“So, aside from making me a wizard in the bedroom, would you say you’ve accomplished your mission here in my dreams?”

Kyle owed Colita for his now vast inventory of sexual positions and innovative elicitations of orgasms. He was grateful, but beyond suspicious of what exactly she’d hoped to gain from these nocturnal encounters.

Colita stretched like a satisfied cat against Kyle in her big four-post bed, each night different from the last. The invasion crew had moved around the past few months. When the mood struck him, Kyle would report descriptions of their surroundings to Xelan. Unfortunately, late night texts to the Icarus turned into two-hour long phone conversations, souring Kyle’s morning at school. The only balm for his agitation was…

“Rayne. Tell me about her,” Colita demanded with a sexy pout on her way to kneel between Kyle’s legs.

Kyle’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he closed them and arched for her. “Good god, I love when you do that with your tongue.”

Colita stopped.

Instantly frustrated, Kyle growled, “What makes you think I want you to stop?!”

Colita’s sky-blue eyes stared at Kyle with her lips poised on the brink of pleasuring him. She purred, “Tell me about Rayne, and you’ll have your release.”

Kyle didn’t like the direction of this inquiry, but he was clever. He could find a smart ass way around it. He said, “Her eyes are bluer than yours. Brighter, too.”

Colita wrapped her hand around Kyle and stroked languidly. “And?”

“She works out endlessly, to the point where we’re a little worried about her. I haven’t seen Rayne eat in months, and even then I think she was only choking down enough to build muscle mass—Fuck, that feels amazing.”

Colita had returned to her oral ministrations, and Kyle was sure she meant to suck his soul out of him.

Fine by him.

When Colita stopped mid-suck and rolled her eyes up at Kyle, he knew what she wanted.

This game was stupid.

Kyle said, “Because Rayne trains more with Xelan, she’s stronger and faster than the rest of us. She also knows all the fancy kicks and flips and shit. When she does a perfect tornado crescent kick, I like the way her ass looks in those tight workout pants—Ow, fuck! You’re supposed to warn me before you bite.”

Venom hardened the edge of Colita’s voice as she said, “Never mind about the girl’s ass. I want to know what it is you see in Rayne. Do you imagine her when you’re with me?” Colita sat up on her knees and folded her arms, petulant and bratty, while glaring at Kyle.

Seriously?!

This hot alien woman was thousands of years old and jealous of a girl from Little Rock, Arkansas.

Kyle sighed, refusing to lie. “Life beats in time to Rayne’s smile. Making her laugh is an addiction with a sweet reward and almost no downside, aside from unrequited love. And I can’t even hold that against Rayne. She loves Sagan, and they’re kinda made for each other. I’m happy for both of them.”

Colita quirked a brow, less than happy.

Kyle realized he’d neglected to answer her question and sat up to meet Colita head on. He cupped her nape under all those curls and kissed her until he left the Icarean female breathless.

After breaking the kiss to stare in Colita’s eyes, Kyle said, “No. I don’t imagine Rayne when I’m with you.” How could he? They were nothing alike, but if he wanted Colita to finish the blow job, that was best kept to himself.

Kyle sat next to Rayne in calculus, watching her stare at a notebook she let no one read. Chocked full of her secrets, he could smell the pencil lead and see his reflection in the shiny graphite.

What haunted Rayne so to warrant hundreds of words in private confession? Was Kyle mentioned anywhere in those pages?

Determined to make Rayne smile, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Want to crash Sagan’s practice tonight?”

There.

Rayne beamed for Kyle, and he felt ten feet tall. His chest swelled with pride as he grinned back at her.

The bell rang, and Kyle followed Rayne to her locker. She traded one well-worn notebook for another, but in the brief glimpse of her personal storage, he noticed a machete.

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Leave it to Rayne to prepare the wildest cache. How did she even sneak that shit into the school?

Tameka appeared at her locker across North Hall with a wave for Rayne, purposely ignoring Kyle. There was an extra skip in Tameka’s step which grated on his nerves.

Kyle taunted, “What about your nights with Xelan always puts you in such a good mood?” Ugh, he hated the raw bitterness in his own voice.

Tameka rose to the bait. “What is it about your nights with Colita that leave you in such a foul one?”

It was a strange enough thing to spout across a milling student body to make some people stop and peer between the bickering pair.

Matt Anderson being one of them. He spared them both a glance before nodding at Kyle like a bro.

“Hey, Matt, wait up. Rayne and I will walk you out to baseball practice.”

Rayne finished up and shut her locker, hugging her notebook to her chest. “If you don’t mind the company.”

Matt’s all-American smile didn’t quite reach his ridiculously dark eyes as he said, “Sure,” a little tightly.

In their four years as the class of 2006, Kyle couldn’t recall Matt ever having a date or a partner or even a rival. Except maybe Justin, but nobody liked that cocksucker. It seemed Matt liked to keep to himself.

Kyle could get behind that. He joined Matt on the walk down the hall, leaving Rayne to say goodbye to Tameka. As much as Kyle loved Sagan, he hadn’t really thought this afternoon through. It would be him on the bleachers playing third wheel to Rayne and Sagan’s discrete flirting.

Shit.

Conspiratorially, he leaned in and muttered to Matt, “Hey, man. You got a joint?”

Straight-faced, completely non-bullshitting, the baseball star said, “Naw. I don’t do drugs. It’s bad for the game.”

Kyle knew his eyes widened a little, but he let it go as Rayne ran up behind them. To Kyle’s dismay, her eyes flitted over the heads in the hallway, counting.

To distract and comfort Rayne, Kyle wrapped an arm around her shoulder and side-squeezed her for good measure. It seemed to break her of the habit.

“Oh, hey. Coach is looking for me. I better head over. You two have fun.” Matt’s half-sincere smile looked practiced out of social necessity, but Kyle got the gist of it.

He gave Matt a nod. “Thanks, man. See you.”

Rayne waved. “Bye, Matt.”

After leaving the baseball diamond, Kyle and Rayne walked in silence up the hill to the track. Sagan was already warming up, gentle on her ankle, when Rayne whistled.

The blond lit up, and Kyle was glad he’d thought of this. The girls ran into each other’s arms, as he found a seat in the bleachers. Not for the first time, he wished Andrew went to the same school if only for a joint.

Hey…

Where were the girls headed?

Nosy as fuck, Kyle followed along the stands until the girls settled against a support column beneath him. Through the risers, Kyle watched Sagan and Rayne—

Oh, yes.

This was way better than getting high.

The girls made out in a coordinated frenzy. Aware of their limited time and privacy, they stole each other’s breath away. After five minutes of them making out, Kyle felt more lonely than turned on until…

“I knew it!”

Cecily.

The annoying Overachiever had brought company. Lucy followed her under the bleachers, looking more curious than disdainful. She warned, “Cecily’s already told Stacia. She’s gone to get Justin.”

Breathless from fear or from amazing Rayne kisses, Sagan said, “But he’s not back from the away game.”

Cecily put her hands on her hips and sneered, “Their bus just pulled in. Wait until Justin hears about this.”

Rayne put herself between Cecily and Sagan, turned to her girlfriend, and muttered reassurances.

Sagan looked freaked out.

They’d also attracted a bit of a crowd as Stacia stormed by the baseball diamond with Justin parting the sea of people on their way to the girls.

Kyle jumped off the risers to back them up, but Rayne held up a hand. The look in her eyes…

Justin was so dead.

The crowd following Justin included the entire Wareagles football team and half the baseball team. Matt’s eyes stayed on the back of Justin’s head like he was ready to remove it himself.

No shortage of enemies here.

Still, Justin got in Rayne’s face, saying, “Move.”

Sagan broke into a sob behind Rayne, but their leader never batted an eyelash. “No.”

“Move or I’ll make you move.”

Kyle almost took a step forward, but he knew better. Rayne had this.

She smiled a most dangerous smile. “Put your hands on me and see what happens.”

Justin laughed and placed both his hands on Rayne’s shoulders to set her bodily aside.

Coiled tight, she sprung loose and punched him in the gut.

The air whooshed out of Justin as he doubled over. All around people gaped, but Rayne wasn’t done.

With a deft blow, she kneed Justin in the face and spin-kicked him into the support beam. He slid down the brick, where Rayne jumped on his leg.

The crack whipped through the crowd, and Justin finally gathered enough air to bellow in agony.

Kyle didn’t know if he should grin or frown. On the one hand, the drama with that prick was over. Finally. On the other, there was no way Rayne wasn’t getting suspended.

“What is happening down here?”

On cue, Mrs. Mendax made her way through the underside of the risers and the crowd. “Ms. Callahan, what have you done now?”

Before Kyle or Sagan could offer a defense for Rayne, Matt said, “Justin fell off the bleachers. We all came to check on him.”

Justin still couldn’t form coherent words. All the piece of shit did was howl like a little bitch.

Lucy peered between Cecily and Matt, looking ready to speak. Before Lucy could say a word, Stacia said, “That’s not what happened. Rayne—”

“Came to help me first. God, Mrs. Mendax, I need an ambulance.”

Everyone whipped around to glare at Justin. He was staring daggers at Stacia, apparently playing along with Matt’s pretense.

Either Justin feared Rayne enough to keep his mouth shut, or, more likely, he didn’t want the entire school to hear about a girl kicking his ass.

Kyle would bet on the latter.

Mrs. Mendax broke out a cell phone, breaking the zero tolerance policy. “I’ll call an ambulance. Don’t move.”

As she stepped away to call, Justin glared at Rayne, who smiled beatifically back at him. She mouthed, “It’s. Over.”

Justin mouthed back, “That’s. What. You. Think.”

Sagan took Rayne by the arm. “C’mon. I want to get back to practice.”

Kyle followed the girls back to the track and glanced over his shoulder at Justin. The abusive football player kept his eyes on Rayne’s back, but he glanced at Kyle for a brief second.

Kyle flipped him off and nodded at Matt, who waved before heading back to practice.

This school was a drama factory, but at least they’d built some solid allies over the last four years.

Here’s hoping they survived the invasion.