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baggy shirts and knit shorts?”
    Yes, she did have something, but she wasn’t sure she should wear it. Just because she’d been attracted to the alien didn’t mean she should actually make a play for him. Cosmir might live here now, but what if he wanted to return to his world one day? Any woman who attached herself to him would have to go with him. Caitlyn wasn’t sure she could leave her brother behind, and there was no way Jake would move to a world with no available women.
    Caitlyn stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, twisting the lock. Not that Jake would ever just barge right in. As the water warmed, she brushed her teeth and stripped out of her pajamas. The woman staring back at her in the mirror looked tired. She turned one way then another, admiring her reflection. The dark circles and bags under her eyes detracted from her curvy figure and perky breasts. She might not be stunning enough to grace the covers of magazines, but she thought she had a nice body overall.
    She stepped under the warm spray and pulled the curtain closed. As she soaped her skin, her nipples puckered against her palms. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, and her body was more than ready to break the dry spell. She pinched and twisted her nipples as she bit her lip to keep from moaning. Squeezing her thighs together, she tried to quench the ache building inside.
    Her soap slick fingers trailed down her belly and threaded through the curls at the junction of her thighs. The pads of her fingers glided across her swollen clit and she spread her legs further, bracing one foot on the side of the tub. God, but she wished she had her toys. Unfortunately, they’d all melted in the fire at her apartment.
    Her breath came out in pants as her body strained for release. Her back bowed as her hips thrust against her fingers. Caitlyn closed her eyes and imagined a nice, big cock filling her over and over. A pair of pansy colored eyes flashed in her mind and she nearly groaned. She’d been good and hadn’t stared at the alien’s crotch, but she’d be willing to bet that Cosmir was well hung.
    Just the thought of the alien bringing her pleasure was enough to send her over the edge. She clenched her teeth hard as she held back the cry that sprang to her lips as her pussy convulsed and her legs quivered. If she came that hard just thinking about Cosmir, she could only imagine what the real thing would be like.
    Caitlyn finished her shower then dried off and dressed. She’d selected a pair of white shorts and a teal tank. It was better than the outfits she’d been wearing around the house, but didn’t look like she was trying too hard. Most of the guys on Jake’s team had seen her at her worst already, but she wanted to look nice for Cosmir even if she wasn’t sure it was a good idea to date him. For one, he was a fireman, and she’d sworn off those. Men who were adrenaline junkies just weren’t for her. No, she needed a nice, sedate businessman who worked eight to five, drove something safe like a Camry, and was home for dinner every night.
    She blew her hair dry and pulled it back in a ponytail, pausing as she reached for what little make-up she’d purchased. Maybe a little lip-gloss, but that was it. The more she thought about it, the more she realized keeping Cosmir at bay was an excellent idea. From their conversations, she knew if he returned to his world, he’d be a warrior again. The last thing she needed was a husband who might not come home from work. She’d lived that hell once already, and she didn’t want to go through it again.
    Jake was missing when she entered the kitchen, then she heard him on the back porch. She peered out the back door and saw him pulling hamburger patties and steaks from one of the fridges he kept back there. He had one for meat and one for beer, and she suspected both would be empty by the end of the day. If there was one thing she could say about the F.F.D., it was that they could