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patrolled the perimeter. Kane pulled her to the right. They passed one, two,
three poles and he yanked on the fence.
    The wire parted, revealing a hole large enough for one very
large half-human, half- Orogone male. Her One was clever and resourceful.
Dismay mixed with Eshe’s admiration. With his skills, his dark good looks, his
fit physique, he could have any Earth female. He didn’t need her.
    Kane pushed her through the opening first and then followed,
bending the wires to close their makeshift exit. He grabbed her hand once more
and they jogged along the road. Perspiration streamed down Eshe’s spine,
wetting her clothes.
    They ran and ran and ran. The strain of finding her One had
siphoned much of Eshe’s energy and she slowed. She licked her lips, needing
food, sugar, rest. Kane decreased his speed to match hers, his expression
growing more grim.
    She was a liability, hampering his escape, and this irked
Eshe. She pushed her body to its limits, her sole thought to continue forward.
They rounded a corner and she spotted a big black Hummer, an army-like vehicle
that could only belong to the male by her side.
    Kane removed a key fob from the pocket of his pants and
pressed the button, unlocking the Hummer. They moved to the passenger side.
Eshe’s black canvas bag was propped against the door.
    Kane gripped it with one hand and opened her door with the
other. Eshe’s legs ached as she climbed into the vehicle. He set the bag in the
backseat and rounded the hood, sweeping their surroundings with his all-seeing
gaze.
    We did it. Eshe sagged against the leather seat. Kane
filled the driver’s side with his big body, flooding the interior with his
musky male scent. She placed her left palm on his right thigh, reestablishing
their connection, and his muscles flexed, solid and firm under her fingertips.
    Kane drove quickly, weaving in and out of traffic, having an Orogone ’ s reaction time. Horns honked. A truck driver extended
his middle finger to them, offering them a crude nonverbal Earth insult.
    The trees and houses blurred. Eshe watched the scenery,
relishing this rare opportunity to explore another planet, to be among the
natives. She’d visited many places, seeing only the inside of laboratories,
needed only for her brain.
    Her One needed her only for her brain also. She glanced at
Kane. His jaw was jutted, his profile stern and hard. His raw masculinity
moistened her pussy and tightened her nipples.
    He breathed deeply, his nostrils flaring. “Are you in pain?”
    He smells my need. Eshe’s cheeks heated. “I’m tired.”
    Kane flipped open the console between them and extracted a
can. “This should help with your fatigue.” He handed her the fruit punch, the
metal cool against her skin. “I assume my craving for sugar is an alien thing?”
    “It’s an Orogone thing,” Eshe corrected, opening the
can, the fizz of released gases punctuating her reply. “We use more energy than
humans do.” She sipped the sweet liquid and smiled, the fruit punch reviving
her. “Here.” She passed the can to him. “You must need this also.”
    Kane placed his mouth where hers had been and took a long
swig, the muscles in his throat convulsing. He’d taste sweet. She licked her
bottom lip, hungry for his touch.
    Kane groaned, shifting in his seat. “You’re killing me,
Eshe.” He pressed the can into her hand. The ridge in his pants had returned,
if it had ever left.
    She placed the can in the cup holder and openly studied the
outline of his hard cock. Can a man run with an erection? It should be
physically possible. The scientist in her needed to know and knowing required
more information. Eshe leaned over the middle console and ran her palm along
the intriguing ridge, exploring him with her fingertips, savoring his length
and girth.
    “Remove your hand,” Kane growled.
    “Okay, okay.” She obeyed, crossing her arms, ignoring the
burning in her chest, the pain that came from not touching him. “Many