Galaxy Series

Galric - Book 2

Galric - Book 2
When I write this book the males will be a alien race called the Galric. So a few things will be changed.

Nodding at Jimmy the night club bouncer, I slip on past him and the long line of waiting horny young adults.

The blood red silk dress barely covers my ass as it slings to my curvy body. Every ounce of hair was removed, from my arms and lower half yesterday by request of my fiancé, Lucas.

He owns this relatively new establishment I'm currently striding through. With its front doors open to the public and its inner doors solely open for secret pleasures it's no shock to how this night club is number one in the state. Within six months Lucas went from a nobody to a filthy rich millionaire. In two months he will be opening up two more clubs which his younger brothers will be managing for him.

I thank my lucky cards I met Lucas in high school and before all the fame. No way with all the attention he gets now would he ever look at me twice let alone date me if I met him after he opened the doors.

Not that he is a bad guy, he isn't. It's just he loves sex, and I mean it can classify as an addiction with how much he craves it.

I know he will not cheat on me. If he does, not only will his own mother castrate him, but I'm pretty sure his younger brother Nik will kidnap and hold me hostage until I marry him. He is a good kid, but I'm pretty damn sure he's had wedding rings for us since he was twelve and I nineteen.

Lucas always jokes how he needs to keep me locked up in our room and chained to our bed to keep me safe from his mental brothers who will jump on me the first chance they get. It might have something to do with all three of them walking in on me riding Lucas like a cowgirl at the age of eighteen.

Walking behind the bar, I automatically begin to mix up Lucas's and my favorite drinks.

It doesn't surprise me when arms wrap around my waist, and a raging cock is pressed against my tiny ass.

"Grant, you know what Lucas will do if he sees us like this. Remember last time?" I pull away before planting a kiss on his bearded cheek.

One thing I love about Lucas is his possessiveness and jealousy. Some girls may not enjoy their men all bossy and demanding but not this woman. The rough sex that comes from it nearly kills me, and he knows I secretly love it. Which is why I swear he sets me up when he is in the mood to beat my pussy and redden my ass.

"Yeah, I remember alright. Your damn boyfriend told my Dom I was copping a feel on his woman. But damn did I love that night. We both know Lucas only did it so he could string you up from the ceiling and ram into you all night all," he chuckles as he hands me Lucas's drink.

"Hey, you two didn't leave until after 3 am. And I only know that because I heard Max's truck roar to life as Lucas carried me out to his," I sneer playfully, bumping my hip with his.

"You better get going before your master comes and throws you over his shoulder for being late. If what Max says is correct you will be in pleasure heaven tonight." Smacking my ass as I walk away he sends me a wink when I glare at him "We both know he is watching you and his hand is twitching. You can thank me tomorrow over coffee. If you can walk that is," his roaring laughter barely gets to me as I do not stop once leaving the bar.

Max and Lucas have been best buds since diaper days. Once I came into the loop in high school, Max became sort of a big brother to me. And of course, Max's boyfriend is my best friend. If I'm not relaxing by myself, working, or with Lucas, you can bet anyone fifty bucks I'll be with Grant.

Having a gay best friend is amazing when you can talk about sexual acts and not feel ashamed or embarrassed.

With a smile to Benny, he opens the private door to the exclusive members-only part for me. It takes only a minute to walk up the dozen stairs and enter the clubs central office. It covers this top side of the club with a glass wall, one that no one can see into. Otherwise, I'm damn sure Lucas would have killed multiple people by now for seeing me in the throes of passion.