“Wife? Wedding day? No way, man!” He peers around me, his eyes finding Esmeralda. I should invite him and his friends inside, offer them beers and food. But to hell with that. Esmeralda and I were in the middle of something too good to interrupt. And it’s not like he and the gang are here solely to socialize.

The blonde beauty glides up next to me, and I wrap my arm around her. “Nick, this is my wife, Esmeralda. Angel, this is Nick.”

She offers her hand to shake, and I feel inordinately jealous, even though I know I have nothing to worry about.

“Nick,” she says politely. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

We stand in silence for a long moment as a cooling breeze finally breaks the heat of the afternoon. “Well, just wanted to drop by and make sure everything’s okay. And get the official word that you’re cool with what we’re up to tonight?” He points over his shoulder towards the caravan of cars behind him, and I wave.

The occupants of the vehicles wave back, a strange assortment of folks, many wearing alien-related shirts and gear, including some antennae hair bands. Esmeralda shields her eyes, studying them curiously.

“Yeah, of course. Do your thing.”

“Thanks, Reese and Mrs. Reese. Do something about your forehead, dude, before you bleed out.”

“Roger that. Good luck on the hunt.”

When the front door closes, Esmeralda searches my face quizzically. “What are they hunting for?”

“Little green men.”

She puts her hand on her hip. “Are you back to making fun of me again? No, seriously.”

“Seriously,” I say, letting her go and removing my shirt with another groan. “Nevada’s famous for extraterrestrial activity. Hell, even I’ve seen some wild, inexplicable shit in the night sky. Alright, nurse, ready to have at it?”

“Where was that first-aid kit again?”

“In the bathroom medicine cabinet down the hallway. You want me to show you?”

She shakes her head, concern still flooding her face. “No, have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

I sigh contentedly moments later as my good luck charm works her magic on my back. Her delicate fingertips brush over my flesh, igniting sparks of desperate need. She takes her time, gently working, minimizing the pain with her careful movements while ensuring clean wounds. Yearning floods me, dangerous and primal. My balls tingle at the tender caresses, my cock painfully pressed against the zipper of my jeans. I hunger for Esmeralda. My mind devolving to one primal want.

“Your forehead now,” she says, coming to sit next to me on the bench seat of the rustic dining room table, drawing as close as she can. Our legs are in the way. I can tell it frustrates her as she leans into me, her soft breath warming my face. Esmeralda’s lilac fragrance wraps around me as her fingers sensually dance over my flesh, and I come unwound from the inside out. Her lips are mere inches from mine. The air thick and heavy between us, crackling with electricity and so much fucking longing.

“There,” she says, thick-voiced as she stares into my face. “I won’t put a bandage on your forehead, but be careful with it.”

I nod, eyes absorbing her thirstily. Her nostrils flare, and her eyes darken a whole shade, going from turquoise to teal. She licks her full, lush bottom lip, and I can’t take anymore. Grabbing her around the waist, I pull her into my lap, straddling me.

“Oh,” she says, a tiny puff of air escaping her lips as she shuffles forward in my lap, pressing her sex against my painful, throbbing arousal.

“How real do you want this marriage to be, Angel?” My heart pounds against my chest the way my dick throbs against the moist heat between her legs. My hands find her skirt, shimmying it over her ample hips some more, allowing her legs to part more, and her pussy to hug my need.

“What do you mean?” She stammers, her cheeks aglow.

“You know exactly what I mean, Esmeralda.”

“But we barely know each other.”

“I’m trying to change that,” I retort, gripping and massaging her hips, grinding her against me hard.

“And we live halfway across the country from each other,” she stammers, her breath catching in her throat as I feather her neck in kisses, allowing the tip of my tongue to hungrily drag across her dusty, sweaty skin.

“That’s easy enough to fix, especially since we’re now each other’s wealth.”

Her breath catches in her throat as my hands go to her breasts, teasing her pebbled nipples through the fabric of her lacy blouse and bra. “But do we even share the same interests or wants for the future?” she whispers, her voice melting as my thumbs tease her tits.