Page 18 of My Alien Bughead (Supernova Casanovas #4)

Chapter 18

D’Aakh

Ducking to avoid Lucía’s second attack, I just about see the outline of her spanner swishing through the spot where my head had been a second ago. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I yell. Stepping back, my back hits the wall. “Lucía?”

“What am I doing?!” she yells. “Me?! I’m not the asshole blowing shit up!”

Huh? I dodge another attack, then tiring of this game of try-not-to-die-from-blunt-force-trauma, I grab Lucía by the arm and pin her against the wall. “Stop! Just…stop and tell me what the fuck you’re talking about?”

She squirms in my hold but, while she might be strong for a human female, she has no chance of overpowering me. “Let me go! And stop acting all innocent. I know it was you, alright?! I know about the sabotage. I just didn’t think you were behind it until now. God! And to think I actually defended your stupid ass…”

“You defended me?” I don’t know why my brain latched onto that particular piece of information out of everything she just said, but her words make me irrationally proud. Then the rest registers. “Wait, sabotage? You think I did this?! Why the fuck would I blow up a train while I’m on it?!” Did she really think I was that stupid?

I feel more than see her shrug. “I don’t know. You fuck up all the time. It wouldn’t be that surprising.”

The way she gets on my nerves overshadows my immense relief at her being alive and unharmed. “Okay, first? If I wanted to sabotage your pathetic train, I wouldn’t have used a shaped charge, risking the structural integrity of the entire station! There are easier ways to destroy shit. And second,” I add, cutting off her protest, “why, for all the dark matter in the fucking galaxy, would I want to sabotage this station? What the fuck is going on here?”

She’s quiet for a long time. For someone like Lucía, it’s so unusual that my worry immediately surges again. “Lucía?” Clicking on my flashlight to see her better, I cup her face and cautiously slide my hands through her hair, feeling for possible cuts and lumps. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please. I don’t know what you think I did but I didn’t do it.”

“Oh, really?” There’s still anger in her voice but it’s a tamer, more usual amount of it. “So you didn’t cause the surge back on the ship? The one that nearly fried me?”

My ahni droop low, their glow turning a dim pink as the stupid appendages betray my embarrassment. She’s got me there. I don’t remember working on that particular panel but no one else has touched it, so it must have been me. Then there are the concerning gaps in my memory. Still, I don’t do apologies. “That…that’s not important right now.”

Her scoff is one of absolute disgust. “Of course it’s not.” Shoving at me again, this time I let her go. “Because the great almighty D’Aakh never makes mistakes, right? Well, you fucked up this time. I can forgive messing with the machinery, but not killing innocent people just because they’re in your way! There’s a dead man back inside that train. A good man. He’s dead because of you! How much are they paying you for this?”

“What?” Maybe the stimulants have fried my brain because I’ve never been so confused in my entire life. “Lucía, you’re not making any sense. I did not set that charge!”

“Then why were you on the train, hm? Why were you at the station at all? After your ‘I’m the best and I’ll fix my fucking ship myself’ speech, I didn’t expect to see you outside of the engineering section of your stupid ship again. Why are you here if not to play your role as a pawn in some stupid war between corporations?”

My mind finally shifts into gear. “Corporate war… Of course. You’ve found something valuable here and now you think another corporation is coming to take it by force? You mine and smelt crylonite here, which is already valuable on its own. A single new vein wouldn’t be worth enough for another company to risk UGC retribution for a hostile takeover. So, you must have found more than one. Massively rich veins. So now what? You’re sitting on a veritable treasure with no way to protect it? Or yourselves?”

Lucía glares at me. “You didn’t answer my question, D’Aakh. What were you doing on that train?”

My ahni flash pink again as I hesitate, reluctant to admit the truth. I know I’m going to have to. Lucía doesn’t trust me, rightfully so, and I’ll need her trust if I’m going to get her out of here alive. My hand trembles a little as I locate her oxl wrench and hold it in front of her like a peace offering. “I…you left this behind.” I stutter, sounding pathetic even to my own ears.

She doesn’t take the wrench. “Seriously? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. You wanna try again, buddy?”

Gritting my teeth, I contemplate smashing the wrench over her head for a change. Why does she have to be so, so… UGH! “I came here because, well… You know.” She cocks her brow. Dammit, she’s really going to make me say it. “I came to say I’m sorry, alright?! I acted like an idiot so I came to apologize. There. You have it. Happy now?!”

At some point during my half-assed apology I stepped in closer to Lucía and now my hands are resting against the tunnel wall by her head, caging her in. Lucía’s breathing quickens, her pupils dilating as she stares at me, but I don’t sense fear from her. I sense a lot of things but fear isn’t one of them.

She licks at her lips and my cock twitches.

“Am I happy? Hmm…” She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, biting on it so hard I’m surprised there’s no blood. “No. I’m not happy. If you’re going to apologize, you’ll have to do it properly.”

Frustrated, I groan and vacillate between kissing the maddening woman and strangling her. How can one little creature be so infuriating? “Fine. What would you have me do? Get on my knees before you?”

Lucía’s breath catches and, I’m not sure if I imagined it, but I think I heard her moan. My blood swiftly transitions from my head to my genitals, leaving my brain bereft.

“That’s not a bad idea,” she rasps. My ahni draw closer, titillated by the subtle changes in the electromagnetic field her body begins generating. Changes that feel almost…needy. “Or, you could just show me your cock.”

“Huh?” To say I’m surprised is a wild understatement. “Did you just say you want to see my cock?” I double check for any potential ulterior meanings of the word with my translation nodes but come up empty for anything that makes sense, except Lucía wanting to see a male bird I own or… “My p-penis?” I stutter out.

“Yes. Your cock. Penis. Dick. Rod. Shaft. Member. Sausage.” She smirks. “Whatever you call that miraculous tool between your legs.”

My mind stills as even more blood drains to my already erect cock. Sausage? Who the fuck calls it that? More importantly, did Lucía just say my cock was miraculous? “Why?”

“I wanna see it.”

Did I just get transported out of our current hell into some alternative form of heaven? I don’t believe in either but what else could this be? Or is Lucía simply making fun of me in order to torment and humiliate me in retaliation for every mean thing I’ve said to her? That sounds more likely. I must be insane because even knowing that, I still want to show her my cock.

“Fuck…” I breathe out as I unzip the FrenCorp coveralls I stole from someone’s locker to disguise myself as I stalked Lucía. I’m a despicable being, yet, I don’t seem to care.

Shoving the coveralls down to my ankles, I pull my cock out of my underwear before she changes her mind. It lunges forward, standing at attention like a soldier on parade, ready for the general’s perusal. And peruse Lucía does.

I wince as she reaches for her tool belt but instead of hitting me with something heavy, or cutting my cock off like she’d threatened to do before, she merely turns on her flashlight. A breathy moan escapes her as she leans forward to get a closer look.

The tip of my cock lifts in a vain attempt to reach for her but I manage to keep myself steady otherwise. It’s a gargantuan effort, given the fact that all I want is to grab Lucía and rut her against the fucking wall.

“Wow,” she whispers, tilting her head slightly to examine the underside of my cock with her heated gaze. Using the muscles all males of my species possess inside their cocks, I move it upwards to let her see better. She inhales sharply. “This is amazing.”

I think I died on that train and now I’m in the afterlife. That must be it, because there’s no other explanation for why Lucía would be staring at my cock in awe.

Leaning back against the wall, I’m not sure if my trembling legs will support me much longer. My eyes roll back in my head as Lucía moves in so close I can feel her hot breath against my cock. Even though my fingers are cut to shit, I dig them into the wall to stop myself from grabbing onto her. I might not understand what she’s doing or why, but I’m sure she wouldn’t like me interrupting.

“You’re perfect,” she says. To my cock, not me, because we both know I’m anything but perfect. She glances up at me and the sight of her face right next to my straining cock is enough to send drops of pre-cum rolling down my length. “Can I touch it?”

I open my mouth but no sound comes out. She wants to touch me? What alternative dimension did I fall into?