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Cayl met her stare and she wanted to come up with some
sarcastic comment about him quickly turning into a male but he did it
innocently. He was just following the dictates of his body.

“Let’s go,” she sighed. They walked around the corner of the
garage where she’d parked in the driveway.

Devin pulled her car onto the road. The first task would be
to go Switch and see if Cayl could pick up Harken’s traces in daylight. If that
didn’t work, she’d head to the office and research the names Mace had given
them.

As she drove, her mind went back to Cayl and Mace. She
didn’t want to know what happened between them. She
didn’t.
Except she
did. A corner of her brain was curious but she didn’t want to just ask.
It’s
none of your business.
But that didn’t stop her from wanting to know.

How could he?

And was it any good?

Taking a breath, she glanced at Cayl.

“So, did you sleep well?”

“I did. This form obviously needed the rejuvenation.”

“Yes. Humans need approximately eight hours of sleep a
night.”

“Hmm.” Cayl’s hum drew Devin’s attention. “I don’t believe I
received eight hours of sleep. The sensory input that the human form receives
is overwhelming and made it difficult to find a restful state.”

Devin nodded. She’d heard the same from other clients.

“But after Mace showed me how to relieve the affliction in
my shaft, I was able to find the rest this form needed.”

Her foot slipped off the gas and the car lurched. “Uh sorry.
He helped you?” As soon as the question was out of her mouth she knew she would
regret hearing the answer but that “can’t stop staring at a train wreck” part
of her brain wanted to know.

“Yes. It was quite illuminating.”

She could have almost believed his clinical tone if he
hadn’t squirmed in his seat, his shoulders pressing against the seatback and
his hips giving the smallest thrust upward.

“First with his hand and finally with his mouth, he brought
me to release.”

As if she’d been there, the images pummeled her brain—
Mace
sucking Cayl’s cock, Devin watching from the corner of the bed, her fingers
pumping in and out of her pussy. In her dream, Mace lifted his head and held
out his hand, calling her.

“Come fuck him, baby. I’ll ride that sweet ass while he
fills your cunt.”

She moved, putting her fingers in his and allowing
herself to be dragged seduced.

“Agent Denning, does that red light not mean stop?”

The calm inquiry shattered her fantasy and she jammed her
feet on the brake, her car squealing to a stop a third of the way through the
intersection.

Luckily there was no one behind her or coming at them. She
slammed the car into reverse and pulled back behind the white line.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concerned.

“What? Oh, yes. Fine.” She wasn’t. She was thinking about
sex—with an alien—when she should be concentrating on finding this killer. She
forced her lips into a smile. “What were we discussing?”

“That Mace sucked my cock last night.”

She gulped. He didn’t quite understand social norms, that
one didn’t speak about such things. “Right and it made it so you could sleep.”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep right then. I had to relieve him of
his affliction as well.” He blinked and stared at Devin. “It seems impolite
that one party would find satisfaction in the sex act but the other party not.”

Oh, that all men thought like you.

She kept the words to herself and just let Cayl speak.

“So, I explored his genitalia with my fingers and tongue.”
The words were clinical, almost brusque, but the deep undertone in his voice
made Devin’s pussy shiver. “Quite fascinating. Captivating even. It was
different from stroking you to a climax but quite pleasurable as well. I wasn’t
expecting to enjoy his shaft in my mouth but the sensation was intriguing. As
was his orgasm.”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” she all but snarled as she
flipped the car into drive and powered through the intersection.

“Yes, I did. And again this morning. My shaft was hard when
I awoke and Mace once again was kind enough to assist me.”

“And then you assisted him?” she asked trying to keep the
bitterness out of her voice. After all, she’d been the one fondled and caressed
to orgasm by two gorgeous men. She could hardly deny Cayl—and Mace—the same
relief. But with her, it had been accidental.

“Of course. That is only fair.” He stared forward, silent.

A strange pressure seemed to fill the car and Devin glanced
at Cayl. The edge of his mouth was pulled up into a soft smile as if he was
reliving some particularly fond memory.

“What?” Devin asked exasperated.

“Oh, I was just thinking that we were quite efficient this
morning. He joined me while I stood beneath the shower and I was allowed to
suck him off once again.”

She considered his words and wondered for a moment if Cayl
had gotten “allowed” confused with “had to” but no, Cayl’s command of
vocabulary was quite precise.

“Good for you.”

Cayl nodded. “It gives me a bit more understanding into the
human animal. It is not that you can’t progress, merely that there are too many
temptations to distract you. And you are not strong-minded enough creatures to
ignore the distractions.”

* * * * *

Devin’s day didn’t progress well from there. Harken’s trace
elements were present but too faint and scattered for Cayl to track.

They’d arrived at her office and she’d spent fifteen minutes
begging her boss to replace her as Cayl’s handler. She wasn’t the best person
for this job, she’d insisted but when her boss had asked why, she hadn’t had an
answer. How could she tell him that she wanted to fuck the alien? And his human
lover. There had to be a regulation that prohibited that.

The final blow to her returning to her safe, quiet desk job
was Cayl insisting that she remain as his escort so he didn’t have to go
through the tedious process of explaining his mission once again.

So, she was stuck with him.

And the images of him and Mace together. Naked. Fucking.

It made the day quite long.

Devin sat down at her desk and did a search on the names
Mace had gotten at the club. One was clearly a legitimate member. Another
didn’t appear during her initial search but after a bit of work she found him
in another database, one that indicated he’d just gotten out of prison on a sex
crime conviction. She set his name aside to mention it to Mace.

The final name was nowhere in their system. Not in any
database, government or public. His name didn’t even appear when she Googled
him and she hadn’t thought that was possible.

“We’ve got a name,” she announced to a stoic Cayl. He’d
started out pacing in front of her desk but when she’d snapped at him, he’d
taken a seat. That had almost been worse. He’d sat, staring at her, waiting for
her to make some pronouncement.

“Then let us go find him.”

She shook her head. “We don’t know where he is. He doesn’t
exist in our system.”

The edges of Cayl’s eyes tightened down. “Then why have we
wasted this time looking through your primitive computer systems? It does us no
good.”

“Yes it does,” she explained, hoping her voice stayed calm
and measured. “We know what name he’s using on Earth. I’m scanning right now to
see if he’s got credit cards in this name. That will tell us where he’s been
shopping. I’ve set up alerts so if he uses that name again, it will flag it.
This will help us track him.”

“I can track him.”

“Yes, but only if you happen to run across his trace
elements. This is a much more logical method,” she pointed out. Cayl was all
about logic.

Cayl tipped his head and his lips pursed. “I suppose there
is some method to your investigation. Fine. We will try it this way and when we
do not find him—”

Devin’s lips twitched with the urge to growl.

“We will return to the sex club. They will be able to find
him for us, correct?”

“Probably. Let’s just try it my way for a bit.”

Cayl was clearly not happy but he nodded.

Devin sighed, her relief needing an outlet. She had to find
Harken today. If she didn’t, that meant another trip to Switch and having to
call Mace and ask for help a second time. She didn’t think her pride would
survive that.

* * * * *

Devin stared across the room filled with half-dressed,
writhing bodies.
To hell with my pride. My sanity won’t survive.

Her search for Harken had been unsuccessful. She’d found out
where he’d been shopping—home improvement stores mainly—but no recent
activities allowed them to follow him.

So, they’d ended up back at Switch. Cayl had been insistent,
almost eager. And when she’d tried to tease him about wanting to go to Switch
just for the sex, he’d gotten stern and used that superior tone to say it was
purely for investigative purposes.

Ha! She didn’t believe that for a second. Particularly not
when Cayl requested she wear something slutty, something that showed her
“tits”. That had prompted a long discussion about words used to describe the
human body. She was pretty sure Cayl had dismissed most of what she’d said.

She’d thought about Cayl’s expectation that she wear
something slutty but no way was she going out bare-breasted. Not again.
Instead, she wore a short black skirt, black bra and a mostly sheer white
blouse. She was pretty happy with the look. It had been one of those outfits
that after two glasses of wine at lunch and a convincing sales clerk had seemed
like a good idea, but she’d never found the courage to wear. Until tonight.

At least her breasts were covered. Mostly. They were pushed
up and well-displayed but at least her nipples were hidden. Unless she took a
deep breath, which she wasn’t going to do. She was going to stand there,
calmly, watching the crowd and oh my…

She inhaled long and full, her nipples tingling as they
flirted with the edge of her bra. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this.

The Switch crowd was different tonight. The room practically
hummed with lust. Last night it had been early and a weeknight. Sexy but not
insane. Tonight—Friday, after ten, and these people were ready for sex. Ready
to fuck.

Mace had insisted that they arrive late, saying that no one
showed up early on Friday. It would make them stand out.

And since she’d set Mace up as the expert on the club, Cayl had
agreed. Plus, Mace had offered to take them out for more “nutrition”.

Despite her irritation—at being overruled and at not being
able to find Harken—Devin enjoyed dinner. Mace was interesting and sexy. She
sort of regretted laughing when he’d asked her out. It hadn’t been intentional.
He was a hot, sexy guy. She was a little bland and slightly overweight. She’d
assumed he’d been joking so she’d laughed first. Looking back, that might have
been a mistake.

At dinner, he’d been polite and interested in what she had
to say. Flirtatious but not over the top. It still confused her that a guy like
him would be interested in a someone like her but the memories of last night
wove through her mind—bent over the table, Mace’s hand flat on her ass, hot
fingers inside her, driving her to come. It had made the meal a complicated mix
of reality and fantasy.

Even Cayl had been reasonably pleasant with only a few
disparaging comments tossed in about human’s lack of understanding and
knowledge.

Cayl had made a one-eighty on his “exploration” of this
world. Where last night he disdained the senses, tonight he indulged them,
tasting each food—even if it didn’t come on his plate—touching the tablecloth,
stroking Mace and Devin. The one thing that had remained consistent was his
fascination with her chest.

He is definitely a breast man and he should be here now
.
She stared, her eyes locked on the stage in front of her. Two men knelt beside
a woman with small, perky breasts, their mouths latched onto her nipples.
Without touching any other part of her body, the woman appeared close to
orgasm. Just from having her breasts sucked.

Her pussy clenched, liquid heat filling her core.

A strong arm slid around her waist and dragged her back
against a hot male chest, holding her place as a hard, thick cock pressed
against her ass. Every protective instinct she had reared up. Her hands curled
into fists and she tensed, ready to jab her elbow back. Only her surroundings
stalled her reaction.

She was at a sex club, after all. This was probably normal
behavior.

The hand on her stomach slid up, fingers teasing the lower
curve of her breast. The wispy brush of a fingertip across her skin and the low
masculine rumble snapped her mind into focus. It was Cayl, his hand flat
against her abdomen, his cock grinding against her ass.

“I have checked the exits and found no trace of Harken.” He
spoke against her ear, his words conveying information but the tone was pure
seduction. “I cannot track him in the weak light but if he had been around, I
would have sensed some traces. I do not think he has appeared this evening and
may I please open the clasp of your breast restraining device?”

She nodded, the business portion of her brain trying to take
over.

His fingers dipped under her blouse and flicked the front
clasp of her bra open with a skill high school boys would kill for. She gasped
and stared down at the cups spreading open.

She slapped her hand across her chest.

“Wait.”

“Why?” Cayl’s hand was there, surrounding one breast, his
thumb flicking across the tight nipple. “You find pleasure when I touch your
tits, do you not?”

A tiny portion of her mind screamed that he obviously hadn’t
learned the lesson about calling them “breasts” not “tits” but she couldn’t
care. Not now. Not when he circled her breast with his hand, holding it,
cupping it as if he just wanted to feel her.