Amanda's Amorous Aliens (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page A

Sektannen said with a wicked grin. His gaze never left her face as he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. “I told you getting dressed would be a waste of time.”
    “That you did,” she said as a pleasant shudder swept over her skin.
    “Clothes off, beautiful.” She sat up on the table, intending only to take off the clothes necessary for him to be able to access the parts of her requiring the cream, but of course, before she could blink he had her jumpsuit off, her underwear down, and her T-shirt over her head. “What’s this thing?” he asked as he fingered the elastic material of her sports bra. “It looks like some sort of torture contraption.”
    Hmmm, that sounded just about right. The bra was good quality, so it was comfortable enough to wear during the day, but she’d never met a bra that didn’t make her sigh in relief when she took it off.
    “I believe human women in the twenty-first century call it a brassiere,” To’huto offered helpfully. “Although, I do not fully understand its purpose.”
    “Your women don’t wear bras?” Amanda asked with a smile.
    Sektannen frowned at her but answered slowly, his voice very deliberate. “Kobarian women do not wear clothing under their clothes.”
    “Oh.” She might have asked more about his culture, but he seemed upset by her question. Perhaps she’d stumbled onto some sort of taboo. Considering the things they’d shared last night, it seemed a rather strange attitude. She quickly reached behind her, undid the fastenings to her bra, and let it drop onto the pile of the rest of her clothes.
    “Holy shit!” To’huto exclaimed in a most uncomputerlike manner.
    “What?” Amanda asked as she slapped her hands over her breasts, finally realizing that the computer likely did have visual recording devices in here.
    “The undergarment has left the most torturous markings on your skin. If Sektannen or Karriak had done such damage I would have been very upset. Why would you wear such a painful device?”
    “It’s not…” Her words trailed off as she realized that was probably a lie. She’d grown used to wearing a bra, and the red marks faded quickly, but they’d never been truly comfortable.
    She wasn’t quite fast enough to stop what happened next. With her mouth hanging open she watched as the bra—an expensive one at that—dissolved in the recycler.
    “Why did you do that?” she asked Sektannen angrily.
    He merely grinned. “You do not require it.”
    “I do,” she said, trying to work up a whole diatribe about respecting the property of others, but the warm hands and cool cream on her breasts were very thoroughly distracting. She moaned, and then moaned again at the telling noise.
    “I think she likes that,” Karriak said from the doorway.
    “The cream can also be used as a lube,” To’huto said in his professional-sounding voice.
    “Thank you, To’h,” Karriak said as he moved into the room. “You can switch off your surveillance of this room now.”
    “Aw,” the computer whined like a child denied television, “I never get to have any fun.”
    “Don’t make me shut you down again, To’h.”
    “Fine,” To’huto said with a very human-sounding huff, “but you might like to thank me first for the items I just synthesized.”
    Karriak walked over to the basket, peered inside, glanced at her and Sektannen, and then smiled wickedly. “Thank you, To’h,” he said, just as he’d been instructed.

Chapter Six
     
    “What’s in the basket?”
    Karriak grinned at his woman’s nervous question. “Some things Sektannen and I hope you will find very…enjoyable.”
    “Like what?” she asked as her eyes widened—in alarm or interest. He wasn’t quite certain.
    Sektannen grinned, obviously guessing what To’huto had made for them. He eased Amanda onto her back, his hands sliding over the soft skin of her pussy as he gently massaged the cream into her skin. She sighed when he worked it inside her folds, her question and