentrate. Aaron dropped into the chair beside him. “Why do you think there’ve been so many UFO sightings over our property, mate? Think it’s only coincidence?” “Your father -- I was told I’d get assistance here to start my search for the descendants of the ruler’s brother.” Dillon burst out laughing. “Who the heck do you think I am? You were sent here for one specific reason.” Gaylon was having a hard time trying to process this. He pointed at Dillon. “You’re --” “Yep, I’m the descendant you were sent to find, but that was only an excuse to get you here.” “So that makes Kiki,” he flicked a glance at the young man beside him, “and Aaron…” “My wife is human, but the two races breed well together. Kiki and Aaron are half alien.” Kiki? Alien? Gaylon shook his head. He couldn’t take it in. “Does she know?” Then he remembered something else Dillon had said. “And the reason I was sent here?”

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Aaron leant over and slapped him on the arm. “To keep my baby sister out of trouble, of course.” He started to laugh. “She’s going to run you ragged, mate. She ain’t no tame, submissive female.”

Kiki brushed her wet hair back from her face and approached the living room. She had her hand flat on the door, about to push it open, when she heard the laughter. Well, Aaron’s laughter. Seems the boys were spending Christmas Eve in the traditional way. Getting sloshed on over-spiked eggnog. “Gaylon, listen up and I’ll let you in on a secret,” Aaron said. “Your ship didn’t fail. It was deliberately set so that you’d have to land here, although we didn’t expect you to crash, let alone wreck your nutrient supply. We just thought with the coolant lines out of action, you’d put down here and seek assistance. All we had to do was get you here at the right time.” “Why Christmas?” “Because we knew Kiki would be home for Christmas.” Kiki paused and shook her head. What were her father and Aaron talking about? Dad knew Gaylon would be here? Huh? “And why was that important?” She could hear the question in Gaylon’s voice, as if he were trying to understand. Well, she wanted to know, too. What in hell had her family planned for her? She was about to burst her way into the room when her father started talking. Something told her she’d learn a lot more if she waited. “You think we haven’t seen how it is with you and Kiki? Hell, boy, you needed to feed on Kiki. It was meant to be. I’ve been meaning to ask her how she feels about that.” “She doesn’t know,” Gaylon said, his voice so low Kiki had to strain to hear it. Enough! Kiki wanted to know what they were talking about. Seems there were too many secrets she wasn’t a part of. That was about to change.

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“What doesn’t Kiki know?” She pushed the door wide open and stepped into the room, staring at Gaylon, but addressing the question to her father. “Tell me, Dad, just what have you been hiding from me?” Gaylon pushed himself to his feet, but remained beside the chair. “Kiki, I --” “Shut up, Gaylon. I’ll get to you in a minute.” The fact that Gaylon seemed to need the armrest of the lounge chair for support slithered through Kiki’s mind and then slipped away. Right now, she didn’t have time for that. She focused her gaze on her father. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on and you can start with explaining why Gaylon needs to feed on me.” Dillon ran his hand through his shoulder-length hair, pushing it back from his face. “I guess it is time you knew.” He shrugged. “It’s no big thing. You’ll get used to the idea. Your mother did.” “Dad!” “Don’t take that tone with Dad,” Aaron interrupted. “Stay out of this, Aaron. I’m talking to Dad, not you.” She lifted her head and frowned at her father. “Tell me.” He sighed. “The Scolos race lives by feeding on lust, on the release of energy from sexual indulgence, for want of a better explanation. Gaylon lost his nutrient supply during the crash. If he doesn’t feed, he’ll die. The only thing he can tolerate at this point is sweet dishes and candy. It wasn’t exactly what we planned when we arranged for his ship to land here while you were home.” Kiki spun to face Gaylon, shock slithering up and down her spine, a wash of icy rage filling her heart. “You… you…” Shit, she couldn’t even get the words out. She tried again. “You encouraged me to indulge myself and like a fool, I fell for it. All you wanted was to make me come so you could dine in style?” Her tone rose on the final words until she all but screamed. “You’re my father!” Disgust filled her as she turned back to her parent. “What? You want me to go around fucking every man I see so Gaylon can have a feast?” “Kiki, you can’t talk to Dad that way!”

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“Go to hell, Aaron. You’re as bad as he is. You knew and said nothing.” She faced her father again, tears in her eyes. “You knew how much I hated the sensual side of my nature, yet you still arranged for Gaylon to come here. When I met him, it was as if I couldn’t help myself. He called to something inside me, something I’d hidden from for a long while. Even though he was an alien, I felt like I’d found the other half of myself.” By now, the tears had traced a scalding path down her cheeks. She was vaguely conscious of Gaylon moving until he stood beside her, but for the moment, she ignored him. “Baby, it’s not as bad as you think,” her father said. “This was preordained. You were meant to feel this way about Gaylon.” “What are you saying?” She held her breath as she waited for his answer. “You and Gaylon were meant to be together. When you were born and I saw how many of my traits you had inherited, I arranged with the Council of Scolos to have you bonded to Gaylon. His father was a regular visitor to the property in those days.” “Bonded?” Kiki shook her head, needing to understand, but not certain she was in a fit state to take it in. “Bonded?” Gaylon echoed. “You… By the stars, why didn’t my father tell me? It explains why I was so attracted to her. Why I felt I couldn’t take energy from anyone but Kiki. I should have known.” “Will someone please tell me what this is all about?” Kiki stamped her foot, trying to get some attention. “Turn your wrist over, Kiki,” Dillon said. “You see that faint white scar? Gaylon has one the same. When you were babies, we mixed the blood, making you partners for life. I thought it was time you both met.” She backed away from the lot of them, heading toward the door of the room. “Dear God, I can’t believe this is happening. First, you tell me Gaylon has been sucking on my spirit every time I climax. Now you tell me I’m married to the guy.” She

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laughed, ignoring the thread of hysteria in the sound. “For crying out loud, how am I supposed to be married to him? He’s a freekin’ alien. In case you’ve forgotten!” Gaylon shuffled toward her, stopping a foot from the doorway. She held her hand up to ward him off. “And I suppose you want me to grow up and settle down with you and give you lots of little green alien babies or something? You’re a bloody alien.” He stared at her, his mouth pulled into a straight line. “But you’re an alien, too, Kiki. Or at least half alien.”

Chapter Eight Kiki’s mouth fell open. She flicked a glance first at Gaylon before letting it travel on over her father and brother. No one was smiling. Dear God, it was true. A movement behind her made her jump. Her mother stepped into the doorway and laid her hand on her arm. Kiki stared down at her, running her gaze over the familiar features. Such a tiny woman, but so many secrets. “It’s okay, honey. It will just take time to get used to the idea,” Amie said. Suddenly, a lot of things made sense. The constant UFO sightings over the property. Her father’s penchant for only sweet foods. Why, even now, after years of marriage, her father and mother couldn’t keep their hands off each other. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered. “I wanted to,” she sighed, “but I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it. Your father’s people -- your people -- are a very sexual race, feeding as they do on lust. You were so determined to ignore that side of your nature, we decided to wait.” “We can work this out,” Gaylon said. “It won’t be so bad, you’ll see. Once a bonding takes place and an oath is given, it can’t be undone. I know the idea of being half alien is strange to you, but we’ll think of a way to have the best of both worlds.” Kiki shrugged off the hand he’d placed about her shoulders. “Don’t you touch me,” she yelled. “You could have told me! You didn’t, you just wanted to fuck me every chance you got.” “It wasn’t like that,” he said, holding his hands out to her. “Oh, yes, it was,” she spat out. “Enough! No more! You know what you’ve done, all of you? You’ve stripped away everything I ever believed about myself. I no longer know who I am.”

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She wiped her hand across her eyes, trying to clear her vision of the tears that refused to stop falling. “I’m outta here. I’m going camping.” She pointed to Gaylon. “And I’m not coming back until he’s gone.” She whirled to leave the room, but her father’s voice stopped her. “Kiki, he’ll die if he doesn’t feed.” “So let him feed off someone else. This supermarket has closed.” “But it’s Christmas Eve,” her father said. “I want my family all together to celebrate.” “Celebrate what? A new marriage in the family? I don’t think so.” “Let her go,” her mother interrupted. “She needs time on her own.” Kiki walked away, determined not to return until Gaylon had gone. Maybe then, she could learn to forgive her family for not telling her who she was and Gaylon for pretending to care when all he was doing was feeding his habit.

*** “Ho ho ho! Have you been a good little boy?” Kiki watched through the open window as Gaylon played Santa. She smiled. Aaron and Dad must have coached him in how to act the part. Damien sat astride his lap and Lila leaned against his knee, grinning up at him. Kiki had to admit he was good with the children. “Damien and me has been real good, Santa. So what have you got in your sack for us?” The rest of her family burst out laughing. Even Kiki had to chuckle. Nothing like the avarice of children. She hadn’t been able to stay away. One night in the bush and she’d wanted to come home, and not only to make her peace with her family. No, she missed Gaylon! She shook her head. Darn, she had it bad. Alien or not, he touched something deep inside her. Love? She wasn’t sure yet, but she had to find out. The type of love her parents had was priceless. Even now, her mother cuddled up to her father in one of the lounge

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chairs. Love like that was too precious a gem to toss out because of a childish tantrum. She was pig-headed in the extreme. Stubborn to a fault. But she wasn’t an idiot. After years of hiding from herself, it was rather liberating to give in to her senses. As far as being bonded to Gaylon, well, she’d see what eventuated. All she knew was that she couldn’t walk away from him. “Aunty Kiki, Aunty Kiki!” Lila’s shrill treble brought her back to the present. Now the family knew she was home, she might as well join them, although truth be told, she would have preferred to see Gaylon on his own. The children rushed at her as she entered the room. “Merry Christmas, Aunty Kiki.” “A Merry Christmas to you, too. Did Santa give you what you wanted?” Before the kids could respond, a deep voice interrupted. “Why don’t you come over here and tell me what you want for Christmas, little girl?” Her mouth twitched as, ignoring everyone else, she advanced on Gaylon. Catching him by surprise, she perched on his knees, turning her body so she could look at him. “I’ve been a good girl, Santa, and I plan on being even better. What have you got for me?” Santa wrapped a strong arm about her waist and pulled her fully onto his lap until she rested against his chest. Well, what chest she could reach around the padding of his stomach. Then he moved his head until his lips brushed against the edge of her ear. “Santa would like to give you his life,” he whispered. “How do you feel about that?” Kiki shivered as his breath caressed the side of her face. Goosebumps broke out on her arms. A lump lodged in her throat. Damn, how the heck did he do that? She was already so hot she could strip him naked and take him deep without any preparation at all.

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She squirmed on his lap, for the moment forgetting her watching family. Even Lila’s shrill voice didn’t penetrate the sexual haze that blanketed her mind. “Having trouble deciding? Perhaps I could help you.” He spread his knees a fraction and pressed his lower body against her ass. Oh my, Santa had a big, thick hard-on in his pants. She stared at him. With all the face fuzz, it was difficult to see his expression, but there was no doubt about the sexy twinkle in his eyes. Dark eyes, deep and smoldering. Full of that brooding quality that drove her crazy, sending her libido on a downward spiral. “Aunty Kiki, what’s Santa giving you for Christmas?” Kiki grinned at Lila’s question. “What are you giving me for Christmas, Santa? Aside from that rather resourceful… um, fellow tucked away in your baggy red pants? From the feel of it, you’re going commando and he’s getting impatient.” Gaylon, despite the pallor of his face, managed a sexy grin. Then the grin faded as he cupped her face in his hands. “I don’t know where this is going, but I’d like to find out. Even without the bonding, I feel like you’re my soul mate, my reason for being. I’m not ever going back home. I’m staying right here until you accept the fact that there’s something between us. Maybe enough to last a lifetime.” Kiki felt as if her insides had melted. Emotion washed over her, filling her heart and driving out any little twinges of reservation she might have harbored. Gaylon was willing to give up life on his own planet and stay here with her. No man had ever done anything like that for her. Not that she’d given them a chance. For Gaylon, she was willing to risk all. Oh boy, talk about a Christmas present! “Besides,” Gaylon continued in a low voice, “I’ve finally met a woman who can match me orgasm for orgasm. Think I’m going to walk away from that?” He grinned. “But what about you? You’ll have to accept the fact that our race needs regular sexual fulfillment to survive, although your father assures me that eventually, over time, I’ll be able to digest your human food to a degree. Can you cope with that?” Could she, by heck!

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Holy cow, the answer to any girl’s dream. A man who never went cold on the idea of making love to his wife. “Hmm, I can’t see that being a big problem. I’m sure your… needs could be accommodated.” She grinned and leaned forward to brush his lips with hers, spluttering as his false whiskers got in the way. “Besides, you can’t go home. I haven’t had you fully naked in bed yet.” She started to slide off his lap. “Hey, where are you going? I like the feel of you right there,” he objected. She eyed the erection bulging the front of the Santa pants. “I just bet you do,” she chuckled. “Come on, let’s go. It’s getting cold.” He frowned at her. “What is?” “Why, Santa’s feast, of course!” Then she twitched her ass at him as she headed for the bedroom. This had been one Christmas she was glad she’d come home.

The End

The Soul of the Succubus Meanwhile, back at The Paranormal Investigations Research Authority… Jonathan has spent his adult life flitting from woman to woman, scoring notches on the bedpost -- until he and Alice are sent to the middle of the outback to investigate reports of demon possession. Once there, a succubus takes over Alice’s body -- by day, she’s meek, mild mannered Alice, but at night she turns into a sultry siren! Although Alice defeats the succubus, she continues to pretend to be possessed -she’s not about to deny her growing feelings for Jonathan, both sexually and emotionally. For the first time in his life, Jonathan wants permanence, but Alice doesn’t want a man who changes women like dirty socks. Can Jonathan convince her he’s changed?

Alexis Fleming Alexis Fleming’s first book was a bedtime story for her children called Sammy the Snail, written and illustrated totally in crayon. She hooked her children in and created a new career for herself, a career that gives her immense satisfaction and a lot of fun. She now writes her own bedtime stories, but be warned, these are strictly adults only! A voracious reader, Alexis’ first love has always been romance, whether on this world or the next. Now she turns her hand to erotic romance, giving her readers a taste of the steamy side of love, along with a dash of comedy. When she isn’t tied to her computer creating sizzling stories, Alexis, along with her husband and a demon cat called Chloe, runs a motel situated on the edge of a National Marine Park in Jervis Bay, New South Wales, Australia. You can visit with Alexis at www.alexisfleming.net.