The First Starfighter

held me close. “Shh.”
I knew that deep, growly sound.
Instead of pulling away, I turned my head.
And there he was.
It hadn’t been a dream or a hallucination, but I was clearly out of my mind. This couldn’t be real. Could it?
“Alex?” My throat was dry.
“Yes.”
I was in bed with Alex, the Starfighter hottie from my video game. And he was feeling me up. My nipple was hard, and I arched my back so my breast filled his palm. Now I could feel his hard cock even more. Thick, long and… there, although he wasn’t doing anything about it. He was being possessive in his touch, not aggressive. He didn’t try to hide his interest in me, deny it, or even apologize for it.
“Do not try to rise.” His green eyes shifted between mine, then roved over my face. He lifted his hand, ran a knuckle down my cheek. Goose bumps rose at the light touch.
Yeah, he was real. Very three-dimensional and gorgeous. I definitely wasn’t looking at him through a TV. Then his hand slipped away and settled on my hip. “Give yourself time to adjust to the cipher implant.”
His black hair looked tousled from sleep. He studied me as if he didn’t have anywhere else to look. I got lost in him for a second, but his words sank in.
“What?”
An implant? Where had I been implanted, exactly? I shot upright in bed, and the room spun so badly I fell over.
Right back into Alex’s arms. I’d known for months what he looked like, what he sounded like. I even knew he was big and strong. But his scent? He smelled like sex and hot man. Nothing… Earth-like. No pine forests or leather. He smelled… amazing, except I was about to hurl whatever was in my stomach onto his warm, sexy chest.
Very slowly he shifted, leaned against the bed’s headboard, keeping me close. The contact helped me remain calm when I was definitely starting to freak out.
I had no idea why I thought this, but I was disappointed he wasn’t naked. The guy I’d dreamed about for months and he was in my bed wearing an all too familiar uniform. That of a Starfighter.
I was snuggled up with the hot alien Starfighter… and I had on my not-sexy pajamas. I groaned in embarrassment, and he took it for discomfort.
“Please, do not move too quickly.” His big hand slid up and down my back, which was a tad distracting. So was being in his arms. So was… he. It was as if he couldn’t stop touching me, and I didn’t want him to stop. He was the only familiar thing at the moment. My anchor, which was insane in and of itself.
While he held me, I looked around the plain room. A chair was in the corner. Nothing else besides the bed we were in. On the wall was the Starfighter emblem. Large, metallic, it matched the one on his uniform. On the video game and all the packaging. The marketing. Everything. It was like a soda company’s logo. Familiar. Recognizable. And instantly I knew what it meant.
“Where are we?” I asked, tipping my head to look up at him.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked, arching a dark brow as his gaze roved over my face.
I blinked, thought hard. “You showed up at my apartment. Told me some crazy stuff about Velerion and Starfighters.”
“Do you remember agreeing to come with me to Velerion?”
“Yes?” Kind of. It was a bit hazy, but I did remember.
“Well, bondmate, we are now on Arturri, the third moon of Velerion. We are in our personal quarters in the new Starfighter base.”
Um… huh? Wait…
“Really? We’re not on Earth?”
“No.”
I looked around, trying to believe that what I’d heard in the video game was actually real and that I was on a moon orbiting another planet. In another solar system. My gaze came to rest on luggage that looked all too familiar. A black duffel bag I’d used when I’d gone to the Canadian Rockies the summer before and two avocado-green hard-sided suitcases that I’d taken when I’d left my mother’s double-wide for the last time. Even though I knew the answer, I asked, “Are those mine?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Yes.” He turned to me, and his hand moved to cover mine. His touch was slow and gentle. I felt calluses on his palm, and it eased me knowing he wasn’t perfect. A fake video game guy wouldn't have them. They made him real. And that hand had been cupping my breast.
Cupping. My. Breast.
Which made me really in space. Yeah, that made no sense. As if the only place I was going to get some action was on another planet. Or moon base.
“I thought you might be comforted by having your things here, in our new home.”
“New home?”
His sigh was deep, his disappointment clear by the slant of his shoulders and downturned lips. No one that gorgeous should look so dejected. And I was the cause. He’d been kind, collecting my things. Thoughtful.
I shifted in his hold, sat up all the way. The room didn’t spin this time, and I inspected the large bedroom with a king-size bed, multiple built-in closets and drawers along the wall, a door that disappeared into what appeared to be a bathroom, and another door that was firmly closed. The sheets were soft, the lights were low, and I really didn’t want to move. I wasn’t ready for this. I really wasn’t. I sighed, then said, “I’m sorry. I know I’m asking the same thing over and over. This is a lot to take in.”
His thumb stroked the back of my hand, and I hid the shiver of lust that rocketed through me at the small touch. This guy was lethal. I knew now just how big he was beside me. I could feel his breathing, feel the texture of his uniform. The same as the one I’d worn when I’d flown all those trainings beside him.
“Perhaps you will feel revived by