Planet Chromefield has always run on sexual energy, but due to a troubling affliction, all the men have lost their erections and all the women are insanely horny.
When Logan, a virile astronaut, crash lands on the planet, he must agree to perform an impossible test to get home again--a test which puts him in the bed of sexy Alysa, who wants more independence and creative sex, despite the planet's chauvinistic mores, and her fianc� Dean--whose secret desire could cost him everything.
Dazzled by his lust for them both, Logan agrees to give them his body. But the resulting three-way bond surpasses each of their sexual fantasies and thaws his solitary heart, which just might contain the key to saving the planet...if only they can convince him to stay.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Sexual Energy by Afton Locke
Logan McKay came to as he slammed forward into the side of the instrument panel with what felt like too many Gs to count. His face stung where something had scratched it. He realized his seat restraints had come loose and his helmet visor had been knocked off as the spacecraft spun through the air like a top.
He was going to crash.
"Malfunction," the computer voice announced amid warning buzzers and flashing red lights. "Approaching Planet X's atmosphere. Point of entry too steep for safe landing. Landing stabilizers not functioning. Prepare for impact. Malfunction..."
It was not supposed to happen this way! The chemicals fed through his helmet to keep him in suspended animation were supposed to subside, waking him gradually before the ship approached Planet X's orbit.
His body needed time to adjust back to normal after a year of dormancy during his long space flight. Now his lungs burned and his muscles were so cramped he could barely move. A wave of vertigo almost made him pass out.
"Impact in ten seconds..." the calm, inhuman voice said.
Shit! He was going to die.
He was supposed to get into the planet's orbit, find the unmanned probe sent earlier and observe it, but this baby was going to land--right here, right now--without functioning stabilizers to counteract gravity.
Mustering every bit of strength he had, he lunged toward the window. Water. Maybe there was hope after all. The flight plan was shot to hell but when the emergency parachute thankfully deployed, the ship steadied its course and went from hurtling at breakneck speed to drifting with the gentleness of a feather.
With only a few seconds to spare, he braced himself for impact and forced himself to take the deep, even breaths he needed to restore oxygen. His body needed a hell of a lot more time to heal but he was conscious and that would have to be enough.
While the spaceship listed sideways, Logan wasted no time removing the rubber lifeboat from against the wall.
"Open door," he commanded. To his amazement it worked. He grabbed a water flask and provision bag.
Outside, he clicked the button to inflate the boat and started working the paddles. If only he'd had time to operate the computer to see why he'd come into the orbit too steep to lock into it.
But none of it mattered now, he thought as he removed his damaged helmet. He was alive and all he had was this little boat.
"Goodbye, Boone," he said as the ship he'd named after Daniel Boone finally went under water. Unfortunately the only means to signal Geo to rescue him was embedded in the ship and currently under water.
Was this really Planet X? he wondered as he rowed into the current. Everything looked just like Geo, the Earth colony planet he came from, with greenish-gray water and a small beach. He took a quick mental inventory of this planet's characteristics. The sun, gravity and oxygen levels felt like Geo's too. Judging by the temperature and foliage, it was summer here.
The only thing that didn't jive was the thin blue haze that followed his vision. His eyesight probably hadn't adjusted yet from dormancy.
He groaned. "Don't tell me I spent a year in space only to end up back where I started."
In no time at all he reached the shore. He pulled the flask of water from the boat and took a long drink as he gazed around. The place resembled any typical park in Geo with picnic tables, barbecue grills and even a small lifeguard stand. The only evidence of life was a couple of sparrows, pecking at food crumbs on the ground.
Logan shook his head. This had to be Geo. Geo-NASA was going to be pissed but it wasn't his fault. The stupid ship's autopilot was supposed to work right while he was in dormancy. But when he saw a wooden sign with symbols written on it he'd never seen the likes of before, he didn't know where the hell he was.
The sound of footsteps on firm sand broke him out of his thoughts. He put the cap back on his water flask and turned to see what it was. It turned out to be a hot blonde woman jogging the beach. A pink haze, similar to the blue one he kept seeing, trailed behind her and evaporated from her footprints like mist.
Now if he could just convince her that despite his bloody face and ripped spacesuit he wasn't a dangerous freak. He might be able to get some sorely needed help.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, stepping in front of her. He cleared his throat. His voice was so rusty it would be a miracle if she understood him. She'd probably pretend to ignore him anyway and jog right on by. Assuming the language translator was even working.
To his amazement, she stopped and ran in place as she looked him up and down. He didn't waste the opportunity to check her out either. Her short, blonde hair was spilling out of its ponytail. She wore tight, black running shorts that barely covered her shapely ass. Nipples poked against her pink sports halter like hard, round buttons. The rest of her was all pale, creamy skin bathed in a sheen of sweat.
For a minute, Logan almost forgot how crappy he felt. That infernal blue haze intensified then, hovering near his crotch. She didn't seem to notice at all. There had to be something wrong with his eyesight.
"Yes?" she finally said.
He held his hands palms up to convince her he meant no harm. "I need some help. Do you have a phone?"
"Do I have a phone?" she repeated, looking confused. "What is a phone?"
He reached into his helmet and operated his master translator unit that directed the implant in his ear to delay the English translation he heard. By also hearing what she originally said, he could tell if she spoke English or something completely foreign.
Say something, beautiful.
Instead, she stepped closer and touched his face. Even though it hurt, the contact sent blood rushing to his groin.
"You're bleeding," she said. "Come with me. You need medical attention."
The words coming out of her mouth definitely weren't English. Thank goodness for the translator.
Logan pressed his lips together. "I'm fine. I don't need to go to a hospital."
He knew he probably did but wasn't ready to turn himself over to public control until he had some answers. He was standing and breathing and knew he'd already passed the critical point of emerging from suspended animation. There could still be complications later but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.
"I work at a small clinic," she said, examining his face. Her breath smelled like strawberry bubble gum. "It's very early, so no one will be there."
"Sounds great," he replied.
She reached out to clasp his hand. "I'm Alysa Barry."
"Logan McKay," he replied, shaking her hand. Her fingers were slender and warm. "Nice to meet you."
"My conveyer is over here."
Abandoning the boat, he stuffed his rations into his helmet. Then he followed her to the parking lot and squinted at her silver-colored license plate, which matched the aerodynamic-looking sports car she must be referring to. The plate was filled with luminous patches that looked different depending on which way they were approached. They contained strange symbols similar to the ones found on the sign.
"Where are we?" he asked.
She pointed back at the beach. "That's Seminal Bay Park."
"And where's that?"
"You really don't know? Why not? Are you crazy?" She folded her arms and looked at him as if he were a lunatic she had second thoughts about letting into her car.
"I swear I'm sane and safe and won't hurt you. I'm not from this planet."
"I see," she said, not sounding convinced. "Get in."
He reached for the car door, wondering where the handle was. It slid open for him automatically. Where were the tires? he wondered. The thing was sitting right on the ground. He got into the car, or whatever it was, and sat on the white passenger seat. The driver's seat was on the left. At least that was familiar.
"This is Chromefield," she said.
"Chromefield what?" he asked. "What's the name of this country?"
"Chromefield," Alysa repeated.
"And the name of the planet?" He raised a hand. "No, don't tell me. Chromefield?"
She nodded. "It makes things simpler that way."
"Interesting. Single cultures are very unusual," Logan remarked.
"Oh there are other nations and cultures," she replied, "but this is the biggest and the seat of power. Much of the planet is uninhabitable."
When she told him the physical size of the planet, it all started making sense. This place was a lot smaller than Geo. It was the estimated size of Planet X, in fact...
"Hey," he said, pointing to what resembled a cell phone resting in the center console, "that's a phone, a cell phone."
"No, it isn't. It's a voicer."
Conveyer? Voicer? Apparently the people here liked nouns ending in "er".
He watched as she touched a square object on the instrument panel with her finger. Within seconds, the car lifted off the ground at least a foot.
"That didn't take nearly as long as usual," she said, shooting him a girlish smile. "It must be your male energy."
"Must be," he murmured. Energy. She must be one of those New Age chicks.
Clouds of blue billowed up to the windows as she maneuvered the vehicle out of the parking lot and headed to a superhighway.
"What kind of fuel does this car use?" he asked. "I've never seen blue exhaust fumes." Hopefully it wasn't as toxic to breathe as it looked.
"The conveyer uses energy, like everything else."
The terrain was slightly hilly. Like any suburb back home, there was grass, deciduous trees and lots of asphalt. Even though the buildings varied in size, they were all covered in a similar, chrome-like finish. Where was the wood, brick and stone? Heck, where was the color?
Alysa whipped in and out of traffic with the skill of a racecar driver. Not to mention the speed. He didn't even want to know how fast they were going.
"Do you always drive this fast?" he asked her.
"Actually, no," she replied, biting her bottom lip. "You're making it faster."
He frowned. "Me? I'm not doing anything but sitting here."
Other cars emitted clouds of blue, which turned pink when they slowed down. Inside the car, a pink haze hovered on her side while blue confined itself to his. The colors were deepest near their sexual organs.
As if it weren't already hard enough to keep his gaze away from those clingy shorts of hers. At the way they indented slightly at her cleft and looked damp, as if she were aroused. The more he looked at her and thought about slipping his finger inside that tight fabric--to see just how wet it was--the bluer the air got. Inside his white spacesuit, he was rock-hard.
He waved to clear the blue haze it but it wouldn't go away.
"What is this stuff?" he asked.
"Well, how do I get rid of it? It's freaking me out."
She steered around a slow car. "Why would you want to get rid of your energy? Without it you'd be dead."
"This really isn't Geo, is it?" He wanted to be doubly sure before he got his hopes up.
She frowned again. "What is Geo?"
A cloud of blue nearly blinded him as exultation shot through his body. He just might have reached Planet X after all.
* * * * *
By the time they reached the clinic, Logan had learned a few things about the energy here. Apparently male and female energy ran everything from toasters to factories. Male energy was blue and female was pink.
"See?" Alysa pointed out as she parked the car. "Male energy runs the conveyer and female makes it stop. That's why having you in it made it faster."
"Then how can you drive by yourself?" he asked, frowning.
"Male and female energy is collective throughout the planet and gets drawn on when needed."
"Makes sense," he said, "I think. Does it ever run out?"
"Not as long as there are people living," she replied, looking down, "but things have been off lately. That's why I couldn't control the speed very well."
"Sounds dangerous." Though he had to admit it had been thrilling too. Like being in a movie. Hot woman plus fast car equals horny man.
As he followed her into a low, chrome-colored building, he couldn't stop looking at her. He'd never felt so horny and energetic in his life. Emerging from dormancy, his body was in overdrive, trying to wake everything up again. Soon he would crash and need to sleep. Hopefully he'd be able to find a safe place before that happened.
The examining room she took him to had dim lighting and white leather chairs. It hardly looked medicinal at all. Better suited for fucking, in fact.
"Isn't it strange we speak the same language?" she remarked as she gathered some typical examination instruments.
"Not really," Logan replied, explaining how the translator devices embedded in his ear and larynx translated what he heard and spoke. "Is this the only language spoken on the planet?"
"No but it's the predominant one."
She was cute when she frowned. Stop looking at the woman's nipples, Logan.
"How does your device work if you've never encountered our language before?" she asked.
"When my spaceship entered your planet's atmosphere, the master translator unit spread--" She would look really good spread out naked on one of those white chairs, he thought. "I mean, it analyzes the radio waves for language patterns."
She smiled, drawing attention to her full, kissable lips. "Well, I'm glad it works."
"So am I," he replied. He'd really feel lost in a place where he couldn't understand anyone.
Judging by her amused smile, he wasn't too sure she believed he was an alien but she must have decided to humor him and play along.
She held her gaze with his. "I think we could understand each other without words if we had to."
Next, she ordered him onto an examining table and checked all the routine stuff like blood pressure, body temperature and pulse rate.
"My vision is all right, isn't it?" he asked after she'd shone a light into his eyes.
"Perfectly fine," she said, smiling at him.
Examine my cock. Now! he felt like saying. It had been dormant way too long and needed a warm, lush pussy to resuscitate it.
Instead, she cleansed the cuts on his face, assuring him no stitches were needed. The air in the room was cool, hardening her nipples into bigger buttons under her halter. Doctors weren't supposed to have such tempting breasts. Shouldn't she be wearing a lab coat or something?
The more she touched him, the stiffer he got. Having sex with an alien wouldn't be very responsible but he wasn't exactly thinking with his brain right now. He was thinking about getting her on this table with him and finding out if she felt as good as she looked.
"Let's get this wet thing off," she said as she set about helping him remove his damaged spacesuit. Un-taping the biosensors and peeling off the multiple layers was such an endless process, they were both laughing by the time they were done.
Underneath, he had nothing on but a tee shirt and boxer shorts. After setting the damaged suit on a nearby chair with his helmet, she lifted up the hem of his shirt and ran her hands across his chest and down his stomach.
"I don't feel any hardness from internal injuries."
That's because you're not going down far enough, he wanted to say, but she looked lost in her medical world, muttering things to herself and treating him like a specimen.
She must have just noticed his hard-on. "Sorry about that. It's from all the touching."
"Don't apologize," she said, her cheeks coloring. "These things can't be helped."
He closed his eyes and tried to think about something serious to make it go down. Boy, did he feel adolescent. So he thought about his spaceship and wondered when or if it would ever be discovered on the bottom of the bay. He was almost glad it had sunk. It would buy him some time before his arrival on this planet went public.
The touch of her fingers on his shaft popped his eyes open in a hurry. She was staring at it as if it were a crown jewel.
"Forgive me," she said, "but this is so extraordinary."
Extraordinary? How? he wondered. Hadn't she ever seen a naked man before? Did the men on this planet have really small ones? Not that he was gigantic but size was relative.
"I'm flattered," he replied. "Now tell me just how extraordinary it is."
She stared at him and blinked as if she'd finally realized he truly was from another planet.
"The men here are all impotent."
He sat up. "Are you serious?"
She nodded and he caught a glimmer of sadness in her warm brown eyes before she resumed her businesslike doctor persona.
"It's been that way for three months now."
"What's causing it?" he asked. He hoped whatever it was didn't affect him too. He could just see the headlines now. One loss of manhood. One giant leap for mankind.
She bit her bottom lip with even, white teeth. "Would you mind if I examined it? It might help us."
"By all means," he said generously.
This wasn't Planet X, he thought as he lay down and laced his fingers beneath his head. It was heaven. He watched as she touched every rigid inch of him with her warm, silky fingers. She gathered the seminal fluid pooling on the tip with a cotton swab and put it on a microscope slide. Her fingers traced the perimeter of his tightening balls and explored their texture. She even took his temperature there as if she were checking his fertility.
Finally she stopped. The examination must be over. He was more disappointed than an Apollo 13 crew member who didn't get to walk on the moon.
"Would you mind providing blood and sperm samples?" she asked. "I know you need rest right now but it really would help us and the latter would discharge your energy."
"Discharge?" he asked. It sounded like an automotive repair.
"Yes, people need to discharge energy buildup every day by having an orgasm or doing physical exercise."
I'll take the orgasm. Or did these rules even apply to an outsider? "What happens if it's not discharged?"
She sighed as if she knew the feeling all too well. "Horniness to the point of extreme frustration and inability to concentrate or accomplish anything."
"Sure, I'll do it. Discharge me."
If he cooperated with these people, maybe they'd help him return to Geo. No, he couldn't think about that yet. The essentials such as food and shelter would have to come first.
She took his blood and, to his dismay, handed him a plastic cup.
"There you go. Would you like a magazine?"
He didn't take the cup. "Maybe later. I really am feeling run down."
She set the cup back on the supply cart. "Of course. It was thoughtless of me to make demands on you when you're not feeling well."
"Unless you could help me," he offered.
She eyed his crotch with uncertainty but the sudden cloud of pink haze made her answer more than clear. Apparently she was in need of some discharging herself. Then she looked toward the door as if wondering if someone might walk in.
"This isn't something I'd normally do but considering the circumstances..."