Page 9 of Alien’s Love Child

CHAPTER 9

JESSE

T he rain's a relentless drummer, pounding out a rhythm on the grimy walls of the alley. Club music throbs through the bricks, a bassline pulsating through me. Davin's hands are in my hair, his blue skin slick with rain, silver hair plastered to his forehead.

I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be kissing a man I barely know, a man who's practically a stranger. But after the day we've had, the adrenaline, the fear, the thrill—I need this. I need him.

"Jesse," he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot despite the cold rain. His hands slip down to my waist, pulling me closer. I can feel every inch of him, every hard line and muscle.

"We shouldn't," I gasp, even as my fingers trace the ridges of his shoulders, his neck, his jaw. His skin is smooth, like wet stone under my touch.

"Probably not," he agrees, his mouth moving to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "But I can't seem to stop."

"Me neither," I admit, my heart pounding in my ears, louder than the rain, louder than the music. My hands find his chest, his heart beating as wildly as mine.

He pulls back, just enough to look at me. Raindrops cling to his lashes, his eyes reflecting the distant neon lights. "Tell me to stop," he says, his voice rough, almost pleading.

I shake my head, water dripping from my hair. "I can't."

A slow smile spreads across his face, a smile that sends heat coursing through me. "Good," he growls, his mouth crashing against mine again.

I lose myself in the sensation, in the taste of him, the feel of him. The rain pours down on us, the music thumps around us, but all I can focus on is him. Him and the fire he's igniting inside me.

Suddenly, he pulls away, his breath ragged. "Jesse," he says, his voice barely audible over the rain and the music. "We need to?—“

I cut him off, pressing my fingers to his lips. "Don't," I say. "Don't say we need to stop. Don't say we need to go. Just... don't."

He looks at me, his eyes searching mine. Then, slowly, he nods, his hands finding their way back to my waist. "Alright," he says, his voice soft. "Alright, Jesse."

And then he's kissing me again, and I'm lost, lost in the rain, lost in the music, lost in him. And right now, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Davin's hands slip under my shirt, his calloused fingers tracing the line of my bra. I gasp, the coolness of his touch a stark contrast to the heat building within me. "Is this what you want, Jesse?" he murmurs, his breath hot on my ear.

"Shut up and keep going," I manage to retort, my voice barely more than a whisper. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. A groan escapes my lips, low and needy.

He chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest. "Always so demanding."

"You have no idea," I reply, my hands fumbling with his belt. The leather is slick from the rain, but I manage to unbuckle it, my fingers trembling with anticipation.

His breath hitches as I stroke him, his length impressive even through the fabric of his pants. "Jesse," he growls, a warning and a plea all at once.

"Hush," I whisper, my fingers tracing the waistband of his briefs. I slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him. He's hot and hard, silken smooth, and he groans into my ear, a sound that sends shivers down my spine.

"You're playing with fire, Jesse," he says, his voice ragged. His hands are still on my breasts, his thumbs circling, driving me crazy.

"I like the heat," I retort, my grip tightening around him. He throbs in my hand, his hips bucking slightly.

He captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue sweeping in, claiming me. I stroke him, marveling at his length, at the way he groans into my mouth. His hands leave my breasts, sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me closer.

"Jesse," he murmurs against my lips, his voice barely audible over the pounding rain and throbbing music.

Davin's eyes dart around, checking every shadow, every corner. Satisfied we're alone, he drops to one knee, his hands making quick work of my boots. The rain-soaked laces slip through his fingers, but he's deft, determined. My breath hitches as he tugs them off, one by one, followed by my socks. The alley's cold concrete sends a shiver up my spine.

He looks up, blue skin glistening with rain. There's a question in his eyes, a pause that asks permission. I bite my lip, nodding slightly, heat building in my core despite the cold.

His hands slide up to my waistband, fingers hooking into the belt loops. He tugs, slow and steady, our gazes locked. My pants and underwear slip down, peeling away from my skin, leaving me exposed to the chill, to him. I can't believe I'm doing this. Here. Now. With him.

A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "This isn't exactly how I imagined this happening."

I arch an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Oh, so you've imagined this?"

He chuckles, a low rumble that I feel more than hear. "Maybe once or twice."

"Only twice?" I tease, my voice barely above a whisper. "I must be losing my touch."

He shakes his head, his hands sliding up my bare thighs, sending shivers up my spine. "Not at all, Jesse. Not at all."

His touch is electric, sending jolts of heat through me. I can feel every callous, every rough patch of skin. It's intoxicating. He's intoxicating.

"And how exactly did you imagine this?" I ask, my voice hitching as his hands slip higher.

He leans in, his breath hot on my skin "Certainly not in a rainy alley, against a grimy wall."

I laugh, a soft, breathy sound. "Well, Davin, maybe you should have planned better."

He pulls back, his eyes looking up at mine. There's a fire burning in them, a heat that matches my own. "Maybe," he says, his voice rough. "But I'm not complaining."

I roll my eyes, but a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. "Shut up and keep going."

"Always so demanding." He laughs, a sound that's rough and sexy and sends shivers down my spine. "You run a tight ship, Captain."

"And you talk too much," I reply, my hands tangling in his silver hair. I tug gently, pulling him closer.

He groans, a sound that vibrates through me. "Message received," he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin.

And then he's kissing me, his mouth hot and hungry. I gasp, my hands tightening in his hair. He takes advantage, his tongue sweeping in, claiming me. I can taste the rain on his lips, the heat of him, the desire.

His hands slip higher, his thumbs brushing against my core. I gasp, my hips bucking slightly. He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that sends heat coursing through me.

I gasp, my hands tightening in his hair. He groans, a sound that vibrates through me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

"Davin," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding rain and throbbing music. But he hears me, his hands tightening on my thighs, his mouth moving against me in a rhythm that matches the beat of the rain.

I can feel the pleasure building, the heat coursing through me. I can feel the tension coiling in my core, the desire burning in my veins. I can feel everything, every touch, every lick, every kiss. I can feel him.

And then I'm shattering, the pleasure exploding through me. I cry out, my hands tightening in his hair, my hips bucking against him. He groans, a sound that's rough and sexy and sends shivers down my spine.

He doesn't stop, his mouth moving against me, his hands gripping my thighs. He rides out the wave with me, his touch gentle yet firm, his mouth hot and hungry.

And when I finally come down, when the pleasure finally subsides, he looks up at me, a smirk playing on his lips.

Davin stands, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me like I weigh nothing. My back presses against the cold, slick wall, rainwater trickling down my spine. A gasp escapes my lips, a mix of surprise and anticipation.

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind him. His body is hard against mine, all muscle and intensity. I can feel him, hot and ready, pressing against my core. A shiver runs through me, despite the warmth radiating from him.

"This is crazy," I murmur. It's soaked, dripping rainwater onto my face.

He pulls back, just enough to look at me. Raindrops cling to his lashes, his blue skin glistening under the distant neon lights. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You strike me as the type who likes a little crazy, Jesse."

I laugh, a breathy sound that's barely audible over the pounding rain.

Before I can respond, he shifts his hips, pressing against me. A moan slips from my lips, low and needy. He chuckles, a sound that's rough and sexy and sends shivers down my spine.

"Still think this is crazy?" he asks, his voice a husky whisper.

I bite my lip, looking into his eyes. They're dark with desire, reflecting the distant lights like tiny galaxies. I can see the hunger in them, the need. It matches my own, a fire burning deep within me.

"Crazy or not," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it."

And then he's moving, his hips thrusting against mine, his length sliding against my core. I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair. He groans, a sound that vibrates through me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

"Davin," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding rain and throbbing music. But he hears me, his hands tightening on my hips, his mouth finding mine.

He kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping in, claiming me. I can taste the rain on his lips, the heat of him, the desire. It's intoxicating. I can feel every inch of him, every hard line and muscle. And god, he feels good. So good.

He breaks the kiss, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel incredible, Jesse."

And then he's moving faster. I gasp, my head falling back against the wall, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Jesse, I'm-!"

"Come with me!" I cry out, louder than I should have. But he does, and I quickly follow.

He continues holding me there against the wall, our ragged breaths mingling into a cloud between us.

Then, right when I relax, panic strikes me.

"Oh shit, Xander!"