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Silas reaches up, caressing her cheek. “Their kids and ours, too. You gotta believe, baby girl. Don’t give up on us.”
“But,” she stalls, blinking back sudden tears, “it hasn’t happened yet, and we’ve been trying for months. Something must be wrong with me. Maybe I’m too small or something.”
“You’re not too anything but too beautiful.” Silas cups her face. “It’s probably me. I got so damn lucky finding you; I gotta earn the rest of our dream together. I gotta work for our future because you fell into my yesterday like an angel.”
“Dayum,” Redix sighs. “Y’all are too damn cute.”
“It’ll work out.” Gently, Charlie assures them. “Eily, your mom is smaller than you and had you and your sisters. And Silas is too damn in love with you to ever give up. One way or another, you’ll have a family. And apparently, we’ll be joining you. We’ll make a big family together.”
Charlie leans down, kissing me. I’ve surprised her, I know. But it’s what she wants, and now I can’t imagine our lives any other way.
“What will we call ourselves?” Cade wonders. “I mean, like, how do we explain our love to our kids?”
“That’s what I wonder,” I confess, shifting my hips under Charlie. “What do we name our love?”
There aren’t rules for our family because we break so many. Which is a load of bollocks because why are there rules against this?
It’s love.
It’s just love between more than two.
We’re more than one family.
We’re three families who found this family together.
“Well, we aren’t their aunts and uncles because we fuck.” I adore her. Filters escape Eily, but she’s right. “I mean,” she says, “we’ll share a bed like this sometimes. Right? Please tell me we will. If Silas and I have kids, too, I don’t want to hide us from them. I don’t want to act ashamed because I’m not. I want our children to be raised surrounded by love.”
“Sometimes we can sleep like this.” Redix jokes, “But Silas snores too much, and Daniel’s weenus pokes me all night. We’ll need our own houses and beds to get some damn sleep. Evidence: today.”
“Shut up,” Silas huffs. “You’re the one who kicks like David Beckham in your sleep.”
“Uh, yeah, and like him, I bend it when I score with y’all every morning, too.”
Redix makes us laugh, but I can see it.
I can see our three homes here. We’ll have our bedrooms with our wives and our busy, daily lives with kids, school, and work and all.
But I can see us sharing weekends.
I can see us and our pile of kids watching Friday night movies together, popcorn everywhere.
I can see us putting them to sleep in a room of bunk beds and stuffed animals before we crawl into our big bed together, quietly sharing a night.
I can see one of our kids sneaking into our shared bedroom Saturday morning, poking an eyelid, wanting pancakes.
I can see afternoons spent on the water, teaching them to fish and ski, and I can see us gathered around a huge table for Charlie’s famous Lowcountry boil every Saturday night.
I can see the headlines, the posts, the viral torture we’ll get, too.
The Sinful Six.
The Salacious Six.
I can imagine the horrible shit some will say.
But I can see every Sunday morning, drinking coffee in our row of rocking chairs on the covered porch, watching the sunrise. The six of us, with some hands held, will share laughs while our kids run around. We’ll hang tire swings from the live oak.
The world will judge. They’ll give us hell, but we won’t care.
Because it will be our little slice of heaven.
“I can’t sleep now!” Eily bounces on Silas. “I’m too excited. Are we thinking coastal chic or modern beach for your homes?”
“Don’t know,” Charlie answers. “But I think we should connect our homes with raised porches.”
“Yeah,” Cade adds, “we can grow jasmine vines from them and—”
“Come on, y’all.” Redix groans, almost begging, “This ain’t the Magnolia home show. Just ten minutes. Let’s nap for just ten damn minutes.”
Cade falls on his chest, letting him wrap around her.
Silas pulls Eily into a hug, and I look up, cupping Charlie’s cheek.
Silently, she kisses my palm. Tenderly, she twists to lie beside me. Taking my hand, she wedges her body against mine, her warm back to my chest. Slowly, she guides my fingers down between her thighs.
We’re too in love. We’re too good together. We’re too aligned, our souls matching. I know how to do this as I quietly slip inside her. I know how to share the same dreams with her, too.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
REDIX
“May the force be in me!”
“Ibetter win a fucking Emmy for this,” I snort. “Literally.”
“They should award those, you know. I heard sex scenes are tough to shoot. Is it true?”
Blair swirls day-glo body paint across my back, and I don’t hate her hands on me.
She’s hot. She’s fun. She’s damn creative with her trick night: an alien love story.
“Hell, yeah,” I answer. “Fucking modesty patches stick to my pubes or body hair. Depends on where wardrobe puts them. And pasties rarely stay on tits, especially when we get sweaty under the lights, so I try to avert my eyes, respecting my colleague’s nipples, even when they’re right in my face. All while I make sure I don’t move my ass wrong for the DP.”
“DP?” Blair squirts goop on my glutes. “You’ve shot a DP scene before?”
“Director of Photography. And no. A DP sex scene is crossing over into porn.” I laugh. “I’ll only shoot that for free with y’all.”
She chuckles. “Does that mean I can put this night in a book?”
“Sure. Just gimme a cool name. Like Redix the Railer.”
“Redix the Raider.”
“Even better.”
She squats behind me, getting my hamstrings. With all the prep involved tonight, it does feel like I’m about to shoot a sex scene.
“So, we just go in there and start snatching bodies?” I ask.
Blair paints my calves. “You can change your mind.” I’m almost covered, chin to toes, in blue body paint, with purple and yellow paint contouring my muscles. “You can switch and be a human sacrifice.”
“Luca is going to lose his mind watching this.”
Scarlett stands beside me. We’re the lucky treats tonight, so we got to pick first: alien breeder or human sacrifice.
She chose human sacrifice.
I chose breeder.
Big shock.
I know.
Securing her hair in a bun, Scarlett is dressed like a businesswoman. Her white silk blouse, black pencil skirt, and Louboutin black heels are elegant. I like the sexy geek glasses she’s wearing, too.
Nice touch.
She really does look like a woman, innocently walking to her car in a parking lot before amorous aliens suddenly abduct her.
Now, the person who I can’t believe is such a good alien sport is Ford Alexander.
I like the guy—a lot.
Yeah, he’s a hot-as-hell, grumpy motherfucker, but he’s a good one.
He loves his wife, his husbands, and their kids. He fought for his country and has the scars to prove it—especially the big one down the center of his chest.
But he’s into this, too, because, deep down … what man doesn’t dream of it?
Who doesn’t want to dress like an alien warlord about to breed humans so both species can survive?
It’s the plotline for Blair’s best-selling paranormal romance books, and now…
“Damn, Blair.” I spin around, pondering aloud, “Your books would make a great movie. No. A great series.”
She stares over the rim of her glasses. “Don’t tease me.”
“I ain’t teasing. I’m serious. Aliens falling in love with humans instead of fighting them? That’s fucking gold. We could co-write it. Daniel could produce it. He and I could star in it, and you could be our consultant on set, making sure you like it.”
Her jaw hangs open, speechless.
“We can pitch it to the studio.” So, I keep convincing her. “We can shoot in Atlanta so you could be near your husbands and—”
“Stop,” she begs, tears welling in her eyes. “Just stop. Redix, you’re talking about making my dreams come true.” She throws her arms around my neck, getting blue paint on her costume.
“Ah, darlin’.” I peck her cheek, hugging her back. “That’s what we’re here for—making fantasies come true. Whatdayasay?”
“Sold, and excuse me while I pass out.”
“Don’t pass out.” I squeeze her tighter. “We gotta pitch it first.”
“And we gotta rehearse it tonight,” Scarlett adds. “Because, my god, it’s a hot plot.”
“So, if they’re dressed like humans, we can fuck them?” Ford asks, standing at attention like he’s afraid he’ll get body paint all over our dressing room in the honeywagon.
“Yeah.” Blair lets me go. She shakes her head, still processing my proposal. “I gave everyone a choice: aliens or humans. If they’re humans, they want to breed tonight.”
“If they’re aliens like us,” I ask, “can we fuck them, too? Like alien to alien sex?”
“And are we supposed to fuck them, humans or other aliens, with those?”
Ford points to the open silver suitcase on the vanity containing alien cocks.
They look like a pile of fluorescent candy. All giant, brightly colored monster dicks in a variety of shapes and sizes. Some are cock sheaths. Some are dildos. And all look out of this world.
Pinch me.
I can’t believe my life.
I can’t believe this fantasy.
Screw, turkey. Halloween just became my favorite holiday.
I mean … candy galore, giant colored cocks, and gorgeous cunts to breed. What other holiday can compete? Maybe Valentine’s, but come on, Halloween has kinky costumes, too.
I pick up a long purple and blue cock sheath. It’ll add inches to my dick—the potential making it twitch.
“Do your aliens breed the men, too?”
“Yep,” Blair proudly answers me. “My aliens have no preferences. Only love.”
“Aw, that’s sweet,” Scarlett replies. “Do they do anal, too? I mean … asking for a friend with a hot, Dom husband who’s claimed her pussy forever.”
Blair winks. “Yes, they can breed vaginally or anally. As long as the humans are dripping with alien milk by the end of the night.”
Ford laughs, tossing his bearded chin up. “I hope you brought a mop because that fake cum lube is a bitch to clean up. I swear we’ve been through a dozen rugs at Delta’s.”
“Oh, I know,” Blair says. “Beau and Colton learned the hard way. We’ve already had to replace the carpet and repaint. Now, we play on hardwoods only.”
I snort. “Hardwoods.”
Scarlett laughs with me. “That’s why we have a private hotel suite for our scenes.”
Blair sighs, “I love The Mercier Hotel.”
“We all do,” Ford agrees.
Hell, I’m a fan, too.
I love how our world is growing, our partnerships, too.
From Ms. Faye’s Sex Club, where we’re members. To Delta’s, Stacey’s adult store, where we all shop. To Luca’s secret suite at The Mercier Hotel. I’ve heard stories about Zar’s beach house. And then there’s Silas’s yacht, the Indigo Dream. And now here, where our homes will be.
Indigo Island.
Yeah, maybe the island is haunted.
I don’t mind. The haints can fuck with us, too. It only adds to our fun.
“Okay.” Like a director, Blair focuses us. “They’re ready in the tent. The scene is set. Your alien soldiers have gathered and handcuffed the humans to breed in the sacrificial field, and now you two, the warlords, have captured Scarlett to breed first. You must breed her and a male and so on. There are three each to be sacrificed.”
Scarlett chews her lip. She’s nervous. Which is cute and fucking sexy because she could put a hurtin’ on us if she had to.
“Don’t worry.” Gently, Ford caresses her shoulder. “I got ya. I won’t do anything to disrespect your husband.”
Her husband, Luca, is smeared in blue and gold body paint when we step into the tent. He went for the alien role tonight, as did Silas, Mateo, Nick, Beau, and Colton.
The rest of the men are humans.
Of the women, I glance around, only curious about my wife.
I smirk; that’s my woman.
Cade’s a human, dressed like Scarlett for the sacrifice.
But when Cade sees me covered in contoured body paint, a tattered brown suede loincloth knotted right above my aroused blue vein … her eyes get wide … and hungry.
“Beam me up, Scottie,” Silas mutters, standing beside her. He has Cade cuffed with Charlie beside them. She’s an alien, and so is Eily.
Scarlett, Cade, and Stacey are the women to breed.
But I clock it. Daniel is dressed like a businessman—a male we can breed, too.
I suspect our sixsome had a strategy tonight.
Charlie’s still recovering from her sexorcism. Eily is being careful since she’s ovulating, so Silas is devoted to her. That leaves Cade and Daniel as the ones from our group we’ll sacrifice.
Yeah, my alien soldiers, Beau and Colton, don’t look mad about it.
From the other groups, the sacrifices are Zar with Scarlett and Stacey with Luke.
And Blair?
I’m not quite sure what she’ll do dressed like a Galactic Babe. In her story, she’s the first human bred by an alien. Cue the romance because *surprise* she fell in love with one, then two, alien warlords, aka Beau and Colton.
But in reality, I know her threesome has boundaries. Still, we can’t neglect our fearless leader. I’ll encourage someone to take care of her tonight.
The scene is set, and I don’t need Blair to call, “Action!”
I’m feeling it.
So is Ford.
We drag Scarlett into the tent’s center. She’s resisting enough to make this real, to make this hot.
“You fucking, beasts,” she snarls. “When I get free, I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
“Silence, human!” I bark, scanning the circle of six empty breeding benches, instantly rousing my dick.
Wow, this IS an epic story.
Blair went all out, using Stacey’s help, I’m sure.
Under Blair’s black lights, our alien bodies glow in an evil neon rainbow. Erotic music pumps unearthly beats. Uplights beam bright green and blue in a circle along the dark edge, like we’re under our ship, hovering above. A fog with clean water, sugar, and sin aromas mists the tent.
It does feel like an alien breeding. Like we’re in the desert of Area 51 with humans we stole for our pleasure, for our survival.
It’s kinky as fuck.
The black leather breeding benches will present each human on their back, their legs raised and open, their ankles secured to two poles, presenting them helplessly if we bind their wrists to the bench, too.
I see it clench Luca’s jaw as we handle Scarlett, roughly restraining her first. Ford secures her ankle while I rip her skirt enough to open her legs so I can bind her other one.
“Fuck you!” She growls with her legs splayed open, her ass at the edge of the bench.
“Oh, human,” I mock, lingering my blue finger over her exposed, pink lace panties. “That’s what you secretly want, isn’t it? An alien fuck?”
A devilish sparkle hits Scarlett’s blue eyes.
Atta girl. She’s loving this.
Then … we’re all loving it.
The aliens grab and grunt, binding the humans. The humans resist and play fight, cursing us. Body paint gets on clothes as I catch smiles ghosting snatched bodies.
Once all six are bound and ready to be bred, I smirk at Ford. I swear, he can read my mind.
I approach Daniel while Ford returns to Scarlett on the bench beside us. They could fight us, but they don’t.
Ford glances at Blair, standing between our benches. He’s waiting for her next move.
On cue, Blair rests her hand on Scarlett’s arm, then Daniel’s. “This is our only way to survive,” she pleads in her role, “but it doesn’t hurt that bad, I promise. And if you let it,” she practically purrs, “their big alien cocks can feel so good.”
“Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re the only one who can fuck me.”
Zar jokes, bound and ready for his turn and we burst out laughing.
Except Eily, who cocks her head. “I don’t get it.”
Silas wraps around his alien wife. “Oh, we’re bingeing Star Wars next week.”
“Quiet!” Ford shouts to our soldiers, his lips twitching, suppressing his laugh. “We don’t have much time. We inseminate, then leave.”
Eily snorts. “Inseminate. So sexy.”
Ford twists his mouth, trying not to break. “We use our huge cocks and fill the humans with our alien seed.”
Eily winks. “Better.”
“You creepy, perverted alien fucks!” Hell yeah, Scarlett gets an alien Emmy. She rattles the chains cuffing her ankles. “Don’t you dare touch me with those big, freaky dicks!”
“Do it!” Daniel tries to snarl, but I hear his laughter. “If you’re going to fuck us, then get on with it.” And his arousal.
I step between his legs. “Oh, you’ll get it, human. You’re all about to get more cock than you’ve ever had.”
Daniel smirks, so I smirk back, commanding the other aliens, “Strip them!” I start improvising. “And prepare their holes to breed!”
Damn, I’m getting into this.
Pointing, I direct Eily and Silas to play with Stacey. Mateo and Charlie can tease Luke. Nick, of course, belongs with Zar while Ford hooks his finger, ordering Luca to join him with Scarlett. There’s no fighting that.
But for Cade?
Oh, she’ll love this.
“Human!” I glower at Blair, stabbing my blue finger at Cade’s bench. “You say they’ll love our big alien cocks? Then prepare her to take mine!”
