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Forcing her feet to walk away from the scene was harder than
she would have imagined. She’d never, well, rarely, fantasized about being with
another woman but those two had been hot. And really it wouldn’t take much to
send her over the edge.

She pushed her shoulders back and moved through the crowded
walkways. Bodies pressed on her from all sides. Normally she hated crowds but
tonight she wanted to press back, wanted to rub up against the hands that
reached out to her.

The room blurred, blending into one long, lazy sexual
dream—bodies and lips, fucking, touching. She looked up and realized she was
back to the table. The memories of her pass through the room were fuzzy, filled
with staged scenes, couples and trios touching and kissing. She looked at Cayl
and Mace. They didn’t even seem to know she’d been gone.

She opened her mouth to speak but the sight before her
stalled the words in her throat—Cayl, shirt open, six-pack visible and
lickable, Mace’s fingers pinching his nipples, strong hands stroking those
rippled abs. Mace was still clothed but Cayl had his hand on Mace’s cock,
rubbing, pumping.

And they kissed, hot male lips moving against each other,
the battle of male wills obvious even from the distance. Damn they were
gorgeous together. The only thing better might be fully naked, hands stroking
strong muscles.

She groaned, the sound slipping from her throat without her
command.

Mace slowly lifted his head and turned to look at her. Cayl
blinked but it didn’t clear the confusion in his gaze. They both looked drunk
on the passion.

“I, uh,” she swallowed and tried to find the right words. “I
didn’t see him,” she finally announced. “I think we should go and come back in
the morning when Cayl can track him.”

It was logical and practical but so not what she wanted to
do. Still, she had a mission, a job. And right now, that meant finding Harken.
Not stripping off her clothes and making a dog-pile of the two men before her.

Mace sat back, the bulge in his dark jeans hard and
impressive. She gulped and focused on Cayl. He had been the methodical being in
this investigation. Surely he would understand her logic.

He rolled away, sitting on the bench, legs wide, cock hard.
Damn, it looked like he was displaying himself, offering his cock for her use.

Need coiled in her core and she tried to press her legs
together but that only made it worse. She needed to leave, needed to get home
where she could pull out one of her electronic toys and relieve this ache.

“Is it wise to leave our quarry unwatched?” Cayl asked,
shifting just a little, seeming to rock his hips forward, showing her more,
distracting her for just a moment.

“We, uhm, won’t find him tonight, not with this crowd. But
you and I will come back in the morning and you can search for him. If he’s
here tonight you’ll be able to track him tomorrow, right?”

“Yes. His trace elements will linger in the atmosphere.”

Mace’s mouth bent up in a smirk. “So if you can trace him
tomorrow by these ‘trace elements,’ why not now?”

Devin glared at him. He obviously thought Cayl was just some
nutjob—though what that made her she didn’t want to think about—but he didn’t
have to mock him.

“It is too dark,” Cayl replied. He seemed to have no sense
that Mace wasn’t completely serious. “The only way I would be able to sense him
in this weak light is if I stumble across his path moments after he’d walked
through.”

“Ah, so your Spidey-Sense needs light, huh?”

“I do not understand this phrase.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Devin found herself clenching her
teeth and pulling her lips back just a bit, warning Mace to back off. He
shrugged but let it go. “Let’s get out of here.”

Cayl sighed. “I suppose you’re right. The crowd tonight is
too dense. It will be unlikely that we will find Harken this evening.” He made
the pronouncement and looked at Mace, regret filling his gaze. “We should
depart.”

The statement was followed by two long, deep groans as both
men stood.

“Are you okay?”

Mace lifted his head, a sardonic smile curving his lips. “I
need to fuck so bad I can taste it.”

His voice slid into her core like a thousand rabid
butterflies. He stopped next to her, bent down so his lips were right beside
her ear.

“The only thing hotter than fucking you?” He snagged her
earlobe with his teeth and bit down. A bright shimmer whipped into her pussy.
“Would be all three of us together, me inside that hot wet pussy, Cayl filling
your ass. Riding you hard until you screamed.”

The words swirled through her, illuminating her already
sparkling nerves. It would be so easy. All she had to do was say yes. Or nod or
even groan and she would find herself filled and fucked just like he described.
But the more noble angels won the battle.

“We should go.” She would have been more proud of herself if
her voice hadn’t sounded breathy and shaky when she’d said it.

Mace’s hand tightened on her waist and she was glad for it.
Her knees wobbled and Mace’s support helped keep her upright. She swallowed and
deliberately turned herself toward the door. She focused at that small goal—get
to the door without begging to be fucked.

Breathless and every nerve tingling, Devin led the way out
of the building. Well, “led” was a bit extreme. She walked, knees trembling,
Mace’s hand under her elbow guiding her, Cayl’s hand brushing against her ass
with each step. There was no way it was an accident, but she couldn’t find the
strength to tell him to stop. It felt too good, reminding her of Mace’s
offer—her, double penetrated, hot hard cocks filling her.

Last night had been bad enough but she’d at least been able
to come…tonight…

She whimpered when she thought of it. She’d been close, so
close but that damn waitress had to interrupt. Devin mentally slapped herself.
No.
This is a good thing.
They’d gotten a lead on Harken. They knew they were
on the right track. Hopefully he would show up tonight. Then all they had to do
tomorrow was return and track his “trace elements” around town.

Then this would all be over and she wouldn’t find herself
half naked letting an alien touch her. Or getting her nipples worshiped by Mace
and Cayl. Or feel Mace’s fingers inside her, pushing her toward—

The sexy image filled her head and clouded her vision. Her
toe caught a crack in the sidewalk and she tipped forward. Her reactions
slowed, she saw the pavement heading for her face, but couldn’t respond.

Strong hands wrapped around her waist and shoulder, both men
grabbing and catching. Cayl hauled her up and slammed her against his hard
body, drawing a grunt from her chest.

“That would have been most painful, Agent Denning,” Cayl
pointed out. “The walkway appears quite rough and your skin is so soft.” As if
to prove his point, he slipped his hand beneath her blouse and rubbed her
stomach. “So soft.” He held his hands in place then pressed her tighter against
his body, the hard ridge of his erection grinding into her ass.

Normally, a guy rubbing his hard-on against her wasn’t a
huge turn-on except she knew he was hard because he’d been touching and kissing
her
.
And Mace.
The thought just made her want more. Heat from his
body flowed into her core and melted her. She pressed her hips back, pushing
her ass against his groin.

“Are you okay, honey?” Mace asked, tipping her head up. She
blinked and tried to respond appropriately. The words wouldn’t come so she
nodded. “You sure? You look a little dizzy.”

The laughing undertone nudged her pride and she
straightened.
What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve become a sex-crazed
fiend!

She took a deep breath and tried to gather the
professionalism that seemed to have disappeared when she put on her thong this
evening.

“I’m fine,” she said though she still sounded breathless.
That probably had more to do with the tight grip of Cayl’s hand around abdomen
than anything else. Or so she told herself. “I’m fine.” She repeated the phrase
to make it more real. Tapping Cayl’s hands, she waited until he released her
then stepped out of the way.

She flipped her hair back away from her face and tried to
find her center. Two nights spent in a sex club…well, it was enough to send
anyone into a tizzy.

“Well, we’ll start again in the morning. Cayl and I will
track Harken. Since we know he was most likely here tonight, we should be able
to follow his trail, right?”

Cayl nodded. “In daylight, I can detect his trace elements.”
Cayl’s lips pressed together as he thought.

“So you think he’s got a place around here?” Mace looked at
the neighborhood. It was a mix of boutiques and trendy lofts. Not the most
likely place for an alien to set up.

“Could he be driving?” Devin asked.

“The bad guy alien knows how to drive?” Mace’s smirk echoed
in his voice.

Devin glared at him but Cayl didn’t seem to notice the faint
mockery.

“Yes. It is likely he learned to drive. He has been here a
week longer than I have and already I am capable of operating your human
transport. It should not be difficult. The sun’s light will brighten his
elements and I will be able to track him.”

Mace rubbed his palms together, like a greedy man before a
pile of gold. “Great. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Devin started to nod then the truth of what she was agreeing
to hit her. She jerked to a stop. “What? No.” She looked at Mace and he had the
nerve to open his eyes and attempt to look innocent. Almost pulled it off too
if it wasn’t for the glitter in his gaze and a hint of a smile. “Not going to
happen.”

Mace hadn’t technically fucked Cayl last night but Devin had
no illusions that if she let the alien go with him tonight, Cayl would get a
whole new world of experiences, experiences he probably didn’t need during a
two-day trip to Earth. They had a reputation to maintain after all.

“I’m only trying to help,” Mace said.

She pressed her lips together and exhaled long and deep
through her nose. “Right. Cayl, you’ll stay with me tonight.”

Chapter Seven

Devin paced the length of her room and back again, eyeing
her bed, knowing she should be in it, sleeping. It was well past three a.m.,
hours beyond when she and Cayl had arrived at her house and she’d gotten him
settled in the room next door.

That was part of the problem. He was right there. She stared
at the wall. Just a few feet away. Hot strong muscles and lips that seemed to
love to lavish attention on her nipples. The peaks of her breasts tightened at
the memory—Cayl’s lips and tongue, his moaned pleasure as he sucked.

She growled and spun around, stomping off the other
direction. This wasn’t helping. Nothing helped. Not the shower, not trying to
make herself come. She’d never been good at that. Always felt silly with her
own fingers. She wanted someone else’s fingers. She’d considered pulling out
one of her toys but they all made noise and she so didn’t want to explain
that
to Cayl when he decided to investigate.

He’d probably find it fascinating and want to watch. A hot
flush ran through her body as the image filled her brain—her, spread out on her
bed, the pretty pink Pixie vibe sliding across her clit. Damn, she could just
imagine Cayl and Mace using that wicked little toy on her. Or watching her as
she did.

The rest of the picture evolved in her head, Mace stood
beside Cayl, both of them naked, watching her, whispering to her how sexy she
looked just as she was ready to come.

She whimpered and knew she needed to escape. She whipped
around walked into a wall. A human wall. Well, an alien wall in a human body.
She yelped and jumped back.

“Cayl, what are you doing in here?”

He glanced back at door she hadn’t heard open.

“I heard you pacing. When I was doing so last night Mace was
kind enough to come in and relieve my affliction.” He looked down at the tight
t-shirt and tiny purple panties she wore. “Are you afflicted as I was? I am
most willing to assist you.”

“Uh, no.”

“You are not aroused? Your nipples appear tight.” His eyes
sparked as he stared at her chest. That talented tongue slipped out and touched
the edge of his lip as if he was remembering her taste.

Her nipples contracted even more, almost to the point of
pain.

She folded her arms across her chest. The light brush of her
forearms didn’t help.

“Well, that’s because I’m cold.”

“Then I will warm you. Our forms pressed together generate
warmth that alone we do not possess.” Before she could protest he had wrapped
his arms around her. The bulk of her crossed arms created a workable barrier,
not letting them close—because it would be too easy to just rub up against that
hot, strong body. Then they’d generate some heat.

“That’s okay. I’m—”

“This will not help.” He stepped back and Devin sighed with
relief.

“You’re right. It…”

He grabbed her hips and spun her around. Before her world stopped
turning, Cayl was there, behind her, cuddled up, his cock against her ass. “Oh
yes, much better,” he murmured, placing his hands over her stomach, fingers
splayed as if he wanted to touch as much of her as possible.

“I had not really understood Mace’s fascination with your
ass but pressed up against my cock like this, I believe I more firmly grasp the
concept.” His hand slid up, beneath her t-shirt, cupping her breast. “I still
find the sight of your tits most inspiring though your ass would also, no doubt,
make me hard.”

She tried to think of some sarcastic comment but her mind
had drifted away. The flick of his thumb across her nipple grabbed her
attention and she gasped. A delicious little shiver sank into her core and
tugged on her control. It would be so easy to just push her ass back, grind
against his cock. He would take over and follow the human instincts. It would
be easy. Wonderful.