Page 12 of A Ruthless Bargain
Jax wrapped one of his own hands around his cock while I surveyed, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. He glowed in pulsing shades of blue and green from around the rims of his sunglasses down to his cock, encompassing everything but his extremities. As I watched, the light faded, his penis pulsing like a dying flashlight.
The dark felt so much darker when the light extinguished. My mind nearly exploded with a new, all-encompassing thought, leading to an unintended question.
“Are you an alien?” I whispered from where I remained sitting on my heels, a supremely uncomfortable position, both from the unevenness of the ground and my unfulfilled sexual need.
“Does it matter?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, his earlier comment about ‘females from back home’ taking on new meaning.
“Maybe I am an experiment gone wrong.”
“I doubt that,” I said, considering his physical hotness, immense size, incredible strength, and ginormous glowing cock. My pussy ached with its unquenched itch and I barely restrained myself from throwing myself on him.
“You have proven your loyalty. I think we have reached the end of the story now,” he said, in that infuriating, matter-of-fact tone.
My hands dropped to my side, hitting the ground, as I sat, speechless in the face of… whatever this was, had been.
With a last tug on said cock, a remaining bit of cum dripping off, he leaned over to lift his shorts from the concrete. I could see past the rim of his sunglasses with his head bent like that, and I nearly gasped again. No wonder he wore them all the time. His eyes kept the faint blue-green glow. Not enough to escape the edges of the glasses, but enough to be noticeable without them.
Once fully clothed, he stepped around me and walked away.
“Not even a hand to help me up,” I groused. Fucking rude, probable-alien. “Thanks a lot. Glad I could show my loyalty,” I called after his retreating figure.
If he thought that was the end of this, he was sadly mistaken. I’d just given a probable-alien a bartered blowjob. There was no way I wasn’t following up on that. I didn’t even care that now, instead of worrying I’d end up dead in a field, I worried that I might be kidnapped and flown away to another planet.
I was nobody’s plaything.
ChapterSix
The walkto my townhome was filled with shifting and turning thoughts. Along with the residual flavor of salty and sweet cum in my mouth and the blue-green glow of his skin burned into my retinas. I gave a probable-alien a blowjob. And didn’t hate it. Even though he extorted, ahem, bartered, for it. Despite the intellectual disgust, my body reaction suggested otherwise. Apparently, Iwashis plaything. Sigh. The few people I encountered gave me a wide berth, likely because I sometimes spoke my thoughts out loud. It was the only way to keep them controlled during the walk home.
Once in my townhouse, I called Sherry to cajole her into finding out Jax’s address. She resisted, though finally agreed to do a quick search. She also pushed for information on what happened when I followed him, but I stuck with my story that I’d lost him when he went around a corner. I could tell she didn’t believe me, but I wasn’t planning on sharing the whole sordid mess yet.
I went to bed without information and woke up to a voicemail that she found nothing on him in any records. With a smack to the forehead, I realized my mistake. Whether he was really a federal agent, or, more likely, here on nefarious otherworldly business, he wouldn’t have purchased a home or rented an apartment. He’d be in a hotel, motel, or even one of those extended-stay places if he wanted a kitchen.
Excited to have a direction, I brewed some coffee and planted my ass at my kitchen table. I grabbed my laptop and drank the black elixir of life with my feet propped up on the neighboring chair.
How the hell were there more than two hotels in Sandy Creek? Seriously? And was it possible he’d rented a vacation rental instead? Surely not. That would expand my search in a way that wouldn’t be feasible to check. It seemed like an anonymous hotel or motel was the best bet. But, either way, I wasn’t giving up until I found my alien. And got a full fucking explanation. Plus maybe some sexual satiation. Wait? What?
I squashed those questions down hard and entered the first number into my cellphone.
“Hello, this is Paradise Lakes in Sandy Creek. How may I assist you today?” the friendly voice with the southern drawl asked.
“Good morning. I’m not sure if you can help me. I hope you can,” I began, realizing it might have been a good idea to have a plan of attack. Maybe a piece of the truth would do the trick.
“I’ll help if I can,” the woman said.
“A friend of mine is in town and I forgot the name of the place where he’s staying. I was hoping if I gave you his name and description, you could tell me if he’s staying there,” I explained.
“Oh, I don’t know, ma’am,” the woman said. “We’re not supposed to give out customer information.”
“I don’t need any information about him, per se,” I rushed to clarify. “Just whether or not he’s staying there.” I’d figure out the room number later.
“Can’t you just call him?” Now the worried voice had a tinge of suspicion.
“I would, but he lost his phone at the end of the night,” I lied. “Since my calls are still going to voicemail, I don’t believe he’s found it yet.”
“I guess there’s no harm in confirming, if you have his name,” she said, hesitancy losing out to southern hospitality.