7th Kind 1: Christmas in Dreamland by Cheryl Dragon Page B

the other sober alien steered the duo into the pod. ET followed with a swish of her tail.
    “Lock them in for the night.” Ike nodded to Meg.
    “No locking. It’s wrong.” She sipped her third mug of coffee.
    Henry walked over and took her mug. “You’re going to over-caffeinate. Come on. Lock them in so no one can get to them. The kitchen crew has to clean up. You don’t want any issues.”
    Looking clearer, Meg nodded and walked an almost perfectly straight line to the keypad. She punched in the code and Ike tried the door. It was locked.
    “Now what?” Meg asked.
    Charlie hugged her from behind. “We didn’t get you any material gifts, either. Sorry.”
    Meg shrugged. “Christmas is too commercial anyway. It’s about being with the people you love, who don’t judge or belittle you.” She kissed his cheek.
    “So we can take you back to our room and share the spirit of giving and loving all night?” Ike kissed her mouth.
    “Sounds perfect. I just wish Liz could be with her guys on Christmas.” Meg looked genuinely sad for her friend.
    “I’m sorry. Next year. Things aren’t easy, like having three boyfriends. Hopefully, it’s worth it.” Henry held out a hand.
    Meg took it, and the quad walked toward the offices.
    “I think it’s worth it.” Meg grabbed the mistletoe as they walked out the main lab door. Charlie couldn’t wait to see where she hung it.
    * * * *
    Meg was the perfect mix of relaxed and clear-headed. As much as she loved her guys, she’d put together the truth about them in two days, but they hadn’t confessed. The eggnog hadn’t loosened their lips even though rum acted on aliens even more strongly than on humans. They’d been careful not to overindulge. They could have good reasons, but that wasn’t good enough for Meg.
    Flopping on the bed, she understood their fear. If the truth came out, the government might lock them up, too. She’d keep them safe, but some secrets went viral once uttered. No one could overhear it. If they didn’t tell her by New Year’s, and they were still together, she’d call them on it. A small part of her worried this group relationship would get called off by the guys. It was great now, but once everyone was back, how could they hide their true natures and be in an alien-style relationship?
    The guys were undressing, and she watched them happily.
    “Your brain is working too hard.” Ike leaned over and grabbed her feet.
    “It always is. I won’t let them hurt the aliens— or any of the aliens who want asylum. I know there are more. Those four will help us fight the Keelons. They make Liz so happy.” Meg knew she wasn’t quite as articulate as usual, but she meant every word.
    “We’re with you. But you can’t fix it tonight. Give us a chance to make you happy.” Ike pulled off her shoes then slid his hands under her skirt.
    Meg grinned when he found no panties. It was getting pointless with these guys keeping her busy. “I’m always happy around you guys.”
    Charlie snuggled in next to her. “Are you sure you’re up for it? You seemed tired earlier.”
    Her mouth found his and proved she wasn’t tired at all. “I’m just relaxed. Rum does that to me.” She ran her hands down his muscled body and rubbed his cock until it stood at attention.
    Ike tugged her dress over her head, and Meg saw the tinsel sparkle in her hair. Rolling over, she pinned Henry and dug the lube and condoms out of their hiding place. She knew their room as well as her own now. It felt like home. A home needed more than one person and a cat.
    Licking Henry’s cock until he was fully erect, she slid the rubber on him and straddled his hips. Ike moved in behind her to steady her.
    “Maybe we should just cuddle tonight?” Ike suggested.
    Meg shook her head. She had a plan for that rum and her body was relaxed enough. It’d help. “You love me?” she asked.
    Ike kissed her neck. “You know we all do. What do you want for Christmas?”
    “I love you,