Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) (27 page)

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Amy’s pickup pulled onto Main
Street just after 9, and the streets were already teeming with local life.
Several elderly gentleman sat on the bench outside Jensen’s Corner Store, canes
in hand, people watching as they often did on a lazy summer day. Luke gazed,
wide eyed in fascination, as the shoppers bustled in and out of the small
stores lining Main Street, and the joggers running in place at the town’s only
stop light.

“We have nothing like this like
back home,” he grinned in her direction, watching as she pulled into an empty
space in front of the hardware store. Mr. Kelley was just opening up for the
morning and gave a polite wave in Amy’s direction. She returned the wave and
Luke’s smile grew even wider, “I think my people will be very happy here.”

Inside, she headed straight for
the hoses while Luke wandered the other aisles in search of parts he needed to
repair the ship. She located her hose almost immediately and anxiously joined
him, concerned he might reveal too much to a seemingly-friendly customer. The
store was empty, to Amy’s relief, except for a younger cashier looking
completely unamused behind the counter. Luke grabbed some wires and other
gadgets, and Amy paid for their things before they headed back out into the
sunlight. She was eager to head home; the town made her uncomfortable on a
regular basis, let alone with an alien by her side.

Luke stopped just short of the
truck and gave her the biggest, puppy dog eyes he could muster. “Could we see a
few more…”

“Shops?” Amy finished his
sentence.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “Shops.
Please? This is the closest I have dared to venture into a populated area. You
give me courage.”

Amy sighed and rolled her eyes,
giving the sexy yet sensitive Luke a warm smile. How could she refuse that
plea? As they walked, passersby gawked and marveled; it was unusual to see her
with someone, and a stranger at that. The younger girls swooned when they
passed; Luke seemed unaffected by the attention. Amy smiled wider—he only had
eyes for her.

He sampled an ice cream she
bought him on the way back to the truck. “So you have always lived here? In the
same place? We were always migrating; we went wherever we could find water.”

Her heart saddened thinking of a
young Luke packing up his things and traveling where ever the family needed to
go. He must’ve been so lonely, not living anywhere long enough to make any real
friends. She gave his hand a loving squeeze and he smiled a child-like grin.
Each stop on their adventure held a fascination in his eyes that forced even
Amy to look at her own town through new eyes. Explaining the world to someone
that had never experienced it made everything seem so new, so different, even
if you had seen it a thousand times before then. He marveled at the countless
numbers of trees and bright green grasses.

“You have so much beauty here,”
he sighed, laying his soft brown hair onto the back of the truck seat. “You
must be such a happy race.”

Amy snickered at the thought.
Unfortunately, she knew that most people went about their lives, never once
stopping to appreciate what they had, taking it all for granted.

She wanted to ask him why his
home planet was dying, but paused, thinking it might be rude to inquire.

“Do you mind if I ask… what
happened to your home?” She kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead to avoid
contact with Luke’s. “Do you know why it’s… dying?”

He gave a long sigh. “The
history books have pretty much been destroyed by the intense weather and dust
storms, but from what has been passed down by word of mouth, it was my
ancestors that started the decay, experimenting with weapons and other tools of
wasteful destruction. My mother once told me it was because they didn’t take
care of what they had while they had it.”

Amy’s stomach churned as she
gripped the wheel; the story sounded all too familiar.
That could be us
someday
.

****

Back on the farm, Luke headed
down the path toward his ship, eager to work on some more repairs before dark.
Amy wandered out to the pasture with Shiloh, checking on her cattle. The day
had slipped away from her, lost in a sea of fascination with Luke, so she
hurried through her chores in an attempt to catch up.

Soon, the sun began its decent
once more behind the treetops; Amy headed indoors to retire. She showered alone
as Luke continued to work until darkness had already crept over the land; her
mind wandered under the warmth of the water on her back. Her heart pulled at
her, feeling such shame for the way her race squandered its wealth, and for
Luke and the childhood he had to endure. She heard a soft knock on the bathroom
door and called out, “It’s open.”

Luke entered, smiling a playful
grin as he walked toward her. He wrapped her tightly in his arms and planted a
long kiss on her wet cheek.

“See?” he teased and tugged at
the bottom of her towel, “I can knock.”

She pushed him lightly back with
a laugh and he lunged again, this time getting a better grip on the edge and
the towel fell free, exposing her naked body. He grinned and gave Amy a hungry
growl, grasping her soft hips and drawing her nearer to his body. With a long,
loving kiss, the two stood entranced in one another’s arms. She inhaled the
scent of his skin, allowing the smell to fill her thoughts with images of the
night to come.

She dressed and headed
downstairs to make dinner, hunger temporarily disrupting her thoughts. She had
a delicious meal waiting on the table for them by the time Luke had showered
and returned to her side. They sat across from one another, savoring each
other’s company and chatted about the day. Luke was filled with questions, more
about life in a small town and about Amy’s childhood.

She told stories of her first
time on a horse and milking a cow, how she cried when her favorite dog Sammy
died and how her father had buried him beneath the large oak now stretching up
past her bedroom window. He listened intently, gobbling down his meal
voraciously. Rising from the table, Luke gave her a knowing smile—the two both
had more than food on their minds. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply on
the lips, reaching up with large hand to caress her soft skin. She wanted him
by her side forever; to gaze into those emerald eyes for the rest of her life.

****

After dinner, Amy led Luke up
the wooden staircase to the bedroom once again, only this time she knew to be a
little more reserved than she had been their first time in bed. His innocence
only increased the attraction already building deep within her, making it even
more difficult to contain the raw desire looming just below the surface.

He cupped her face in his hands,
drawing deep kisses from her supple lips as they moved closer to the bed. He
seemed more confident than the night before, more dominating than when he first
explored her body. With a swoop, she was in his arms, his hands coddling her
ass, as he carried her to the bed and lay her head gently upon the pillow. Amy
watched hungrily while he stripped off his new clothes and tossed them aside,
revealing his body to her longing eyes once more.

She could feel herself getting
wet from the anticipation, longing to feel him fill her for the first time. He
unbuckled her jeans and slid them to the end of bed, rubbing her thighs and legs
as he went. Amy assisted by lifting her shirt high above her head, its collar
catching on her ears in the heat of desire. He stopped her, eyes still covered
by the material and kissed her lips. The sensation rippled through her, leaving
her body quivering for more. Once naked, he mounted her, kissing at her neck
with gentle, playful nips.

“I want to feel you inside me,
Luke,” she whispered breathlessly. “I need you.”

Amy pushed Luke aside so that he
lay with his throbbing manhood exposed to her, and lifted herself up onto his
chest. He gazed up, wide-eyed, unsure of himself or what to do next. Slowly,
Amy inched his massive cock deep inside her, the waves of lust pounding like
ocean waves on a shore. As he filled her completely, stretching her inner walls
to their fullest extent, she smiled and leaned down to kiss him once more.

Luke’s large hands gripped her
sides nervously as she began to rock slowly back and forth atop her gorgeous
lover. A moan escaped her lips, the feeling of all of him inside her, pushing
her to the brink of ecstasy. She longed to go faster, deeper, and harder but
held back. He watched, licking his lips, as her hips swayed to and from,
pushing his cock deep inside, then pulling back to tease him. Soon the
fearfulness has faded, leaving behind only sheer desire. He growled upward at
her grinning face and tossed her onto the bed roughly, causing Amy to let out a
moan of pleasure and surprise.

“You feel incredible,” he
gritted his teeth, the passion consuming him,” I want more of you Amy; all of
you. Now.”

She conceded, allowing Luke to
take over and mount her quivering body. With a little guidance, he was deep
inside her once more. Amy gasped. His thrusts were deep, filled with need, and
hard as he grunted hungrily. Amy grasped the pillow above her head; the
sensation was like nothing she had ever felt, not in her wildest of fantasies.
He progressively thrusted deeper and harder, the springs of her old bed
clinching under the weight of their lust.

“Oh, Amy—tell me,” he panted,
“Tell me you’re mine; tell me to make you cum.”

“Make me cum, Luke!” she cried
out loudly, the pressure almost too much to bear. She needed to release; to cum
on his hard, pulsing shaft.

“Yes!”
he cried out and
pumped even deeper, rubbing his the thick pad of his thumb against her clit,
sending shock waves of utter bliss through her body.

Their bodies exploded with
pleasure together, the world spinning in a moment of euphoric bliss. Luke
collapsed onto her heaving chest and lay still, shaking from the heated moment.
Amy reached up and ran her fingers through his soft hair, calming his
breathing, and gave a long sigh of relief. Finally the torture of the past few
days, feeling the drive to be near him flooding in like waves, was followed by
pure, heavenly peace. As the night went onward, they lay, wrapped in deep
embrace, caressing and soothing the years of toil from one another’s bodies.
She gazed into his deep green eyes with a look of compassion, thinking of his
life and how she longed to make sure the rest of his years were spent in
happiness with her on the farm. But laying below the surface of joy, Amy’s
heart was slowly sinking, knowing that Luke would soon fix his ship and return
home with news to his surviving people of the new land. How long would he be
away from her? Would he ever return? She looked down at the bed, her thoughts
trailing off to an image of her waiting her entire life with no sign of his
ship on the horizon.

He lifted her chin, so that her
gaze met his once more. “I know what you’re thinking Amy,” he sighed. “You’re
afraid I’m not coming back to you.”

She nodded silently, tears
welling up in her eyes as she finally heard the words in her head spoken aloud.
Until this moment of post bliss connection, she hadn’t thought of his departure
much. It was inevitable; he would have to leave. He kissed her lips, long and
loving, and gave a saddened smile.

“I promise you,” he whispered,
“I will return to you soon. I have to tell my people that there’s another
planet that can sustain us. It’s my duty—it’s bigger than me. You understand,
right?”

“Yes, I do,” she sobbed through
the kisses. “I’m just afraid of losing you. I’ve gone my whole life waiting for
you, Luke, and now I have to say goodbye.”

He pulled her close to his
chest, squeezing her naked body tightly in his arms and caressed her long hair.
Amy thought she heard a sniffle escape him as he too shed a tear. She closed
her eyes tightly and savored his embrace.

“This is not goodbye,” he
chuckled despite his sadness, “it’s more like ‘See ya’ll later.’ ”

“You’re getting better at our
slang now,” Amy joked, trying to lighten the damp mood.

“Why yes, I reckon I am,” he
teased, and they shared a long laugh in each other’s arms.

****

Soon after that night, Luke had
discovered that his ship could be fueled by organic matter, specifically the
byproducts of fruits and vegetables grown on Amy’s farm, which meant he could
now return home to save his people. After several days had come and gone,
Luke’s ship was finally ready for departure, and the feeling of dread began to
overtake her.

Amy barely touched her meal that
night, picking at the plate full of juicy ham and sweet potatoes. She gazed
into her lover’s deep emerald eyes, knowing that he would soon be gone, trying
her best to hold onto the hope that he would someday return to her arms once
again.

Amy shoved her plate aside,
tears welling up in her eyes. Pushing his chair back, Luke reached out for her,
coddling her in his giant arms. She sobbed in his t-shirt, wanting nothing more
than to have him forever by her side. Luke held her so tightly, she thought she
would lose her breath—and he, too, shed a tear.

He nudged her back, planting a
deep, wet kiss on her lips, locked in a lover’s embrace that could only be
experienced with true love. He gave her an eager smile and released his arms
once more.

Luke cracked a sheepish smile,
“I forgot… I have something for you. Why don’t you come out to the field and
see me off?”

He took Amy’s hand and led her
outside to the ship, past the cattle languidly grazing in field. She knew it
was selfish, but she longed to convince him to stay; to find another way to
signal his people that didn’t involve that tedious journey. What if he was
hurt—or worse, killed—upon his return trip? Despite her true feelings, she knew
in her heart that she had to let him go. An entire race of people sat anxiously
awaiting his return, their very lives hanging in the balance.

Once they reached the ship, he
squeezed her hand, “I’ll be back in just a moment.” He pressed a shimmering
green button, opening the door with a long hiss. He returned a minute later,
holding something tightly in his hand. Facing her, Luke opened his hand; Amy
glanced down to look, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks. In his palm was
ring, his large hands dwarfing its size. She leaned in closer and gasped in
amazement to find the most beautiful gem set inside. It was light blue with
little white tufts moving through it, almost like a summer sky adorned by wispy
white clouds. Amy had never seen anything like it and marveled at its beauty.

“It was my mother’s,” he spoke
softly, lifting her ring finger with his free hand. “On my planet, it’s a
tradition for the male to go out in search of
almerade
, which means ‘sky
rock’ in your language, to give to his one true love when he finds her. It’s a
promise of forever, as long as the skies above still stand.”

She gazed at the ring, then back
to Luke’s loving smile. Was he proposing? Slowly, Luke slid the ring onto her
finger and Amy felt as if the ground beneath her had caved in, her heart ready
to explode. The world spun in a mixture of happiness and impending sadness,
knowing that she must part ways with her love, if only for a short time. He
leaned in for a final kiss, the emotions stirring in both of them, then backed
away towards the door of the ship.

“I must go now, my love.” His
emerald eyes remained locked with hers as he stepped aboard, the humming of his
engine filling the space around her. At the door, he paused for one last loving
gaze. “See ya later.” He smiled the warmest smile he could muster.

“See ya later,” she replied; the
look of sadness was clear on both of their faces.

Amy watched until the ship was
clear out of sight, gazing longingly at the now empty space between two stars.
Half-heartedly, she trudged back to the house. Shiloh lifted her head from her
place near the fireplace as Amy entered and slumped down into the chair. She
felt so empty; the eerie sound of a silence house bothering her like it never
had before. With a sigh, she headed towards the staircase, glancing longingly
at the ring upon her finger. Just as she reached the first step, the sound of
static filtered through the air around her, like a CB radio had switched on
somewhere near the mantle.

“Come in, Cowgirl,” the voice
was familiar, “This is Space Man… can you hear me?”

She walked cautiously back into
the living room and glanced around; nothing seemed to be disturbed. Shiloh
lifted her head once more as the voice echoed again.

“Amy, can you hear me?” It was
Luke, but coming from
where,
she didn’t know. “Shiloh, Girl, go show Amy
your collar!”

There upon Shiloh’s collar
dangled a shiny bauble; to the untrained eye, it would appear to be nothing
more than a fancy silver trinket. She unhitched it from the collar, examining
it in greater detail. A tiny, emerald green button popped up on the back that
Amy hesitantly pressed.

“Luke, is that
you
?” She
lifted her finger to listen.

“Yes, it is,” he laughed,
“Surprise! Now you can communicate with me until I reach the outer limits of my
home galaxy. I thought this might help us both, you know, in case you might
miss me or something.”

Amy rolled her eyes and pressed
the button once more, “Miss you? Now why in the world would I do that?”

Luke’s laughter filled the room.
Perhaps she would be able to bear their time apart after all. Regardless of
what came their way, Amy knew deep in her soul that Luke was forever hers, and
she would wait as long as it took for him to return to her arms once again. She
walked up the stairs towards her bed to rest, clutching the silver ball tightly
in her hand.

“Oh, Amy?” his voice echoed from
her hand just as she reached the bedroom. “I forgot to tell you something… I
love you.”

Amy flopped down onto the
squeaking mattress with a bright smile on her face. Shiloh clambered up the
stairs and joined her in her usual place at the foot of the bed.

Amy pressed the green button
once more and sighed, “Luke, I love you more than you’ll ever know. Please come
home soon.” She smiled, placing the trinket radio on the pillow beside her and
gazed into the magnificent ring. Her eyes closing, she daydreamed about what
life would be like, just the two of them alone on their farm. Maybe they’d
raise a family of their own someday. The smile faded as she drifted into a deep
sleep. Someday, soon enough, Luke’s loving gaze would be upon her again, his
embrace filling her with love and desire. The whole experience had been so mind
blowing, a whirr of emotions and the most amazing love story her mind could
have ever conceived. She was in love with an alien, and she wouldn’t want it
any other way.

THE
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