Page 8 of Rooting for Kiran (The Mate-Cute #1)
THEA
I literally had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t roll into a second orgasm just from watching Kiran suck my essence from his finger. He just gave me the most powerful orgasm of my life, and his dick hasn’t even been inside me yet.
I roll my head along the headrest to look at him, my heavy-lidded eyes flitting up and down his torso. This will be my first alien hookup, and I can’t wait to tell Wren all about it.
“What’s alien sex like?” I wonder aloud, unable to contain the question any longer.
Kiran’s dimples catch my attention as he displays a wide grin of blinding-white teeth. “Better than what you’ve ever experienced with a human, I can tell you that. We have endless endurance, sex organs quite literally designed for the utmost human pleasure, predatory-type attraction to arousal, and completely unique intimate experiences.”
I turn my head back to the road. “Why are they completely unique?”
“Well, no two aliens are exactly alike, so that’s the first way. And the second one? Hmmm… You’ll see.”
“That’s not ominous or anything.” I chuckle. “Is this safe? Am I safe with you? Doing this?”
This time, he chuckles. “Bit late to be asking that, don’t ya think?”
My nod is more to myself than him. “Yeah. I messed up there. I don’t usually make such rash decisions. Horny me is a different beast entirely.”
His head tilts as he pulls into his driveway. “Can’t wait to see what that means. But to answer your question, yes, you’re safe. I told every single employee at my greenhouse that I was waiting for you to come pick up your plant, my shop is littered with cameras that record footage, we left your car there, and if you didn’t already know this, every alien is required to be fit with a governmental tracker. It was part of the agreement when we asked to move to your planet. With the slew of clues we left behind, they could find me in a heartbeat.”
“Is that why I’ve never seen a single news article or broadcast about an alien criminal?”
“Yep. Your species is safe with us. It’s sad that you can’t be safe with each other,” he says.
“Humans suck.” I stare up at his house as I answer back. “Your house…” I start before my mouth hangs open, slack-jawed. “It’s gorgeous.”
Kiran’s house is perched atop large tree trunks that are leaning so far down, they almost touch the ground. Sticking out from each trunk are branches of copious lengths and sizes curving up to form a makeshift fence around the perimeter.
The siding seems to be an extremely sturdy tree house type and is covered in vines of various shades of green that somehow remain vibrant despite the freezing temperature and settled snow on the ground.
He grabs my hand and squeezes before we get out and meet in front of the vehicle. “Thank you. It feels like home, as in planetary familiarity.”
“That’s great, Kiran. I bet it’s beautiful there.”
He pulls me along behind him as we head for the cut-in steps curving over the trunk that lead straight to the porch. “It is, but not as beautiful as you.”
My cheeks heat. His words are incredibly sweet—too sweet for a one-night stand. If we’re not careful, attachment could begin, and that’s always a dangerous game.
So, when he leads me into the house, slips off his boots, and moves to stand beside me after closing the door, I pounce.
Since Kiran is way taller than I am, I focus all my attention on the zipper of his form-fitting jeans, noticing the gigantic bulge that seems as if it just might burst out and jab my eye when freed.
Zipper and button undone, I yank his pants down to his ankles, where he steps out of them as I stand back to admire the dark green lines of tattoo stretching out from the bottom of his boxer briefs and covering both legs. My mouth waters at the sight, and I haven’t even had the chance to see him in all his glory yet.
With one hand, I reach down into his briefs and pull out his member. His cock is long, thick, dark green, covered in velvety-soft, yellow-green bumps—and oddly familiar.
“What the fuck?”
Kiran guffaws. “What?”
I look up at him. “Why does your cock resemble Willy?”
His Adam’s apple bobs with his swallow before he squats down to wrap his hands under my ass and haul me up against him, where I then wrap my arms and legs around his body and wait for his reply.
“Probably because I’m an alien and Willy is an alien plant.” His tone is filled with sarcasm.
I flick his chest. “Jerk. Let’s just hope your dick isn’t as fragile as Willy. I’d hate for it to fall off before we even start.”
He marches us into his room, and I screech as he tosses me on the bed. “Thea, similarities aside, let me show you just how different from Willy I really am.”