The Licking Dreams

By Alana Madison

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Her Aliens –Menage Alien Romance
A Taste of Her Pie–Firefighter MFM Menage Romance

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Standalone short stories all ending Happily Ever After.

• Language: English
• Publisher: NP Nice and Romantic
• Release date: Jan 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463233009

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Title: The Licking Dreams

Series: Threesome Romance Story Collection

Editor: Alana Madison

© Copyright 2020 by Alana Madison. All rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Her Aliens

A Taste of Her Pie

Her Aliens

Description

Aileen Miroki can only stay on Earth for a short time before she must take her ship, The Titan Cadet, back into outer space in order to outrun the Intergalactic Armada. On her last mission, one of her crew members and lovers stole something valuable from the planet Woes Ëan. However, since Aileen was the leader of the mission, all of the blame for the theft fell on her.

On her way to the hidden forest planet of Îlvis, Aileen finds a small creature that she must save from a vicious, dinosaur-like beast. Soon, Aileen learns that she is the one who needs saving, and realizes that her savior is a woman named Torena, a telekinetic and beautiful blue native of Îlvis.

When Torena passes out after defeating the beast, Aileen takes her back to The Titan Cadet. After they fall in love with each other, the Intergalactic Armada finds Aileen’s ship, and Aileen must take Torena away from her home planet in order to save both of their lives.

*****

Aileen Miroki hitched a ride from the Detroit Metro Airport on the back of a jet black motorcycle called Rabble Rouser, her auburn hair ruffled into the driver’s spare helmet. She had been down these long, tree-lined highways before, but in the winter air everything seemed different. Aileen hadn’t seen snow in six years, so she reveled in the sight while clutching her arms around the driver’s waist. She had five years of education from one of the world’s top astrophysics programs, and still she could barely comprehend the simple beauty of snow.

The driver dropped her off at the edge of Ohio and was hesitant when she insisted that he leave her in the middle of nowhere. She was sure that he would come on to her, or offer to take her back to his place, but he was actually a gentleman under his red chrome helmet, and gave her a twenty despite her refusal. Aileen needed to be alone after the five-hour flight from Los Angeles, and only the vast countryside could give her relief before she finally returned home.

Everything around her was white, and even under the layers of winter clothes she could still feel the cold air biting at her. It was a drastic change from the constant heat she was used to. There was still about 75 miles to the town of Luckey, and she was hungry to get her hands on her own set of wheels.

If she remembered correctly, there was a used auto shop a few miles down the road. She walked south down Highway 15 For an hour, embracing the numbness as the cold set over her, first her legs and then her face. Hiking had always been a passion of hers, even though she normally hiked in the Santa Monica Mountains. Though there were no rattlesnakes out here, the icy road proved to be just as risky as any trail.

Finally, she saw the sign for Viking Auto Sales in the distance, the junker dealership she and her father always passed when he dropped her off at the airport. Aileen walked to the small red building within the circle of used vehicles. A bell rang as she opened the door. The musty room seemed empty, except for a short bald man asleep behind the counter, the low sound of his daytime television show rambling on.

Hello, sir, Aileen said, quiet enough as to not wake him.

His eyelids drifted open, and once he caught sight of her he sat upright. Sorry to wake you, she said, peeking through the window to catch another glimpse of the vehicles outside. I’m looking to walk out with something right now. Do you take cash?

The old man cleared his throat and smoothed out his clothes. Well, yes, ma’am, he mumbled. Aileen could tell that he found her attractive by his flush cheeks and averted gaze. Scrolling through his computer, the man coughed again and said, Trouble is there’s no ATM or bank for another ten miles or so up the road.

Aileen smiled, removed her thick gloves and reached into her navy blue pea jacket. She withdrew a wad of cash and said, I’ve got about six thousand, here. Five thousand for something I can drive off the lot, and one thousand for the trouble.

Money wasn’t something Aileen was low on, the government had assured that. After graduating at the top of her class, they had given her the Baroness Aviation Fellowship for Most Innovative Aircraft Design. If anyone asked why she didn’t work, she would vaguely reply, I’m taken care of, trying to brush the subject off.

At the sight of the enormous wad, the man’s eyebrows shot up, not expecting her to pull it all out on the spot. Are you… he eyed her up and down, cautiously, …looking for anything in particular?

Something big, she said with a grin, and something manual.

He laughed at her excited face, understanding the innuendo. Well, Miss, you sure do have a face I can trust. I think I have just the thing for you. It ain’t first class, but it’ll get you where you need to go.

I’d love to see it, Aileen replied, following the old man out the side door. He led her a few rows over to a white ’98 Dodge Dakota. Extended cab, v-6 stick, she said, running her hands along the scratched exterior. I’ll take it.

***

Aileen felt the vibration of the engine through the steering wheel, and the heat didn’t work, but at least the lighter was intact, allowing her to chain-smoke for miles thanks to the pack of Marlboros the old man had given her. She kept the window down as she drove east, enjoying the brisk wind against her face. The dirty smell of cigarettes made her think of her father, and that was the thought that kept her foot steadfast on the gas pedal.

Instead of