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her chin and the fabric of his pants brushed against her
cheeks. His body heat engulfed her, seductively warm.
    Kane grunted as he thrust into her mouth, his clasp on her
hair intense and arousing, not allowing any retreat. Eshe’s lips hummed and her
cheeks ached. He was driving insanely fast, even for an Orogone , their
surroundings whizzing by them. She didn’t care, all of her focus on her One, on
his fulfillment.
    “Fuck.” Kane’s voice deepened. “Fuck.” His thighs shook.
“I’m going to—”
    She sucked hard and he roared, driving upward. Hot spurts of
cum shot down her throat and filled her mouth. Eshe swallowed and swallowed,
savoring his sweetness. He thrust once, twice and stilled, his hold on her head
easing.
    “I needed that. Thank you.” He petted her hair, his caresses
gentle, caring.
    Does he care for me? Kane’s cock softened in her
mouth. She licked him clean, his taste resembling liquefied sugar, and she
carefully fastened his pants.
    Human males, unlike Orogones , mated with any viable
female, the species notoriously fickle. Eshe straightened and studied Kane’s
face, searching for signs of affection. He didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed
to the road.
    I’m simply a viable female. She sighed, turning her
attention toward the outside world.
    * * * * *
    Hours later, Kane continued to drive, compelled to reach the
city tonight. Eshe slumped over the customized middle console, her hands
pressed against his leg, her mouth, the mouth he’d pounded his cock into,
slightly open. She twitched as she slept, her breathing ragged.
    She’s in pain. His heart twisted with that
realization. Not that she’d ever admit to it. His sexy alien was as stoic as
any soldier, not complaining once about their drive-through greasy
burger-and-fry dinner or his lack of talking or the lame-ass thank-you he’d
given her after the hottest blowjob he’d ever had in his long, lonely life.
    Kane ran one of his hands over Eshe’s rounded spine and she
moaned, pushing into his palm. Her white doctor’s coat was soaked with
perspiration, her body hot to the touch. They’d have to stop, delaying the
completion of their mission. He removed the elastic from her hair and spread
her straight blonde tendrils over her shoulders.
    I need her to transfer my mother , he told himself. That
is why I’m putting Eshe’s needs first. He pressed a button on his dash and
the vehicle dialed his parents’ home phone number.
    “Kane, is that you?” his mother answered. “You’re calling us
late at night. Is everything okay?”
    “Can you and Father stick around the house tomorrow
morning?” Kane ignored her question. Everything wasn’t okay and he wouldn’t lie
to his mom.
    Eshe straightened, the flames in her alien eyes high and
bright. He pressed his index finger to her lips, signaling for her to be quiet,
and she nodded.
    “Sure thing, hon.” His mother sounded as worried as Kane
felt. “I’ll make pancakes. Your father bought a big jar of maple syrup
yesterday from the farmers market.”
    “Pancakes sound good.” He glanced at Eshe. He had to say
this, just in case. “I love you, Mom.” His voice broke.
    He heard her suck in her breath. “Kane, you’re scaring me.
What’s going on?”
    “We’ll talk about it tomorrow morning. Give my love to Dad
too.” He ended the call before the lump in his throat grew any bigger.
    Silence stretched. Kane felt Eshe’s gaze on him yet he
couldn’t acknowledge her, couldn’t answer her questions, his emotions stark and
raw. He stared straight ahead, peering through the windshield at the winding
stretch of pavement before them. Fireflies danced by the roadside, seeking
their mates, searching for love.
    “We’ll save her.” Eshe kneaded his leg, her fingers shaking.
She was in pain, a pain he’d inflicted by simply existing, yet she sought to
reassure him, to comfort him.
    Kane spotted the motel he often frequented and he pulled the
Hummer into the parking lot. Gravel