ROMANCE: MY ALIEN KING: Scifi Alien Invasion Abduction Contemporary Romance (Paranormal Fantasy BBW Alien Contact Anthologies & Collections Book 1) by Cynthia Dixon Page B

purred.
                  "You are a bit young to be here alone, if you do not mind my saying.  Are your parents here with you?"
                  "No, it's just me," Stacey said while his fingers made lazy circles on her shoulders.
                  "You alone, in a place like this?  No family?  No friends?  Why did you come here alone?  Could you not have had your laser surgery on Earth?"
                  "This trip was a gift from my parents.  I just turned nineteen.  I wanted an adventure," she replied as he dripped some oil onto her shoulders and resumed rubbing.
                  "Of course—young and adventurous.  I understand."
                  "Well, of course you do.  You're a long way from home yourself.  And you can't be much older than I am."
                  "In Earth years I am twenty-two, going on twenty-three."
                  "What made you leave Sarma?" she asked.  "You wanted an adventure too?"
                  Keeping his hands on her, he looked up while he worked, bringing up in his mind his prepared answer to this very natural, practically inevitable question, which many other clients had asked him.  Like his assumed name, it was a strategic lie.
    "Everything happened at once on Sarma.  Your world and ours discovered each other, the new king took the throne after his father passed, and the wars between the tribes ended.  When new parts of space—human space—opened up for us, I wanted to see them.  So here I am."
                  "Do you miss your family and your planet?"
                  "There is much on Mars that reminds me of home. The natural parts of it, as well as what humans have done with their terraforming.  When the atmosphere is finished, it will be much like where I come from."
                  "What about your family?"
                  At this question, Tavos slowed the movements of his fingers over her skin, his mind drifting away across the light years.  He could only imagine the words that his family and friends had used for him since they found him missing—angry words, words spoken with the heat of a stormy Sarmian desert.  Betrayer.  Deserter.  Scoundrel.  Runaway.  Coward.  Absconder.  Outcast.  Unfit.  Unworthy.  Find him, catch him, give him to the law, throw him to the desert, let him rot...   To be sure, not every one of his flesh and blood and community spoke of him that way.  The words of some must have come with sorrow and tears, with fear for what would become of him.  Some of his family and tribe must even now remember him and despair of ever seeing him again, and think with pain of what would happen to him if they ever did.  But the heaviness of his heart told him that the greater part of what they felt for him was shame, anger, bitterness.  Home would never again be where Tavos came from.  Home would have to be wherever he was.
                  He was suddenly aware that he had stopped massaging Stacey, and that she had propped herself up on one elbow and was looking up over her shoulder at him.
    "Rovan," she asked, "are you all right?"
                  Tavos snapped back to attention, the sound of his alias refocusing him.  He shook his head.  "Oh yes... yes, of course.  I am sorry, my mind does not usually wander.  Please lie back down; let me do your legs."
                  Stacey lay back down while he pulled away the towel from over her legs, leaving her bare now except for her panties.  "I asked about your family," she said.  "They must miss you."
                  Tavos smoothed the warm oil onto her thighs and calves and imagined her nerves firing with pleasure as he worked his fingers into and along her legs.  He sighed, thinking again of how he’d left people that he loved and a life that he knew was not for him.  "We are Sarmians," he