Wanted: Handsome Alien Abductor (3 page)

He waved them toward a small, narrow canoe. Amber stared at it, afraid it would tip over once they left the shore. The canoe was surprisingly steady though as she settled into it. Will looked forlorn and worried as they waved goodbye. It was lucky Sarah had wanted to tag along, otherwise she probably wouldn't have the nerve to continue alone on the journey.

They left the larger river almost immediately, their guide paddling them into a much smaller tributary. The huge trees overshadowed the river, not helping with the heat. Their majestic beauty did give her much to consider though.

The native kept paddling the little boat into smaller branches of the river until she wondered how Joao could find his way back.

"Don't worry,” Sarah said softly. “These people know their way around the river."

"You read my mind."

"Can you imagine them trying to navigate New York?” Sarah laughed softly.

Amber chuckled along with her friend. The trees overhung the river, and frequently a small branch or vine brushed their arms. It was shadowy and there was a dark, earthy smell. She stared down into the water and shivered in spite of the heat.

The water was a deep, ruddy brown. No current moved its sluggish depths, and there was no telling what water monsters lurked beneath its surface.

"I'd hate to fall in,” Amber said.

"Now you quit reading my mind."

The guide suddenly spoke rapidly and pointed ahead. “Look,” Sarah whispered.

Amber noticed the reverent expression on her friend's face. Could it all be true? In spite of all Sarah and Will's assurances, she'd been filled with doubt the whole vacation. She didn't see anything but another curve in the river ahead.

Without warning, Joao paddled to the riverbank and got out. Sarah took the paddle from him and nodded.

"We're leaving our guide?” Amber couldn't keep the anxiety from her voice.

"He has to stay here. Remember, no males in the Goddess’ presence."

Her friend efficiently paddled the tiny canoe around the bend ahead, and Amber saw the statue. It was small and sat in the center of an area that was clear of undergrowth, except for a few vines that wound around the feminine figure. Someone must keep the jungle cut back.

"Hold my hands,” Sarah commanded after she stopped paddling. There was no current in the sluggish water, so the canoe stayed put in the center of the river.

They had discussed how they would mediate together, to help overcome her doubt. After a few minutes, Amber felt her body relax.

"Now,” Sarah opened her eyes and stared at Amber. “The gift."

Amber fumbled in the pocket of the safari jacket she'd worn. Taking out the delicate heart necklace, she fingered it gently. It had been given to her by Joe, her first love in junior high. She'd always treasured it, even after they broke up, and often wore it throughout the years.

Stretching out her arm, she dangled it above the water as Sarah had instructed. She stared at the statute. It didn't look impressive.

"Close your eyes, think of your perfect man, make your wish, and drop the gift."

Amber's mind went blank for several seconds. She'd been prepared for this for weeks by Sarah, but now her mind refused to think. She latched onto her friends words.

Perfect man.

There was no perfect man for her, at least not in this world. Her mind flashed back to their silly conversation in the cafe about aliens. A bump underneath the canoe startled Amber as she dropped the necklace. She held her breath as she stared at the muddy water. Her necklace. It was gone, sunk forever in mud at the bottom of the Amazon River.

"Are you all right?” Sarah looked puzzled.

It's just... I didn't realize how much the necklace meant to me,” she said to cover her distress.

Sarah clapped her hands. “Oh good, that should mean a good gift for the Goddess and a good wish for you."

Amber nodded and turned from her friend, as if staring at the rainforest. She was furious. It was a quiet trip back to the village, and then back to the hotel. Sarah chose to leave her alone, perhaps thinking she was overwhelmed by the experience.

She had a throbbing headache by the time they reached the room. Sarah brought her some aspirin, and then kissed her cheek.

"Do you mind if we go to the pool?"

"Of course not.” Amber grimaced. “I am going to take a nap and hope this headache goes away."

Sarah smiled sweetly. “We'll talk about everything later, when you feel better."

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She stretched out on the comfy bed. Amber was upset that she lost her necklace for nothing. Mostly, she was angry at herself. If there was the least chance this Goddess thing would've worked, she had screwed it up. She choked at the finish line.

"What was so freaking hard,” she said aloud. Holding up one hand, she flicked one finger up. “The perfect man. Hmmm, what do I like—a great physique."

"Still too wishy-washy.” She lowered her finger and sighed. “He must look like a gorgeous Viking warrior to start with.” Her finger went back up.

Her arm resting on the bed hit a book she left there. Picking it up, she smiled. It was the same book she had meant to reread earlier. Amber brought it along in case there were quiet times during the vacation. But so far they had stayed busy.

She flipped the pages, recalling several reasons why she liked the story so much. The heroine was kidnapped by a handsome warrior, who happened to be an alien. She snorted. This was fiction, and her life had always been steeped in reality. Well, at least until Sarah convinced there were magical elements afoot. Now she questioned that too.

Her second finger flicked up. “Lest we forget, he must be an alien.” Her mood had turned sarcastic.

Amber thumbed the book pages. One aspect she loved about the novel was the fact that the heroine had been kidnapped.

"Maybe I'm a masochist .” She blew out her breath, not believing her own words. She could never see herself going to one of those clubs were the sadistic master thrived on his masochistic partners.

But she did have a rich fantasy life. Naughty. That's how she felt sometimes after

having dreams about being tied up and being made love to by some hunk. Amber became flushed.

Her third finger came up. While her mood was still sarcastic toward herself, a bit of lust had filtered through her body.

A rippling muscled alien who looked like a Viking. This kind of little fantasy was getting interesting. “Okay, three, he must be into playing captive fantasies.” She giggled, picturing this scenario she had just evoked.

"Heck,” her fourth finger flashed up. “Might as well make him a freaking impossible dream. Fourth , he has to love history.” She stared at her fingers. “Sorry self, I can't think of five right now.” Laying her head back down, she yawned. Her headache was fading and she was suddenly dead tired.

"As Scarlett said, I'll think about it tomorrow."

Amber awoke slowly, as if her senses were numb, but were slowly returning to normal. Her head was drooping, so she raised it, and then her mouth fell open. Standing ten feet away was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. He was tall, maybe six foot four. His upper body was naked, his chest a masterpiece of hard planes, while his bulging biceps called out to be touched. His skin was a light golden brown.

Her eyes went up first. What kind of face topped such a physique? Strong, square-jawed, the edges softened by straight blonde hair that caressed the top of his shoulders. A pair of piercing blue eyes drew her gaze and caused her to hold her breath.

He stood through her perusal, not saying a word.

This was some dream. Amber's eyes flicked down, noting the light scattering of hair across his chest. A thin trail of brown hair started below his navel, the line dipping below his pants. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, for they itched to tickle that thin hair and follow it down.

Black leather pants molded to his form, hugging the massive thighs beneath them. Her eyes trailed back up, stopping at his crotch. A nice sized bulge begin to lengthen and widen as she watched. Amber swallowed and thrust her tongue around. No moisture.

"Do I meet your approval?"

Her eyes switched back to his face. A deep voice with a strange accent did funny things to her stomach.

"Yes oh yes,” she murmured. The desire lashing her body and senses was thrilling. She did not hide her lust from him. After all, he was her fantasy.

Her eyes burned with lust as she stroked his body with her gaze, finally latching onto his handsome face.

"Are you comfortable?” There was a wicked glint in his eyes and a mischievous smile lurked on his molded lips.

"What?” Even as she said it, Amber became aware of several things at once. Her knees hurt, and her arms were drawn behind her back. She stared down, surprised to find herself kneeling. Wiggling her hands, she realized her hands were bound. Her fingers worked at bindings. It was rope.

She glanced back up. “So, this is one of those fantasies. Pretty naughty."

"I certainly hope so.” His wicked grin, made her tingle.

She waited, not sure where this fantasy was taking her. As if reading her consent, he took the few steps between them. Now his groin was in front of her head, and suddenly there seemed an overabundance of saliva in her mouth. She licked her lips.

He took another step, and the leather creaked against her face. Her fantasy man rubbed his erection back and forth, exciting her even more. His scent enveloped her, some strange cologne and a musky male odor.

Amber stretched her head back, so she could see past that rippling chest, to his face. “This is...fabulous, the most realistic fantasy I've ever dreamed."

"Is it?” His gleaming eyes questioned her.

She smiled and then lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against his steely leather covered flesh. Shoot. Her knees were grinding into the cold metal floor. It was amazing how real this fantasy felt. This couldn't be real though, and to prove it to herself, Amber took two fingers of her bound hands and pinched her wrist.

"Ouch."

"Penises, don't bite,” he chuckled.

"Look, if this is my fantasy, then let's change things up a bit. My knees are killing me."

Without a word his hands went under her arms, picking her up as easily as a child. His very strong hands stayed on her arms, steadying her as she stretched the kinks out.

"What is your pleasure?” His face was but inches from hers.

"Surprise me."

Her Viking warrior picked her up and she wished she could wrap her arms around his neck. He set her back against a metal table, then placed both hands on her face.

"Beautiful,” he said softly.

The kiss started out gentle, and then became deeper, more possessive. His muscular thighs pushed her into the hard table, while the bulge snugged into the V between her legs. She moaned.

His hands had been busy while they kissed, first stroking her neck, then moving downward. He cupped her breasts, kneading them firmly, while his thumb circled her nipples through the fabric. She jerked, and her body sagged. She was becoming mush, her insides felt liquefied.

One of his hands slid down, then up under her t-shirt, while his other unzipped her shorts. The whole time he continued to devour her lips like a famished man. Needing both hands, his other hand joined the one at her waistline.

He tugged downward and her panties were pulled with the shorts. She shivered when his silky hair brushed her thighs, and Amber looked down. The sight of his head at her groin made her blood beat like crazy, running through her veins and centering in her most sensitive spot.

After her clothes were freed from her legs, his hair traveled up slowly, tickling her thighs. He paused at her hips, kissing her mons. “Soon,” he whispered huskily.

Amber didn't know if she could wait that long.

Standing, he faced her, grasped the thin t-shirt between his big hands and ripped it down the center. Her breasts bounced free, covered in a sexy, black lace bra. Her knees threatened to buckle.

"Nice, but not as lovely as your skin.” Reaching around her, he unsnapped her bra and pulled it off.

His eyes burned as he gazed at her large breasts. Her butt was pressed against the cold metal table, but her whole body was on fire.
Take me
, she wanted to scream, but kept silent. Her huge Viking flicked his eyes up and down her body, making her weak with anticipation.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her to him, latching onto her mouth once more. He caressed the tops of her buttocks, and then one hand slipped around to her breasts, while the other fondled her derriere. He kneaded and stroked her skin until she was squirming.

When his head dipped, she sighed. Exquisite. His tongue and mouth worked magic on her pebbled flesh.

"Yes,” she moaned, wishing she could push his head into her yielding skin.

Releasing her nipple, his deep voice seemed to thrill through her, as he asked, “You like my kisses?"

"Yes."

"I have sweeter kisses for you my beauty,” he murmured.

Desire and anticipation built into a ball of excitement.

Grasping her hips, he turned her, pushing Amber's upper body onto the chilly metal surface. She jerked in reaction to the cold. Her mons was pressed into the edge of the table, her sensitive skin beating with suppressed heat. When his hands slid down to her thighs and then pulled them apart, she groaned.

A kiss and then licks upon each cheek. A pause in which she was tortured. What was he going to do to her? A warm wet tongue sliding into her inner flesh, stroking and

licking.

Amber panted, pressing one side of her face into the metal table. The cold helped cool the sizzle, but not much. She whimpered when his tongue dove to her center. A few caresses and she screamed as a huge orgasm gripped her body. She bucked, but he continued, riding the wave with her, until she begged him to stop.

She sought the cold metal, pressing her whole upper body into its embrace. Her mons throbbed against the edge. She heard him taking his pants off, and then felt the bump of his large staff against one thigh.