Sometimes we can't do what we want...

Jack & Ginger's encounter...exclusive blog excerpt:



“Hey, stunner, how about that dance now?”

Ginger’s eyes widened. He placed his most seductive smile on his face and hoped it would win her over to accepting his offer. Normally, a female couldn’t resist his smile or his magnetism. Why should she be any different? But she was different, she was unlike any female he’d encountered so far. His easy way with females would only assist him, wouldn’t it? Hell, he hoped so.

She hesitated and didn’t seem to know what to say.

“Go ahead, Ginger. I’ll just order another drink for us, before we call it a night.”

Thanks to her friend’s insistence, what’s her name, Ginger rose and took his outstretched hand. She seemed to wobble on her feet, but Jack reached out and placed his hand on her waist, steadying her. Had the female become inebriated? If so, it would only help him in his quest to get to know her. He smiled widely, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. Fortunately, the disco songs ended an hour before and only slow country songs played. Divine’s was one weird place.

He moved to a secluded spot in the corner and turned her to face him. Placing his hands on her waist, he began swaying to the music. Holding her increased his crotch cobra’s reaction. Damned if it didn’t twitch.

Ginger set her hands on his shoulders and smiled at him. He studied her lips, the way they widened then closed. His cobra slithered against his leg and twitched again, as if it wanted out and her lips surrounding it.

Dancing to an ancient country tune by Patsy Cline, the lyrics of Crazy played in a sultry aura around them. He didn’t say anything, only looked into her eyes. Before the song ended, Jack took the opportunity to get to know her.

“Where are you from, honey?” He waited for her to answer, but she got her spurs all tangled up and frowned at him. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, no. It’s just that my father calls me honey and… I’m not too happy with him right now.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m not your father, darlin’.” He didn’t like being compared to anyone’s father. Hell, most father’s wouldn’t want him around their daughters.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m local, a Celtaxy native being. Where are you from, Jack?”

Jack grinned, pulling her a bit closer. Soon she would be settled against him—right where he wanted her, near his cobra. A spark of excitement ran through him, and with another twitch, his cobra stretched.

“I live on Planet Appaloosa, but I’m originally from Kion.”

“Wasn’t Kion destroyed a few solar-years ago?”

“Yeah, it was.” His voice saddened whenever he spoke of Kion. “A meshing of the galaxies. After that, I lived on Gasper and Kiumbria for a while, before I moved to Appaloosa.”

“You’ve been around the universe, huh. I’ve never heard of Appaloosa. What’s it like there?”

Jack’s smile couldn’t have grown any wider. He loved his planet and loved talking about it, because usually beings weren’t familiar with the secluded planet.

“It’s in this galaxy, but near the outer planets, not too far from the sun. I’m closer to the Milky Way than here though. My planet is mostly farmland, except for a few oceans. There’s lots of livestock and wild animals. Appaloosa is serene and peaceful. But you do have to watch out for snakes.”

“What are you doing here on Celtaxy? Business? What do you do?”

He felt Ginger pressing her fingers into his hard shoulders. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt at her touch. She stepped a few more inches closer to him. Why did her scent drive him crazy? She smelled of wildflowers and sunshine, which reminded him of home.

Jack ran his hand over her waist, just under her breast, letting it caress her in a way he knew was pleasurable. His other hand remained still, but itched badly to move to her sweet, sexy ass. Oh, he definitely wanted to feel all her curves. Pulling her another inch closer, she was almost right where he wanted her—against his cock.

For a moment, he reveled in the idea of her against him. “I’m a cowboy.”

“A what?” She giggled.

“Cowboy, you know, range-riding, bronco-busting, rope-wielding…cowboy.”

A smile tugged the edges of her sexy mouth, at the slow drawl of his words.

“Oh my, a real live cowboy. You don’t look like a cowboy. Aren’t cowboys dirty, extremely buff, and hairy? I thought that career went out when Earth was destroyed. You mean cowboys still exist?”

“We exist all right. You got a warped view of us. I’m not dirty in that sense, maybe a bit buff, and a might hairy in certain places. You’re looking at an honest-to-God cowboy, ma’am.” Jack twirled her around and grinned. “When I’m off my planet, I usually dress more modern, but I like being natural. I’m here visiting friends, and then I’m off to see my brother.”

“Natural? I hope that includes wearing clothes.”

He grinned. “Nope. Well sometimes, when I’m out on the range.”

“Does your brother live on Celtaxy? I’ve lived here all my life. Perhaps I know him?”

“No, he lives on a planet close by.”

“Oh.” Her eyes stayed on his as if she studied his veracity.

The sound of the sweet tune playing around them set the mood, the perfect atmosphere for kissing. Finally, Jack had enough of the ‘getting to know her,’ and in a practiced move, he cupped her back, pressing her intimately against his hissing cobra. Movements from their dancing and the way their bodies touch, helped to increase the heat between them.

Keep your cobra in your pants, he told himself. Unable to resist, he moved in position, needing to kiss her. He was so close enough to see the chips of deep-blue inside the light-blue rim of her eyes. Damn, she was more than beautiful. The sexy red top she wore hugged the curve of her breasts. He wanted to run his hands under the material, skin to skin.

She’s not like the others, behave yourself, guy.

~ Hope you enjoyed a little peek at Jack & Ginger.

Kara Griffin