The Visitor: Alien Hunger Special Edition by Kaitlyn O'Connor Page A

couch. He nearly shoved her off the couch
in the process. Fortunately, he still had an arm around her.
Dragging her back, he dropped his other arm around her to anchor
her, threw one leg across her hips for added measure, and then gave
up the effort to prevent himself from sliding into a coma of
satisfaction.
    The vibration in the vicinity of his
pelvis woke his dick before it woke him. Groggy, disoriented, he
lifted his head, trying to figure out where he was and why he was
shaking. It dawned on him finally that the vibrations seemed to be
centralized in the region of his groin. He felt around until he
found the source—his cell phone. It stopped vibrating before he
could figure out how to get his hand in his pocket.
    Dismissing it, he nuzzled his face
against Chelsey’s neck, trying to decide if he could get up the
energy to make love to her again. His phone went off again just
about the time that he admitted, reluctantly, that he was going to
have to rest a while longer before he could manage anything else.
It had been a hell of a long time since he’d had sex twice in such
quick succession.
    Leaning away from Chelsey, he felt
around until he finally managed to grab the phone and pull it from
his pocket. Lifting it, he stared at the screen owl eyed, trying to
bring the message into focus. A jolt went through him when he
managed to read the numbers, bringing him to full
alertness.
    He struggled to extricate himself from
Chelsey and lost his balance when the edge of the cushions yielded
more than he’d expected. He rolled off and hit the floor, taking
Chelsey with him. She grunted when she landed on his chest, lifting
her head sleepily.
    “ Sorry, baby. I got to
go,” he whispered, rolling her off and getting to his feet. She’d
managed to sit up by the time he was on his feet. Reaching down, he
hauled her up, scooped her into his arms and looked around for the
bedroom.
    She clung to him when he settled her
on the bed and he felt his chest tighten. Reluctantly, he removed
her arms and flicked the cover over her. Leaning down, he kissed
her soft lips briefly. “I have to go, baby, otherwise I’d take you
up on that.”
    She nodded. “There’s a spare key on
the rack by the door. Don’t climb up next time.”
    Garryk felt his throat close.
Wondering if he should take her up on it or if she was too sleepy
to realize what she’d said, he leaned down and kissed her a little
more lingeringly. “Baby, if you had any idea what you do to me, I’d
be in serious trouble.”
    Her lips curled. He gave them a light
peck and left the bedroom, punching the redial on his phone. “Dr.
Sinclair,” he said when the line opened on the other end. Listening
to the emergency room nurse on the other end, he searched the walls
near the door for the key until he saw the key rack in the shadows.
Unhooking the key, he shoved it into his pocket, instructing the
nurse on what to do until he got there and giving her an ETA on his
arrival as he let himself out, locked the door, and jogged down the
stairs.

Chapter Six
    It was the harsh, jangling ring of her
phone that woke Chelsey not the gentle morning sounds programmed
into her alarm. Her head came up off the pillow as if some
invisible hand had jerked it upwards. She blinked, staring with
wide, burning eyes at her headboard, tensed, listening for the
noise that had awakened her. When the phone rang again, she rolled
over to get up, discovered she was perched on the edge of the bed
and hit the floor so hard it rattled her brain in her skull. She
might have lain where she landed, too stunned to move for a while,
but the phone jangled again.
    Surging to her feet, she looked around
a little wildly, realized she was in her bedroom and dashed toward
the door. She managed to pick up the receiver just in time to hear
the dial tone. Her jaw went slack with outrage even while her mind
scrambled to identify the caller. It was a short search. Aside from
Marla and the school, nobody had the number, so