ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance) (52 page)

“Scared?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I—”

“It’s okay. I’m scared, too.” She leaned toward him and allowed herself to hope, to breathe him in. Tension eased out of her. “I really want you back, Eric. If you think you can do this with me, then—”

“Yes, yes, I swear it.” He leaned toward her and fervently kissed her cheek and her jaw. “Yes.”

Relief burst inside of her. Mindlessly, she grabbed his face and kissed him. She moaned into it, nearly falling against him. God, it had been too long…

He kissed back, his motion gentle yet passionate. His fingers remained pressed over her belly.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Months later, Tanya wore a skimpy hospital gown that clung to her sweat-coated skin. Though her lower half was numb, exhaustion—no, a sensation heavier than exhaustion—from the exertion of birthing her child made her dizzy, her breathing erratic. She blinked hard, unable to keep her eyelids very high up.

“Is he okay?” Tanya choked out, looking for the nurse who had her baby.

Eric squeezed her hand tightly. “He’s fine. They’re taking real could care of him now. I can see him.”

“How’s he look.”

“Beautiful,” Eric said, squeezing harder. “Just like his mom.”

She smiled and cried, joy and fatigue crushing her sense of awareness. She leaned toward Eric’s voice.

Then her baby wailed, and she stiffened.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Eric said, rubbing her arm and her shoulder. “They’re just making sure he’s breathing. And he is, very well. He’s got quite the set of lungs on him.”

“I want to see him,” she whispered. “I want to see.”

“They almost have him ready, baby. Almost. He’s doing great.”

Her head fell back against the pillows. “Let me see…” Lips pressed against her temple, and she smiled, reassured.

A shadow came over her, followed by a sweet and tired voice of a nurse. “Here’s your baby boy. You ready to hold him.”

Tanya forced her tired eyes to open wider, and she shuffled herself up into a better sitting position. Her gaze immediately landed on her son, wrapped up in a blue blanket. His eyes—bright, like his dad’s—were wide open and looking around at everything little thing.

Love, so intense and powerful that she couldn’t breathe, erupted beneath her breastbone. Tanya cried harder and reached for him, her precious boy.

The nurse gently placed the infant in Tanya’s arms, and then the nurse backed away and let Eric press himself closer to Tanya.

“What should we name him?” he asked, his finger gently brushing over the baby’s tiny fists.

The baby beamed at his father’s, and Eric’s exhale choked off. “Hi, baby,” he said, curling his finger around the baby’s fist. “I’m your dad.”

The baby seemed to smile gently.

Tanya’s heart soared and melted all at once. She leaned heavily against Eric, her eyes never leaving her child’s. “He’s perfect. No name will be good enough for him.”

Eric snorted softly. “He’s going to have a big ego with a mother like you.”

“And with a father like you?”

“Crap. It’s going to be massive.”

She laughed, tears escaping her eyes and trailing down her jaw. The baby smiled again, and she cooed at it. “Hi, sweetie. What should your name be?”

It was so hard to think past the drugs, the exhaustion, and the love. Tanya was on the verge of passing out, but she fought past the need. She focused on her boy, on ideas for his name.

Eric hummed against her temple. “How about…Chance?”

She shook her head. “No, he doesn’t look like a ‘Chance.’”

“Isaac?”

“No.”

“Kyle?”

“No.”

Eric harrumphed, making Tanya laugh wetly again. “You are hard to please, baby.”

“It needs to be perfect,” she repeated.

“Well…shy of naming him ‘Jesus,’ we could call him Christian. Or Chris.”

“Chris.” She smiled at the baby—at Chris—and he smiled back. Tanya nodded jaggedly. “Chris. That’s it.”

“Chris Lawson-Reed,” Eric said proudly, his lips tickling her head. “I like it.”

“I do, too.” She hugged Chris a little tired. “Hi, Chris. It’s so good to finally see you.” She pressed her lips against his soft forehead, his warmth and his scents overwhelming her in the sweetest way possible. “I love you so much.”

“I do, too,” Eric whispered, resting his hand on the baby’s leg. “I love both of you more than anything in this world.”

Tanya finally looked over at him. Eric, in a pair of scrubs, bags under his eyes, hair a mess, his team playing a game without him—

“I love you, too,” Tanya whispered, staring into Eric’s eyes.

Eric gave her a watery smile before gently kissing her. His hand made its way over Chris and on top of her own hand.

It was perfect. Just perfect.

THE END

Tempting the College Tutor

CHAPTER ONE

Damien sat in the library, waiting, tapping his pencil up and down on the desk. He had gotten out of class early, so he went straight to the library. If he hadn’t been in class, he would have been more likely to be late than early, but here he was waiting for a tutor to show up that he had yet to meet.

Damien had never placed too much importance on his studies. He was the quarterback of the football team and had always taken football very seriously. When he was in high school, he was able to get a scholarship for college, and he had worked hard for it, too. It had been his complete and total focus for his four years of high school.

So, when he began his college career, it just seemed natural that it would still remain his complete focus. But it took him beginning to fail some of his classes to realize that college classes require a lot more out of you than high school classes do. The professors are much more serious, the assignments are longer and more tedious, and the structure of classes is much different. It may not have been quite as difficult if he was going to a different school, but his father had always wanted him to go to Harvard, so he did.

He was in his second year at Harvard, 20 years old and struggling to get by with his grades. His family came from old money. Yes, he had gotten in to an Ivy League school because of his football scholarship, but also because of his name. That, and because he wanted it. Even if that desire had come from his father, it did not matter. When Damien wanted something, he nearly always got it.

Damien’s father was disappointed that his son was doing so poorly in school and had called in a tutor to help take care of the issue. Damien was initially resistant, mostly because it was his father’s idea and not his own. However, once he failed his midterm for a class that he was already re-taking, he decided that he really did need some extra help, regardless of how stubborn he wanted to be. Besides, his father had already made arrangements for a private tutor, so here he was: waiting in the library for his mystery tutor to show up.

Talia was his tutor. She was on her way to the library, rushing because she was running a little late. She was practically the complete opposite of Damien. She was always early because she had to work hard to get into such a prestigious college. She had worked her ass off with her academics and array of extracurricular activities in high school so that she could get a scholarship for college since that was the only way she would be able to go to a college, or a good one anyway. It was always her dream to go to an Ivy League school and she was determined to make it happen, and of course, she did. She would not have been willing to settle for some community college in Detroit, which was where her family was from. She knew she had to get away from that place. She knew that she needed to go places so that she could live the life she had always wanted to. In addition to taking a full load of classes, she also worked almost full time, and did private tutoring on the side to get by.

When she entered the library, she looked around, trying to spot the… “Damien,” she thought as she looked at her planner which had his name, the time they were meeting and his phone number in case she needed it. She was always organized and liked to be that way. She saw a white boy sitting here, tapping his pencil. She vaguely recognized him, thinking that he might be on the football team, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t often have time for frivolous things like going to football games, as she was nearly always busy. She figured it must be the guy she was set up to tutor, though. It was his father that had called her, so she knew that he must be some rich spoiled kind of kid and that guy seemed to fit the bill. She approached the table.

“Damien?” she asked. He stood up.

“Yes, hello,” he said, holding out his hand for her to shake, “I’m Damien. It’s nice to meet you. Talia, right?” He was struck by how attractive she was. He appreciated her smile, the curves of her body, and her golden brown eyes that contrasted nicely with her dark skin tone.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you, too,” she said, smiling at him. She was also struck by how attractive he was. She believed strongly in being professional with her tutoring, so she knew she would have to put her feelings aside, for now at least. “Let’s get started,” she added as she pulled a chair next to his and sat down.

She asked him what he needed help on and they began going over the material. It struck both of them how close together they were. When their hands grazed each other’s, they both felt and electric spark of chemistry between them.

Despite Damien’s frustration and boredom with the material, he was able to focus on it more effectively because of his attraction to Talia. He wanted to impress her, mostly because he wanted her. Plus, he knew that he really did have to step up with his studies and start doing better.

Damien and Talia were there studying for about two hours, which was how long their session was supposed to be for. Once it was over, Damien decided to try chatting, getting to know her a little bit.

“So, where are you from, anyway?” he asked casually.

“Oh, I’m from Detroit,” she said. She always worried what people at Harvard would think. For the most part, they were all from rich families that went to the Hamptons every summer, or had vacation homes in France, or that type of thing.

“Huh, that’s really interesting,” he said, “How did you like it there?”

“It’s alright,” she said, smiling shyly. “I mean, it’s not the best place, I know, but it’s still home.” She always felt like she had to make excuses or justify where she came from to keep up with the other students at Harvard. Being a black woman that came from a poor family was difficult for her when surrounded by her rich white peers with privileges that she never had and would never know.

“I get where you’re coming from. I mean, that makes sense,” he said. He understood that they had come from such different backgrounds. A few of his friends on the football team had come from places like that and they had talked a lot about that. He decided to express his understanding by explaining that to her.

She smiled, “Thanks for understanding.” She knew that he couldn’t understand fully, but she appreciated that he was trying. It was a lot more than most people.

They went on to chat about other things, what classes they were taking and what their majors were. After about half an hour, Talia checked her watch and realized that she had to go to work.

“I have to get going,” she said, “Same time next week?”

“Yeah,” he said, “Thanks a ton for helping me out. It was also good to get to know you a little bit.”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling, “I liked that too.”

She left the library, thinking about Damien and how handsome she thought he was. She was looking forward to next week when they would see each other again. She found herself with a goofy grin on her face as she made her way to work. He was nice, and the little conversation that they had felt good to her. She didn’t feel like he was a bad guy or a total slacker in the way that she had expected, seeing as it was his rich father that had called her. It seemed like he was actually really trying to understand what she was tutoring him for and she appreciated that.

Damien, on the other hand, was left in the library, feeling horny and wanting Talia’s body as he tucked his hard cock deep down into his jeans so no one would see how aroused he was. Feeling antsy, he rushed home to the privacy of his room. He opened up his laptop and started searching for some porn to help him get rid of his sexual frustrations. He searched for porn that would resemble his sexy tutor and found some interracial porn as he already began touching his cock. He felt strange about it, but he was so turned on by her and didn’t know what else to do with that sexual energy.