Alien Admirer (Alien Next Door)

by Subject, Jessica E.

  What’s wrong with me?

  She gazed next door at the loft above the garage. Adam. Why did her pulse race whenever she thought of him?

  She didn’t feel uncomfortable around him, not until she decided to go to dinner with Peter, a man she’d met at the grocery store. Then guilt ate at her. She feared asking Adam to watch her kids while she went out on a date. But why would he want to? What young man wanted to be strapped down, babysitting on a Friday night, when most went out drinking and picking up girls? Their own age.

  Her chance to live that life had come and gone. She had little ones, and they always came first. Her libido had to wait until they’d grown up and left the house. By then she’d be an old maid—and long out of the dating world—too dried up and bitter to want to hunt for a boyfriend. She slumped deeper into the wicker chair. Life sucks.

  The deep, throaty rumble of a motorcycle caught her attention. Adam coming home. Probably with some young floozy on the back of his Harley. The back of her throat ached at the thought, and she stood. I don’t need to see that. Her fantasy, the one thing left that brought a smile to her face at the end of the day, would end if she watched him escort another woman into his home.

  She didn’t escape fast enough. Adam pulled into their shared driveway before she grabbed the door handle. At the sight of the empty spot behind him, she breathed a sigh of relief. In her dreams he wouldn’t leave her for another woman.

  He waved, and she waved back, filled with a sudden giddiness. Geez, what is it about him that makes me feel like a teen again?

  Without another glance, he disappeared into the garage. She remained on the porch, staring like a fool. These fantasies have to stop. He had no reason to give her a second thought, at least not in the way she hoped.

  Time to go inside and purge him from her mind. Plenty of celebrities her own age to take Adam’s place and ravage her in bed.

  She pulled open the screen door.

  “Sera?”

  Every muscle tensed. She circled slowly, expecting him to disappear if she turned too fast.

  Standing at the bottom of her porch, he clutched the railing, one foot on the first step. “How was your date?” His eyes were hard, far different from the gaze he’d given her when holding her in his arms the day she’d gone skinny-dipping. But her love life wasn’t any of his business.

  She threw up her arms. Who am I kidding? “It was horrible.”

  He climbed the steps, his proximity sending a tingle through her. Would she ever get over the sensations she experienced around him?

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  No! She flinched, crossing her arms. Not a topic she ever wanted to discuss with him. “I’d rather just forget about it. Why don’t you tell me about yours?”

  He chuckled, sliding past her to sit on her steel glider, his hands behind his head. A bold move for a stranger. Yet, he wasn’t. They lived next door to each other, and she trusted him with her family.

  “I wasn’t on a date.” He turned away from her. “I went to the bar to try and drink away the sight of you with another man.”

  She gripped the outside ledge of the window, trying to wrap her head around his mumbled words. “You didn’t drive under the influence, did you?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Of all the things I said, that’s what you picked up on?”

  “No, I just want to make sure it’s not the alcohol talking. Because if you are intoxicated, I’m going inside and pretend you didn’t say that the sight of me with another man bothered you.” Though, his words were already embedded in her memory.

  “I can assure you I’m not drunk. Didn’t even finish my first beer. It wouldn’t have helped anyway. I can’t get you out of my mind.”

  She shook, running her hands down her arms. This has to be a joke. She wasn’t a cougar, didn’t go after younger men.

  “You don’t want me. I’m an old widow with two kids.” What young man looked for a girlfriend with wrinkles around her eyes, flabby arms, and stretch marks? “I’ll tie you down.”

  He rose, stretching out his perfect, muscled body, and drew closer. “I adore Melody and Zach, just as I adore you. I may only be twenty-seven, but I know what I want. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

  He traced his fingers along the side of her face, leaving her lightheaded. How did he have this effect on her when her date had given her the creeps?

  “I’m looking for a long-term relationship with the right woman. That is, if she wants me.”

  God, yes. She wanted him more than anything. But she needed more than a fling. Her children already told her almost every day she should marry Adam.

  She spun away, needing some space to think. What would Rob think about being replaced by a younger man?

  What is it going to take to convince her I want her? On the ride home, he’d persuaded himself to give up on Sera. Until he’d seen her on the porch. He had to seize what might be his lone opportunity.

  “Why do you have such a problem accepting that I’m attracted to you?”

  She faced him again, her cheeks glowing with color. “I don’t have a problem with that. In fact, I’m flattered. I have a problem with how much I’m attracted to you, how even on my date, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

  It was all the invitation he needed. Closing the space between them, he held her, pressing his lips to hers. Sera moaned, her body tight against his. She didn’t push him away, instead wrapping her arms around him, running her foot up and down the back of his calf.

  He clutched her thighs, pulling her up to straddle his waist. Every moan encouraged him to keep going. He wanted more.

  “Inside,” she said in a breathless whisper. “Take me into the house.”

  All right! Grasping and fumbling with the handle, he managed to open the door without letting her go. Focused on her in his arms, he shuffled around blindly until his knees met her couch. He laid Sera on the cushion, but she clung to him.

  “No, my bedroom. And be sure to close the door.”

  Her room? Holy shit! Before that moment, he’d expected several days of trying to win her over before she invited him to her room, if she ever even acknowledged his feelings.

  He carried her up the butcher block wood steps, to the bedroom he’d helped build. While he’d helped build every part of the house, the master bedroom remained the one room he hadn’t entered since Sera moved in.

  Sacred, just like her body.

  Setting her on the bed, he took in her pleasant, feminine scent, vanilla with a hint of peach.

  Absolutely delicious. He shed his boots and jacket, unsure how much more to take off. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, nor give her the chance to stop him from going any further.

  He slid onto the bed, between her legs. Counting backward from ten, he tried to calm his raging hormones and the urge to fuck her right away. He growled, hiking up her sundress to stroke the soft skin of her thighs. “I’ve waited a long time to do this.”

  “Well, hurry up already.” She lifted her hips, slipping her black silk bikinis off.

  He shivered in anticipation. How had a night that started out so terribly turn into this? Finally, everything he’d ever dreamed of.

  Following the trail of her panties, he licked her leg from knee to toe, and repeated the process on the other side. She tasted as exquisite as she smelled. “Fuck, Sera, you have no idea what you do to me.”

  She sat up and kneeled in front of him, hand on his groin. “If the bulge in your pants is any indication, I think I do.”

  As she unbuckled his belt and jeans, he grunted. If she wanted to take control, all the better. Sit back and enjoy the ride. So long as she didn’t change her mind…that would kill him.

  Sera pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees then palmed his balls, with a touch so gentle, so warm. He ached in anticipation.

  “Raise your arms.” She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it over his head, then grazed her fingers down his c
hest to pause at his abs. Tracing each muscle, she stared at his stomach as if confirming it was real. “You know, I’ve viewed six-packs in pictures, but not in real life. I thought they were just Photoshopped onto the models.”

  He chuckled, stroking her arm. “I assure you, it’s all real.” Though the muscles hadn’t gotten that way on their own. He used the gym equipment in his loft at least once a day. No short cuts. None with Sera, either.

  With trembling hands, he fumbled to remove her short, flowery dress, and tossed it on the floor, then finished stripping out of his own clothing.

  He froze, able to admire Sera’s naked form. Sweet Jesus, she’s gorgeous. Long brown wavy hair, which she usually wore up, flowed across her shoulders. Her full, creamy breasts swelled with each breath she took. But she frowned at him, the smile he adored gone.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She grabbed a pillow from the bed, holding it in front of her. “I’m too old for you. I have two kids, and the pregnancies weren’t kind to my body.”

  Drawing closer, he kissed her quivering lips. “You’re not old,” he whispered, nuzzling her shoulder. “And I don’t care how many times you gave birth. You’re the most beautiful woman I know.”

  He kissed her neck, down to her collarbone, wanting to taste every inch.

  Wrapping her arms around him, she halted his journey. “You could have any woman you want.”

  “And I want you.” No time to waste. He laid her on the bed, devouring his way down to her breasts, grazing his teeth over each erect nipple. Her gentle cries encouraged him on. He reached down to her pussy, drawing a finger across her swollen clitoris.

  She bucked under him. “Oh, my God!” Spreading her legs farther open, she rocked back and forth.

  Grabbing a condom and plunging right in would be so easy, but the best things came if he remained patient. Dipping two fingers into her wet heat, he circled her clitoris with his thumb.

  She writhed on the bed, her whimpers growing louder, then she orgasmed, her pussy clenching around him. Riding his digits, she panted and twitched for several moments.

  “Holy fuck!” One down and so many more to go. If he proved himself, he hoped she’d invite him another time.

  Lying flat on the bed again, she smiled. “Thank you. I really needed that.”

  Wait! What? “I’m not done with you yet.” He eyed the door, praying she wouldn’t kick him out so soon.

  She drew her thumb along his lips. “I know. It just seems like forever since someone else brought me to orgasm.” A pretty blush spread across her cheeks. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

  Resting beside her, he circled her breasts with his fingers. So supple. “Do you know how adorable you are?” After all she’d been through, she still had an innocence that left him yearning to protect her from the world, from any more pain.

  “Adorable is a word one uses to describe a child. Considering I’m older than you—”

  He leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Age doesn’t matter. What matters is that I make you come again.”

  “Wait,” she said, rolling him onto his back. “It’s my turn.”

  Shifting between his legs, she gripped his cock. He tensed, anxious for her next move.

  She sucked him into her mouth. Liquid fire rushed to his extremities. Nothing better than living out his fantasy. He moaned with every thrust. How did I get so lucky?

  As quickly as she started, Sera stopped and lay over his body. Kissing him, she pressed her perfect breasts again his chest. All mine.

  He rolled her over until he lie on top, wanting all of her. Would she give herself completely? Without reservation?

  Scrambling off the bed, he found the condom in his jeans pocket, and rolled the latex across his shaft. Not enough time for her to have doubts. He hoped.

  He settled over her, his head spinning with the heat between her legs. Need. Just like mine. No more waiting. He licked her neck, savoring the delicious taste that was Sera. She thrust her hips up, her hands gripping his waist. He met her actions, plunging deep inside.

  Sweet heavens! Being inside her felt like coming home for the first time, the most perfect place in the universe. He didn’t want to move, wanted to stay there until the end of time. But her gentle sways amplified his longing. He rocked in and out, slow and deep.

  From Sera, he sensed nothing but happiness, complete satisfaction. Exactly what he wanted to give her. Now and always.

  Chapter Three

  Sera inhaled, catching the musky scent of sex still heavy in the air. That and the desire-inducing smell of masculinity coming from the man whose chest she lay on. She couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. Instead of her fantasies to keep her company, she’d spent the night with her dream come true. Adam. Perfect in every way. She hadn’t expected to find a man who both satisfied her, and treated Melody and Zach so well.

  Shit! The kids. What time is it?

  Seven a.m. glared at her in bright red letters.

  She gasped and shot upright. What have I done? Tossing the covers off, she scrambled out of bed. Melody and Zach would be up soon. They couldn’t find her naked, in bed with a man. With Adam, of all people.

  Yanking open her pajama drawer, she pulled out a cotton shirt and shorts set and slipped them on. She gazed at the man who’d rocked her world. Her kids didn’t need to know about him spending the night. They already adored Adam and wanted him around more. If they discovered him there, they’d have him and Sera down the aisle after one night of sex—earthmoving, mind-blowing sex. She couldn’t let them get hurt because of her own desires. Heck, she didn’t even know if the previous night was a one-time thing.

  She hurried over to the bed and shook Adam. “Wake up. You’ve got to leave.”

  Not how she wanted to thank him, but she didn’t have time for anything else.

  He yawned and stretched, showing off his delicious muscles. She yearned to taste him again and her mouth watered. No! The clock tick-tocked away. Most days, her son woke up earlier than her. The fact that Zach had stayed up late would extend his time in bed, but she couldn’t count on how long.

  Adam gave her a lazy smile. “You sure are sexy in the morning. Why don’t you climb back in here with me?”

  “Can’t.” Having a hard time squashing the urge to join him, she picked up his clothes and tossed them on the bed. “You have to get out of here before Melody and Zach get up. Move it.”

  “Shit.” He shimmied into his boxer briefs. “I should have known you’d regret this.”

  “No!” God, no, she didn’t regret the night one bit. “I just need you out of the house before they wake up. And that’s going to be soon.”

  “I thought I would make us all breakfast.”

  Crap, why isn’t he getting out of bed? What didn’t he understand? “Adam, as much as I loved last night, and as much as my kids think you’re amazing, they can never know you stayed here. They will get hurt when you don’t show up again.”

  “This isn’t a one-time thing.”

  Her heart skipped. How she wanted to believe him. But common sense rolled its eyes in her face. “Fine, when you realize I’m too old for you and leave me for a younger, prettier girl, they will be crushed. I can’t do that to them just for a great fuck.”

  His nostrils flared. “It’s nice to know that’s all you think of me.”

  He rushed to get his clothes on, leaving her with the guilt of her bluntness. But she refused to deny the truth. She’d wind up hurt too, if she hoped for too much.

  Adam opened the door then paused. “I’m leaving today for a job in Hanton. I’ll be gone all week. But when I return, I’m taking the kids swimming again. I hope we can talk about what’s going on with us as well. I’m looking for more than a fling.”

  She nodded, swallowing her shame. “Okay.” Maybe she’d assumed wrong, but she had to be careful.

  In the blink of an eye, he stood in front of her, pulling her against him. She melted into him, surprised by how much he�
��d already affected her. He kissed her hard, stealing her breath away. And then he left.

  She suppressed the urge to follow him. The bedroom door clicked open again—one of her children had awoken.

  Back to being Mommy.

  ***

  “Same clothes as yesterday, and a big grin?” His sister gave him a once-over. “Someone got laid last night.”

  “Angela!” his mother snapped.

  Adam plopped down at the kitchen table, glaring at his sibling and wished he were an only child. “My sex life is none of your business.” If he didn’t have a job to go to that day, he’d be in his bed, catching up on his sleep, rather than being questioned by his sister.

  “Or mine.” Their father peeked over his newspaper, scowling in disgust.

  “It may not be my business,” Angela said. “But I don’t want any of them to get hurt.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Adam didn’t want to discuss what happened, especially not at the breakfast table with his parents and younger sister. He simply wanted to eat and get on with the day.

  “I saw you come home alone. Then you went over to Sera’s house. I assume you left only minutes ago.”

  “Adam Lucas Jones!” His mother set a plate of bacon, home fries, and an omelet in front of him with a huff. “I can’t believe you took advantage of that poor widow.”

  He closed his eyes. Nothing he said would make him look any better in his mother’s eyes. Doesn’t matter that I’m an adult. Why couldn’t his sister keep her mouth shut?

  “Calm down, Rachel.” His father folded the paper and laid it on the table, along with his reading glasses. “She’s his soul mate.”

  “That’s impossible,” his mother said.

  Adam wished he had her support. He’d doubted the feeling for a long time, but after the previous night, the title felt more than right. But, he had a long road ahead of him to convince Sera of their connection.

  His mother flung a dish towel over her shoulder and sat at the table. “The woman is several years older than Adam. Plus, she has two young ones and, until just over a year ago, had a husband.”