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After the first week of captivity, she had moved from being mind-numbingly terrified to just downright pissed off at life. She figured if she was going to die, she might as well do what she did best: piss everyone off around her. That was what had gotten her into this situation in the first place—her big mouth and smart-ass attitude.
How the hell was she supposed to know the fucking aliens had messed up where Area 51 was and ended up in Nowhere, Arizona? Riley had thought she was about to be rescued by a dwarf biker gang riding dirt bikes, not some alien spaceship out for a Monday night cruise for well-endowed women.
Now, she was staring at one eight-foot-tall glob of green, oozing snot, something resembling a two-foot, two-headed lizard, and three six-foot-four or more drop-dead gorgeous hunks. Riley’s eyes widened. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was thirstier than hell, so she didn’t even have the capacity to produce enough spit, she would have sworn she was drooling.
“No, I don’t have to choose just one. I choose all five,” Riley said stubbornly. “Five or nothing!” she added with another determined shake to her heavy mane of hair. “How can you have five males?” Antrox 785 asked in frustration. “All other females choose just one.” “Well, I am not all other females. I am Riley St. Claire from Denver, Colorado, and I choose five,” Riley said with a stubborn tilt to her chin. “If you have a problem with that, you can just get over it. I’ve made up my mind, so there,”
“Oh dear,” she was saying as she looked around the room. “This place screams classic caveman! Fred and Wilma really outdid themselves this time. I’ll have to be sure and send a thank you note for the lovely rock walls. Really, would it have hurt to have updated the décor by a few million years? I really am going to have to mark you down on Trip Advisor. This is simply too blasé considering today’s fashions and travelers’ expectations.”
Pearl explained that fire came in many different forms and most of them had two legs, one head that hung between them, and no brains to speak of.
“No, I’ve never seen a female like that before,” Lodar ground out through clenched teeth as she wobbled again. “Most species I know have some sort of instinct for self-preservation. This one seems to be lacking that particular trait. She has fallen off that rock three times now, and it is a miracle she hasn’t broken her neck!”
“So help me, if that pile of walking sticks pisses me off or messes with one of you, I’ll plant my foot up his ass so far it will be coming out of his mouth,” she growled, throwing a heated look at the Antrox guard over her shoulder. “You let me at him. I’ll show him one more word!”
“God’s blood,” Tor muttered over Vox’s shoulder before a chuckle escaped him. “She used something like this as a reference for knowing which wire to cut?” he said with a shake of his head. “It’s a miracle Fred’s head wasn’t blown off!” “That’s okay,” Riley responded absently, still watching the movie. “He has a spare one.”
“Tell them to come back later, I’m still sleeping,” Riley muttered before she rolled over, dragging the covers over her head. Vox’s chuckle turned into a loud laugh as he surged to his feet. His mate was not a morning person. He would have to let the fucking purple pirates know that if he let any of them live.
It was official. He was an idiot. He was the biggest, stupidest male in all the known star systems.
“Come on, Riley. I didn’t mean anything when I said you had a big ass. I like big asses.” He stopped when he saw her standing up and taking aim between his legs with fury glittering from her eyes. Shit, she was really pissed off at him this time.
He hoped if he was at least on his home turf, he could finally quit acting like such an idiot where she was concerned.
She had always been a sucker for sexy lingerie. It was the one thing that made her feel all girly and not like an oversized cow in a china shop. She had to admit, she thought she looked good in the stuff. She had a full figure with an hourglass shape. She was big on top and had wide hips which made her waist look small.
Riley flushed as her Grandma Pearl’s warning came back to her. “You’ve got big boobs and a big ass, Riley girl. Every guy between the ages of twelve and eighty are going to be wanting a piece of you. You need to decide if you are willing to give it away for nothing, and if you do, are you willing to pay the price for giving away your body to someone who only wants to use you.”
For a girl who had held onto her virginity like it was the Olympic torch, she really knew how to drop the damn thing at the worst possible time.
Riley looked over to where Carmen was picking up a tray full of food. “I like food that I don’t have to cook, warm beaches, good movies, and”—she paused to look at Mondu with a dimpled grin—“shopping for great deals.” Mondu’s chuckle turned to a laugh as he picked up one of her waving hands. “What do you not like?” Riley tilted her head as she tugged unsuccessfully to remove her hand from his grasp. “Spending my own money, liars, murderers, and cheats, but most of all,” she said with a pointed look in her eyes, “pushy men who don’t know their places.”
“Darling, you are talking to the Queen of Mean. The mouth from Denver. The Bitch Extraordinaire. Give me a little background, and we can make them beg for a transfer.”
she was suffering from PMS, menopause, and newly discovered sexual frustration on top of feeling like she was about ready to pop out of her own skin when anything brushed against her. Hell, even her clothes were driving her crazy. This morning when she had gotten dressed, she had actually hissed when she put on her bra! Who the hell hissed about a bra?
“Great! So what happens when I get home and turn into a big hairball? I really don’t see the local humane society as being a great place to visit,” Riley growled out as she started heating up again. This time not because of the changes, but because of a certain something a soon to be dead hairball forgot to mention!
“Just let me go,” she responded softly, trying to get him to understand that this really wasn’t a good idea. “I’m nothing but a pain in the ass, just ask my grandma and sister. They were forever telling me I was a headache waiting to happen. I don’t belong on your world. I’m not queen material. Hell, I’m not even girlfriend material!” she added with a self-deprecating smile. “Just ask any of the guys who thought I was. Not a single one lasted more than a week.”
“You are going to be the death of me,” she moaned as she felt his hand moving over her hip again. “If I could bottle whatever you have inside you and sell it back home, I’d be a billionaire within a week!”
“I am the mild one of the three of us.” “Gods!” Vox muttered under his breath. “I find that hard to believe.” “What is that supposed to mean?” Riley asked indignantly. “I can’t believe they can be worse than you,” Vox admitted as he strode onto the bridge. Riley stopped with her mouth hanging open before her eyes flashed. “I am not that bad!” she protested.
Accept that Viper is going to bring your family here, and I promise to never kill another one of your jackets ever again,”
“I thought if she understood why she couldn’t return to her world she would finally be more—submissive,” he finished a little weakly. “How can you even think to use the words submissive and Riley in the same sentence?” Tor asked in disbelief.
“Ever since I met you I have made one mistake after another,” Vox admitted in a quiet voice. “I have never felt the emotions that you bring out in me. I have always been in control, but with you that control disappears. My body burns for you all the time, Riley. I love listening to you, even when you are singing that gods-awful song. I love watching your eyes flash with fire or laughter. I love how protective and fierce you are for those you care about. I love how you are soft to the touch and the passion in you when I make love to you. Most of all, I love you more than life itself,” Vox
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She had sworn she would never come out again as long as she lived. He had to cover his mouth to keep the laughter in when she went on to explain how her petrified body would be enclosed in the magnificent bathroom for all to see in the future and historians would explain that she had died of mortification because her hairball soon-to-be-dead fiancé couldn’t control his damn cock! He had totally agreed that he couldn’t and didn’t even want to try.
Never had he expected to love someone so much she would become the very fabric of his existence.
