Aran: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance (9 page)

“They are small. Smaller than even earth women.”

They also don’t come in a multitude of colors. Women on his planet looked a lot alike, but that was because their genes were tweaked before they were born. They had no real choice in how they looked.

“Most of the men on my planet stand around five five. They are shorter than you are. The women are engineered from conception to be closer to five foot. It is rare to see one taller than five three, but it does happen. They are treated as throw-aways, the ones no one wants. We wanted them, but they were poisoned against us. They were told we would kill them if we ever touched them.”

“They believed that lie?”

“They grew up believing it.”

“So what happens to them?”

“A few of them were brave enough to defy society. They found out that they were genetically enhanced enough to love a warrior. Then they found out that their hearts wanted to love their warriors. No one liked it, but they were willing to leave the planet to be happy.”

“There was no one for you?”

“I thought so at first, but I realized she was for another.”

“I’m confused.”

“There was a female, she was not from my planet, but had been allowed to come visit and learn. I was attracted to her. I was overjoyed thinking she may be the mate I desperately wanted.”

“What happened to her?”

“She chose another.”

“You were hurt.”

He looked down at her, his eyes were still glowing. “Not anymore.” He took her in his arms and kissed her.

Chapter Fourteen

The sound of the shower woke her. She stretched only to wince in pain, the kind that made you smile. Three times he had apologized. Each time she had opened her arms and other parts enjoying the ride. He had lots of stamina. By the final time, she had said no more and he had been good with it.

He was huge and those feeler had her singing the praise of an alien lover, but her pleasure box had needed a rest and so had the rest of her body.

No pleading or threatening like some of her former lovers. Nope, he gave her a sweet kiss and told her to rest. She would need it for tonight.

Getting out of the bed, she walked into the bathroom to surprise her lover. Aran was her lover. Was she wearing that silly grin on her face? A quick look in the mirror confirmed that yep she was.

“Come join me doll.”

“How did you hear me?”

He inclined his head to look at her. “Good hearing.”

She entered the shower, it was big enough for more than two. She should probably be embarrassed. It had only been a week and she had already slept with him. All she could feel was satisfaction.

“Why do you call me doll?”

“You’re so small, you remind me of a beautiful china doll, but you’re tough too. So you’re doll, my doll.”

“Not sure how I feel about that.”

“They were one of the first things we saw when we came to earth. We materialized in a shop that sold them. They were our first good look at earth women. I had one of them in my hands when a strange barking caused me to drop it. It did not break. We all wondered if earth women would also look so fragile on the outside, but be as tough on the inside.”

“You see me as fragile and strong?”

“You are both. It only adds to your beauty.”

She smiled changing her mind, being seen as both fragile and strong appealed to her. “I love being called doll.”

The smile he gave her made her heart go into over drive. She needed some real space before she began to think she was in love with him and not just in lust with his gorgeous body.

“What are you planning for today?”

He had taken a sponge and was washing her gently. “I have to meet with my brothers soon at the office. We may come back later. Will that distract you?”

“No. Besides this is your place, silly.”

“It could be ours.”

“Maybe one day.” She reached up and kissed him, stopping all conversation.

She washed him down, paying special attention to some areas, but he stayed in control. No morning nooky for her. She’d see him tonight.

She made him breakfast before he left and he promised to make dinner. She had been surprised. She wasn’t expecting that. She had also been surprised that he gave her permission to roam the house at will.

She went to grab her phone. Dee had blown it up last night.

Text messages. ‘Hey how’s it going? Let me know.’

‘Hey haven’t heard from you yet. Did you get there ok?’

‘Really Rena you know the drill, text back.’

‘I had to call Niko that jerk. I told him if Aran hurt you I was going to wipe the floor with him and Niko too.’

‘He says Aran would never hurt you. I have heard that line before.’

‘Rena it’s morning. If I don’t hear from you soon I am reporting you as missing.’

She tried not to smile. Dee loved her and she loved her back.

“Rena?”

“Dee, I am fine. Sorry, we got to talking.” Discovering he wasn’t human. “Time got away and I never checked my phone. It was dead when I got up, so I plugged it in. I just got around to checking it.”

“You owe me. I was so scared something happened to you.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right I do owe you.”

“I also had to talk to Niko. You owe me for that one too.”

“What’s wrong with Niko?”

“We need a girl’s night for that one. Now for the real question, how good was he?”

“Dee!”

“Don’t Dee me. Dish.”

“He was good, better than good.”

“Was he come to my bed dirty, its ok?”

That was their system, you knew you had a keeper if you would let him come to bed dirty. You might not like it, but you liked him.

“Yeah, he was come to my bed dirty good.”

“I am jealous. Does he have a brother? Wait, I didn’t mean that.”

“Niko is his brother.”

“This is where we part. Don’t scare me like that again. Later.”

The phone rang and she picked it up still laughing at Dee.

“Hello.”

“Hi bitch.”

“Excuse me? You must have the wrong number.” The caller clicked end first.

Rena stood in the middle of the room, frozen. Had she just been threatened? Her body started to shake before she forced herself to stand still. She had been traumatized before. Hurt and abused. Afraid to go outside in the dark. Her heart beat fast as the old fear loomed up in her mind.

She was so sure she had overcome the trauma that had temporarily put her life on hold. How could one phone call bring up the past to such a painful degree? Her legs shook as she remembered what it felt like to be a hostage in her own home, afraid of the shadows in the dark. She was no longer a victim. She had conquered that fear. Images of her walking out in the dark flashed through her mind. She had refused to be a victim of the night. Anger would be her refuge.

Her heart beat fast, but not with fear. Her legs shook and her hands balled up into fists. Anger was striking hard and fast. She started pacing the room. Who could have threatened her? Brad? Why would he threaten her? She had been laid off? It’s not like she would be looking into him any longer.

If not Brad, then who? She walked into Aran’s office and booted up her lap top. Maybe it was time to look into that board of directors. There were four of them. Tom Johnson- the kindly grandfather who had always treated her with respect. Jim Smith- he was the understated type. Lars Colum- seemed nice enough and Elliot Jones, her skin crawled just thinking about him.

She would start with sweet and kind and work her way down to sleazy. There had to be a reason someone had called her to make a threat. Who knew her number? It wasn’t something that Brad would have and it didn’t sound like him on the phone, although she knew voices could easily be changed.

Mr. Johnson seemed to be what she had thought, an elderly gentleman who was sweet and kind. Jim smith came up clean. He was married with children and did his best to stay out of the lime light. The same couldn’t be said for Elliot Jones. He was a sleaze, but wouldn’t have a reason to threaten someone unless his affair got out. She cared less about his affair.

That left her with Lars Colum. He was remarkable in the fact they he had almost no foot print at all. It was like he did nothing digitally. How did a director on the board of a relatively large corporation have no online dealings?

Leaving that question for later she turned to her most likely suspect, Elliot Jones made her spidey senses go wild. He was the sleaze she had pegged him as.

The more she dug, the dirtier she felt. He juggled multiple women and men in the not so platonic way. But did being a sleaze make him someone who would threaten her with death? She sighed. Really, did she care who he slept with?

It was there. She was sure of it. She was just overlooking it. She headed back to look at Brad’s online profile to see if she could get anything else from him.

An hour later she stood and stretched. Brad was a small player in the big pool that dealt with drugs. There was no reason for him to threaten her though. She hadn’t even known until she had gotten the call.

Someone was suspicious that she might learn more and was trying to stop her before she decided to investigate further. She would never stand for being made a helpless victim again. She would find them.

She would have to go home. She did not want to bring trouble to Aran’s doorstep. But she wasn’t using that silly phone call as a reason to leave either. She felt torn inside half of her wanting to run, while the other half wanted to grab for the gold ring.

He wasn’t an alien and she had not had sex with him several times last night. Ok she signed to herself he was an alien and she had made love to him multiple times last night. In the dark it was easy to throw caution to the wind. In the light of day her rational mind was beating her up.

There was one thing she was sure of, it didn’t matter if he was alien or human she had to make sure he stayed alive. The best thing for her to do was to leave a note and tell him to give her a call later.

She looked around the office and left to find her belongings.

Chapter Fifteen

Her body wanted his touch. It had not taken that long to pack her belongings and call a cab. The waiting for the cab had been the longest part. Her stomach had tightened with thoughts of him coming in before she left.

Her bladder had suddenly wanted to find the rest room several times and her nerves had pricked her skin like small needles in the doctor’s office.

She became angrier with every thought that resisted her attempt to leave. Once it finally arrived, she slammed the door of the cab so hard, it shook. Yeah, she wanted to stay.

Who wouldn’t want to stay? He was different. She had never met anyone like him. He satisfied her. Instead of light touches to annoy her, he gave her deep hard thrusts and touched her like he wanted to worship her. He wasn’t afraid to break her and she liked that.

She opened the door to her house and the tight feeling in the pit of her stomach intensified. Someone had been there, the place was wrecked. On the wall was a picture of her with an X over it.

She called the cops. Not that she really wanted another stranger in her house. What should she do next?

She wished the process had been painless. Two cops came to the door. They sat her down and asked her who would be after her. Was she involved in anything illegal?

Two, three, four times they questioned her, before finally believing her story. They took her former work place address and phone, got details on Brad and made noises about contacting Mr. Harris. She had smiled through it all. Once done, they looked through the house, took pictures and did whatever they felt was relevant.

Now she was alone again in a place that was giving her the creeps. Was she scared? Not really. She was sure this little game was just to scare her away. There was no reason to kill her.

She felt violated. Nothing in her wanted to stay there. She had just decided to pack and get a hotel room for the night, when the doorbell sounded.

She walked to the door, not making a sound, and looked out the peep hole. A tall body with broad shoulders and thick muscles were all she could see. The tension she had been feeling all day fled.

With a smile, she open the door. Angry green eyes met hers.

“You left me.”

“I came home. There’s a difference.”

“You left without calling me. You have my number. I came home to an empty house and a note. Wasn’t I worth a phone call?”

He walked into the room, making her back up. His body was tense and he looked like he wanted to pounce. Pouncing could be good, but at that moment she was feeling like prey.

“Something happened and I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“What made you think I couldn’t take care of myself and you too?”

She could feel herself trying to choke on her words. What had made her think leaving him would be easy? She had known he would come looking for her. She had stayed in a place she no longer liked, waiting for him to get his ass in gear.

What could she say now? She had left because she didn’t want him in her fight, but was that the only reason? It wasn’t like her to run. She had stopped running years ago.

She looked at him and felt instant desire. When she looked at him she didn’t see an alien or a monster out to destroy the fine people of earth. Instead she saw a male that could be a danger to her heart.

“What happened here?”

“Finally noticed did you?”

She looked around the place, looking at it through his eyes. The place was a mess considering the fact she was almost compulsively neat. He would know that, she had put everything she brought to his house where it belonged.

When she had left, she had tried to erase every mark that she had been there. She had gone through the trouble of moving his clothes over so that it looked like her things had never been there. Yep, she was slightly compulsive.

“Someone broke in. Threatened me. The question is why?” Her voice was matter of fact, no emotional overspill.

“What now?”

“Huh?”

“What are you going to do now?”

She looked at him, not letting her face betray her feelings. So, he was going to leave her on her own. She would be ok. She had handled worse.