I’m marginally embarrassed to have my sibling privy to our activity, but not shamed. I peck a kiss on Matthew’s wrist, able to reach because he’s cupping my face. Staring into his faintly guilty eyes, I share, “Did you know that when you yell while you’re inside me, it makes your cock turn harder?” I drag a claw along his haired chest, right over his heart. “I like it.”
He moves until we’re nose to nose. “I’m on lunch. The plan was for me to take a break, make love to my wife, maybe eat something, and then back to work.” He gives me a pointed nudge—very pointed. “Now I want to keep making love to you more than the other two things I was supposed to do. You can’t say shit like that to me.”
I catch my lower lip with the tip of my fang. And I give the tiniest roll of my hips, squeezing him internally, making his cock flex hard. “Oops.”
Matthew slams his lips over mine and shoves me down with his body until I’m flat to the table, my horns gouging the already well-scarred wood. After all, this isn’t the first time my mate has had me in this kitchen, much as my brothers would prefer to hope we live under vows of chastity. “That’s it,” he warns. “You’re about to get fucked.”
No, my love. You are, I think with a wicked smile, and lock my legs behind him. Tipping my chin to meet his eyes, I order, “Take me like you’re a wild alien.”
Matthew pulls back, blinking. “You know, after this many years together, I thought you were pretty much done surprising me with the things you say. You want me to do what now?”
I bring my hands to his ass cheeks and give him my claws. “Take me wild, you beautiful alien.”
With a laugh, my mate grabs me firmly by my shins. “Okay, gonna pound this cunt.” My tail lashes the air behind him, roused and tantalized by his crude language. “Brace yourself.”
And then he does exactly as I wanted, loving me so wild, we end up against the wall at one point, and climax together on the floor.
He rolls us until it’s him on the floor, me stretched out over him, him still inside me, but softening. His single heart slows its beating against mine, calm after meting out the aggressive coupling I craved. He gives me a proud kiss and murmurs, “Happy?”
“Yes,” I confirm with the laziest, most satisfied smile. “Very.” I take his face in my hands, staring deep into his beautiful human eyes. “Matthew, you’ve made me so happy.”
His gaze searches mine, turning serious. “Same here, sweetheart. It’s so good it scares me sometimes.”
I nod, sobering. “Me as well. But I have it on good authority that we’re meant for each other and I must keep you ‘on your toes’ for a lifetime. So I plan to.”
His eyes narrow. “And who told you this?”
I sniff and fold my hands over his pectoral. “One of your sisters. She had other advice too. Some of which, you might wish to know, but she of course swore me to secrecy unless under the threat of torture. My, look at the time. Would you like that bite to eat you mentioned earlier before you have to rush back to work?” I start to move off of him, knowing he’ll stop me.
To my delight, he does. He drags me up until he has me braced just the way he wants me over his face. “Oh, I want to eat all right. And I have some information it seems I need to pry out of you.”
With a manufactured sigh, I meet his eyes below me and I pet his thigh with my tail. “I wonder if this would constitute as torture.”
Matthew grabs my hips and grins into my flesh. “Baby, hold on. You don’t get to come until I hear everything I want to hear from your pretty mouth.”
“Okay,” I agree happily. “Do your worst, please.”
He chuckles—and then he sets in on me, doing exactly that.
His tongue is absolutely magical. And deviant. And he draws out my peaks of pleasure until I tell him absolutely everything.
I have ‘zero regrets,’ as he would say. Best. Torture. Ever.
THE END.
NOTE FROM AMANDA:
POOR JONOHKADA
Originally, The Alien’s Little Sister was book 2 of a set. The first one is Jonohkada’s story, where Inara is introduced. Jonoh’s story was set to release before this one, but when The Quarry Master’s reviews started to trickle in, many of them stating that Gracie’s presence was overwhelming—I realized I had a problem. Because Gracie is a big feature of Jonoh’s world. And even more problematic, Julie, one of the human women you spy Jonoh with in this story, is… basically a different flavor of Gracie.
I pulled every on-screen Gracie scene from his book, but that still left Julie. To write her out would be a nightmare. I wish I could tell you that I figured out some really great trick to solve this problem, but I didn’t. I love Jonohkada, but I can’t even load his document without moaning and wishing I could stop working and do literally any other thing (like help change burnt-up differential fluid that smells like a clowder of cats, for example). The story has lost its sparkle and I can’t fix it. Not yet. I’m really, really sorry. If you can read mentions of Gracie without it setting your teeth on edge, I’ve included a chapter a few page swipes from now for fun. But if teasing excerpts drive you nuts (or if Gracie does!) be sure to avoid it. (In a single chapter, Gracie is mentioned five times.) *Sweating emoji.*
The pause on Jonoh’s book is crummy, and I nearly put off The Alien’s Little Sister release because of it, but Susanna Harle, the artist of Matt and Inara’s cover, finished the artwork before Quarry Master even released. She spent many, many hours drawing and painting Matt and Inara’s cover art (and NSFW art) and has been waiting patiently for forever to show it off. I can’t in good conscience hold onto this and make her workmanship be for nothing. She deserves to be able to add it to her portfolio. So here the book is, hopefully enough of a standalone to be a good time. I so hope you feel your reading hours were well spent. And I need you to know: I thank you from the bottom of my heart for grabbing this book!!!
If you haven’t seen it yet and you like NSFW art, check out the naughty naked version of Matt and Inara’s cover HERE. =D It’s beautiful thanks to Susanna Harle’s talent!
CHICAGOANS SAY
Chicago, like anywhere in the world, has developed interesting regional words and phrases, like frunchrooms and yous and dibs. Regional term preferences are a thing too, with water fountains (not ‘drinking fountains!’) versus Wisconsin’s (and Boston’s and maybe Portland’s) bubblers, a strong preference for gym shoes versus sneakers, pop instead of soda, washroom instead of restroom, and in the Southside of Chicago where Matt is from, gratchkey is a commonly used portmanteau from garage and key, but I could not get this word to fit no matter how badly I wanted it.
It was a lot of fun to research, and to everyone who knows Chicago, I hope I got it right! =D
THE BOSS
Like Matt said, there were 1,359 Boss 429 Mustangs made, and if you read this thinking there’s no way anyone would be driving a 429 Boss on a daily basis plus putting it through the snow and salt of Chicago winters—you’re right. That’s cruel and unusual treatment to a beautiful animal. But for this story, let’s say this Fastback’s rules are bent because of Matt’s unique live-life-like-you’re-dying family perspective. (Even to the point he’d sex up Inara where it can mess up the 429’s interior. Then again—to him, Inara is worth the damage to his classic heirloom, awww. =D ♥)