Rena lifted her head to ask, “Try what?” but the words never left her mouth. As soon as she parted her lips, he pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her gently. Firm, supple lips massaged hers, opening just enough that she could feel his breath caressing its way into her lungs as she inhaled.
She was thankful his hand was on her elbow, steadying her. Otherwise, she would have dropped to her knees on the hard metal floor. Something whispered in the back of her mind to be strong, to not let him see how his touch affected her.
Before she realized what she was doing, she found herself kissing him back. A soft moan sounded from her throat, swallowed into his mouth as he deepened their embrace. It became hard to concentrate past the engaging movements of his tongue. She grabbed hold of his broad shoulders when the urge to touch him became unbearable.
Strong muscles flexed beneath her fingers as he reached for her hips, jerking her forward so that their bodies touched. The unmistakable length of his arousal pressed into her stomach, already hard. She gasped and he moved his kisses along her jaw to her throat. Micco groaned, rocking into her as he kept her pulled flush against his hips. The cotton of their pants offered little protection.
Micco dug his fingers under her shirt, untying the drawstring at her waist before thrusting his hands down to cup her ass. He massaged the cheeks hard, continuing to rock. She felt as if she knew him, even though they’d barely talked. As one of the head scientists and one of the cutest guys on base, rumors flew about him.
He licked her neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh he found there. She trembled, overwhelmed with sensations. Lust raged through her veins like never before. Maybe it was the finality of their situation, the stress of living underwater, the burning desire to feel something other than hopelessness and frustration. Or maybe the primal part of her psyche had finally awakened from its deep slumber—hungry, desperate, horny as hell.
He captured her mouth again and urged her back until she came up against a smooth, metal wall. The cold surface contrasted the heat of his body. He became more aggressive, keeping her trapped before him. The length of his perfectly carved body fitted along hers, strong and firm. His hips continued to grind, as if his cock couldn’t wait to be free. Her drenched pussy answered the call, and she found herself meeting his rhythm as they found satisfaction through their clothing.
He lifted her by her ass, his warm hands imprinting themselves into her flesh. Her legs parted, giving him better access to rub against her so hard it felt as if the clothes melted away. The turgid length of his cock thrust enthusiastically along her slit, sending jolts of pleasure over her with each pass.
Micco ground his hips fast and hard, simulating the sex act. His cock had become impossibly hard and the ample size of it turned her on more. The sheer mass would stretch her open and fill her to the brink. She clawed at his shoulders, gasping for breath. It felt too good. She couldn’t stop, not even long enough to undress.
Rena’s pussy dampened the material. Friction and heat tweaked her clit. She groaned into his kiss, lightheaded as she jerked her head away so she could breathe. His taste was on her mouth, his smell inside her head.
“Ah,” she cried, feeling her orgasm close. Her pussy clenched. He held her thighs open, thrusting faster. His fingers pulled at her ass, parting the cheeks. She arched against the wall, hating her clothes.
“Argh,” he growled, squeezing her ass hard. The fluid motion of his rocking became a ragged jerk and she knew he’d come inside his pants. Liquid heat surged between them.
It was too much stimulation. Rena came, her body exploding. Her mouth opened wide, but she was too overcome with pleasure to scream.
Micco dropped her legs. Rena fell forward against him. Panting, she tried to reason through what had happened. All the ways she had thought about living with Dr. Hagan, this scenario had not come to mind. She wasn’t sure what to say to him.
“Is that long enough to save our dignity?” Rena meant it as a joke, but her delivery was off and it ended up sounding spiteful and hard.
“Of course,” he answered, his tone low enough to match hers. “You have work to do. I should make myself available in case there are problems with the new arrangements. With a hundred new couples, I’m sure something will arise.”
Micco turned his back on her, going to the trunk in the corner. He pulled out a fresh pair of pants. Rena turned her back while he changed. When she heard the door open, she finally let loose the breath she’d been holding.
“What just happened?” she whispered, peering at the closed door. Somehow, she was even more nervous about living with him now. Hurrying to her trunk that sat right next to his, she pulled it open and quickly changed her clothes. Rena rolled their discarded pants inside her t-shirt and tucked it under her arm. It wasn’t technically her laundry day, but hopefully with all the weddings going on, the room would be clear and she’d be able to sneak in.
Chapter Two
“I thought I would see if you wanted to go to lunch,” Micco’s voice interrupted her shaky concentration.
Rena had managed to avoid her new husband for a couple of days. It was hard. She thought about him constantly. Every shadow appeared to be his figure looming in the distance, ready to confront her. The truth was Rena was a coward. She was too embarrassed to face him, too confused, too unsure of what she would do.
“Oh?” She met his dark eyes and her heartbeat quickened. Her nerves remembered all too well the feel of his body.
When she didn’t answer, Micco asked, “What are you working on?”
“Oh.” Rena glanced at her microscope. Motioning to it, she stepped aside to let him look. “We’ve been endeavoring to understand the role of viruses in deep ocean ecosystems. Research is still in its infancy, but we are trying to understand all we can about the ocean, as we might be down here a long time.”
Light from the microscope reflected off his mouth only to fade against his cheek. “It must be very enlightening for you to spend so much time in your lab.”
The words “instead of in your new home with me” remained unspoken between them.
“Being in charge here, I guess I got used to working the long hours. In the bunks I had so many roommates that I found it easier to sleep during the day when they were gone.”
“That’s why you were running that night we met in the hall?” His eyes met hers before turning back to the eyepiece.
She chuckled. “Yes. Darcy and Ginger snore.”
“Hm. I thought perhaps you were avoiding me.” He stood straight and slid his finger along the pristine table. Like all things in the lab, she kept it immaculately clean.
“No,” she lied.
“Then I can expect you home tonight?”
Was that a challenge? She swallowed. A whole night alone with him? She almost missed the annoyance of roommates. At least then she would be safe from herself.
“Of course,” she answered.
“And lunch now?” He gestured toward the door.
“I should finish up what I’m doing. Some of the samples don’t survive long.” She grabbed a clipboard and began checking boxes. “Besides, I have one of the techs bringing me something to eat.”
Micco tapped the table twice. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”
“Tonight,” Rena repeated, continuing to check random boxes without reading to be sure they were the right ones. When he left, she pulled the paper and crumpled it. With a loud sigh, she said, “Yeah. Tonight.”
* * * * *
Micco cursed himself for a fool, not for the first time since his wedding. How could he blame Rena for not coming to him? He’d acted like some horny teenager, dry-humping his prom date against the wall in some stolen moment. The shame was almost too much to bear.
Micco had to make it up to her. The passion had been there. He’d felt it in her kiss, in her touch, in her moan. He had to show her he could be a better lover.
Pacing the length of his home, he glanced at the wall where the digital clock flashed the
time. It was getting late. He wondered what was keeping her. Should he go after her? Had she lost herself in work? Had she decided not to come?
Before he could come to a conclusion, the door opened. Rena appeared, her wet hair slicked back from her head. Her eyes went to the table where he’d set out dinner for them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had made plans. I was behind logging some workout hours and I went for an extra long run.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t see you at the evening meal, so I thought I’d have something ready.” What he didn’t say was that he’d waited through the meal shift for the opportunity to approach her.
“Thanks. Should we sit?” She made her way to the small table. The meal wasn’t anything special—at least not anymore. Deep sea fish could only be prepared so many ways and, when you lived on an underwater military base, it was pretty clear what was on the menu. “I know it’s petty, but I would give anything for a hamburger and fries. It’s been so long I can barely remember what they taste like.”
Micco nodded in agreement, thankful to have something to talk about. “For me it’s pizza. I never thought I’d say it, but I didn’t eat enough pizza.”
“Mm, chicken fried steak.” She took a bite of fish, chewing slowly.
“Pasta.”
“Tacos.”
He groaned. “This is torture. We should stop.”
“I wonder if those living on the surface bases wish they had seafood,” Rena mused thoughtfully. “Did you have family?”
“A brother,” Micco answered. “And an unofficial tribal family—the Anigatogewi. They’re all gone now. One of the heat waves.”
“Ah-ni-ga…?” she tried to repeat.
“Anigatogewi.” He chuckled. “It means the Wild Potato Clan. We are—were—the protectors of the earth. I think they’d find it fitting to know I was here. What about you?”
“I had a big family—cousins, sisters, parents, aunts and uncles. I was always gone working. I thought they’d always be there. Sometimes I like to pretend they’re still out there, but I just can’t get to a phone right now to call them.”
“Well.” He lifted his glass of water. “We now have each other. That’s something, isn’t it? For better or worse.”
“Yes, it means something.” She nodded, her tone soft. “It’s funny how things change after the world ends.”
This wasn’t the conversation he’d planned on having over dinner. Most of the people on the base avoided this topic, mainly because it was too painful.
“I’m sorry. I hate looking at the past for too long. Can we talk about something else?” she asked, as if reading his thoughts. “How are the other couples doing? Anyone boycott your office yet?”
“A few,” he chuckled. When she looked at him with clear eyes, actually seeing him, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time—hope and happiness. “Eighteen couples inquired about divorce. Sixteen couples have officially put in for marital reassignment. And one couple flat out said their religious beliefs don’t acknowledge the base’s marital ceremony.”
“I suppose it’s to be expected when you match people by their genes and not their hearts. You can’t blame them.” She finished eating and set down her fork.
“It’s the most logical solution to our predicament.” Some of the hope in him died, replaced by worry.
“I know, and as a scientist I agree.” Rena took a drink of water. “As a woman, I guess I just think there should be something more.”
“I should take these plates back to the—” Micco stood, intent on leaving her alone. When he chose her for his bride, he hadn’t done it to hurt her.
Rena’s hand on his wrist stopped him. “Hagan…Micco, I’m not delusional. I realize the old world is gone. I don’t expect you to love me.” Her breath caught as she let him go. “I don’t even know if romantic love exists anymore, but I walked into the dining hall and I took your hand. I don’t plan on ending this marriage.”
He wasn’t sure what to say to her. She wouldn’t leave him. That was something.
* * * * *
I don’t expect you to love me.
Rena wasn’t sure what reaction she’d expected to that comment, but she was disappointed when he made no comment at all. Inside she trembled. Without thought, she grabbed the sides of his face, noting the texture of his whisker-stubbled jaw. She pulled him to her kiss, pressing her lips against his.
His hand slid over her hip as he returned her kiss. His tongue swiped between her lips. Electric fire shot through her. He moaned, a low, throaty sound of pleasure. This time his tongue swept deeper, the kiss becoming more passionate.
Rena ran her fingers into his hair. Desire rippled through her until she became mindless to anything else. Her body remembered all too well the feel of release and wanted to feel it again. She became more aggressive, gripping tightly as she pressed her body against his. The solid form of his muscles molded against her. Her pussy became wet and ready. Her breasts tingled to be touched. Her lungs burned for air. Her heart hammered erratically in her chest.
Micco grabbed her hips and pulled her against his cock. He stepped forward, walking her backward toward the bed. Her hip hit against her chair and she pushed it out of the way.
He pulled her shirt up over her head and arms, tossing it aside, before doing the same with her sports bra. Instantly, he stroked her flesh, cupping her breasts in his palms. His hands were warm, circling and exploring the tender globes. His lips trailed along her neck, licking and biting their way downward. He thumbed her nipples into hard peaks before capturing them with his lips. Rena gasped as he sucked them deep into his mouth.
His hands traveled over her sides, up her back, down to push both her pants and panties from her hips. The cotton material slithered to the floor, pooling around her feet. His touch became hungry and urgent, as if he wanted to touch her everywhere at once.
Rena tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it off him. When he moved to help her, she stumbled back and fell onto the bed. She kicked off her boots and untangled her feet from her pants.
Eagerly, she watched Micco undress. He threw his shirt aside, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest. Her eyes followed his hands to his waist as he jerked his pants free to unveil a thick erection. The anticipation was almost too much. Her pussy ached to be filled, to have his stiff cock pounding into her, stretching her wide as she knew he would.
Rena clamped her legs together as her pussy released a torrent of cream. Micco crawled over her. Bracing his weight on his hands, he ran the back of his fingers down the center of her chest, tickling a path to her sex. He parted her wet folds, gently circling her clit with his finger.
The first brush of his body against hers caused an intense shiver along her flesh. She wound her hand behind his neck and pulled him down. He shifted his hips and his cock fit next to her pussy.
“Micco,” she whispered, needing to feel him inside her.
He kissed her neck, running his tongue over her pulse. She parted her legs, opening herself up to him. The overhead lights didn’t hide a single moment.
Rena scratched her nails down his back. He drew the tip of his cock along her sex before finding entrance. He eased himself in, working back and forth, in and out, going deeper with each pass, stretching her to fit him. Finally, he thrust deep.
Her body was trapped beneath his. He propelled his hips forward, taking her hard and he quickened his pace. She grabbed his ass, urging him on. Tension built in her hips, driving her to the brink of perfect madness. It felt too good, too right. Her pussy clenched, the muscles tightening as she climaxed. Pleasure radiated from where they were joined, flowing over her entire length, filling her with warmth and intense satisfaction. Her vision blurred and it felt as if her heart nearly exploded from her chest.
Micco groaned, not stopping as he rode the trembling wave. He came, jerking inside her before holding still. An eternity passed in mere seconds, punctuated by their harsh breathing.
Rena had never felt such pleasure. He pulled
from her, slowly, before falling to her side. Micco lay beside her, gloriously naked and unashamed. His member was still partially erect, as if it would rise with little provocation.
“I should have handled asking you out better in Houston.” Micco kept his attention on the ceiling. “I don’t remember making a bet but, if I did, it was only to give myself the courage to talk to you.”
“It’s silly for me to hold a grudge about it. Everyone here is just looking for a connection to the past. Since you’re here, that became mine.” She turned her back to him and took a deep breath. “We should think more of the future. That is why we survived, isn’t it?”
* * * * *
Survival. The word filled Micco’s head. He wanted more to their life than survival. Every day they worked for it, every task specifically meant for it. Was it so wrong to want more when he came home?
He glanced at her naked form, letting his gaze follow the fine line of her back. When she didn’t turn to him, he pushed out of bed and crossed the room to turn out the lights. In such complete darkness it was impossible to see, not that navigating the chamber was hard.
His naked legs brushed against hers as he crawled into bed. Tentatively, he touched her hip, turning her around. He studied the darkness, trying to see her face. It was no use. She remained in shadow.
* * * * *
Rena felt Micco’s weight on the bed next to her as they lay in darkness. The smell of him filled her senses, stirring her tempered desire. She found herself wanting him again. Images flashed through her mind—old porno movies, scenes from the romance novels she read in college before turning to more “scientific” pursuits.
She licked her lips, emboldened by the darkness. If she reached for him would his cock be hard? Or would she have to manipulate it to full power? She listened closely, hearing his even breath.
“Hagan?” she whispered. He didn’t answer and she realized he slept.
His cock would be sated and soft. She slowly rolled up, careful not to wake him just yet. Her hand brushed his hip as she got her bearings. She wet her lips, inching her mouth toward his dick. Heat radiated off him, urging her closer. She wanted to taste her pussy on his cock. She wanted to suck him to full arousal, to feel him grow between her lips and come in her mouth.
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