Chapter 6: I’d Have Baked a Cake – part 1

Shane hesitated outside the door to his quarters. He almost didn’t want to go inside. He’d know instantly if the experiment had worked. If it hadn’t…

Pushing the disturbing thought aside, Shane unlocked the door and strode inside. Nothing attacked him, so there was hope for success.

Padding quietly in stocking feet, he checked each room of his suite. The living area, kitchen, study, and bathroom were quiet and empty. That left his bedroom. Shane willed his feet to the threshold and peered inside.

A nude, curvaceous female form lay on top of the covers on her side with her back to the door. Despite the near darkness, Shane knew it was Harris. Holding his breath he reached mentally, terrified that this would be the last experience of his life.

Myers. Amazingly, her “voice” crooned his name.

Shane broke into a huge smile but stayed in the doorway. This could still be a ploy. Harris, he replied. Why are you here?

She rolled on to her back, then sat up with some effort. His son was nearly ready to be born. Harris met his eyes and smiled, absently rubbing her belly. Because I want to be here. Yawning, she patted the space beside her and lay down. I’m so tired. Come to bed.

Euphoria coursed through Shane. It had worked! He crossed the short distance to the bed, stripped off his dress shirt and slacks, and curled up behind Harris. She felt and smelled wonderful, which unsurprisingly got him hard. Although he desperately wanted to be inside her, he didn’t try for fear of hurting his— their son. They’d protect him and keep him safe. If they were lucky they might even fall in love.

Shane sighed into Harris’ soft hair, resting one hand on her belly. Their son stirred briefly, sending a pulse of love to them both.

Then Harris tensed. “What…” Alarm surged and her mind vanished. Shane watched in utter confusion as she scrambled away from him. Her glare could have cut him in two. “Get out of my room, you bleedin’ pervert!”

Shane sat up as well, his mouth working silently as he reached for his alien side. “But you… This is my room!” Finally the emotionless cold washed over him and he realized what had happened. He’d been dreaming. Now, however, he was definitely awake and Harris was still there. Naked. And damn hot despite being nine months pregnant.

Shane telekinetically pulled the bedsheet around her, but left himself exposed. He knew he was toned, knew that she was enjoying the view, and against his better judgment wanted her to stay. “Look around, Harris. These are my quarters.” He kept his tone deliberately neutral. “I went to bed alone. Now you’re here. I have no idea how that happened.”