“Emmett, oh gods! I’m going to come.”
Yes. Come, sweetheart. He couldn’t even draw his mouth away from her juicy flesh to murmur the encouraging words, and instead used his tongue to push her release.
A moment later she was there. Her sharp scream made him glad for the steel doors that shielded them from the lodge.
Her thighs gripped his head, squeezing his ears so hard he was certain they might cave inward. Her cream spilled fresh and hot on his tongue and he lapped it up, riding with her through the orgasm.
She finally went limp, her thighs gradually releasing their grip on his head.
Emmett rose to his feet and gripped his cock. He could wait no longer.
*
Still weak from her orgasm, Molly stared up at Emmett, who now massaged his cock and eyed her like a starving man.
Gods, she’d finally lost her mind—and didn’t it feel wonderful?
“Sit on the chair,” she urged him, scooting off the desk. “Let me ride you.”
A visible tremble racked his body as he moved around the desk to sit in the mobile chair.
Molly followed him around the desk, licking her lips as she eyed the thick jut of his cock. Gods, he was quite a bit larger than what she had experienced.
Despite her aggressiveness, which still continued to surprise her, she felt the first stab of apprehension.
Emmett must have seen the sudden worry in her gaze, for he held out his hand and murmured a soft, “Come here, sweetheart.”
Molly placed her smaller hand in his and felt that familiar zing of chemistry shoot through her blood.
She slid onto his lap, letting her legs slide on both sides of his hips. His cock pressed hard against her ass and she knew she just had to lift herself up and back a bit.
His hands, so dark and deliciously rough, slid up her stomach to cup her breasts again. Her body turned liquid and she sighed, moving herself just enough to rub the head of his cock against her slit.
Pleasure rocked through her and made her blood hum.
“I want your mouth, Molly,” he ordered softly. “Kiss me.”
Her heart fluttered, and she licked her lips again, before leaning forward to press her mouth against his in a soft caress.
He took control of the kiss, sliding his tongue deep while his hips lifted just enough to push the head of his dick the slightest bit into her.
She groaned, sparring her tongue with his, and sank down a bit farther. Slowly, inch by inch, she slid his cock into her.
So good. She pulled her mouth away to look down at where they were almost fully joined.
The erotic sight almost undid her. Pink lips spread wide over the thick black staff.
“All the way down, Molly,” he muttered, squeezing her breasts. “Come on, girl. Or I’m going to lose all control and to hell with slow.”
“So do it,” she gasped, rotating her hips over his cock. “Fuck me, Emmett. Please.”
He let out a growl and moved his hands to grip her hips. With one lift of his ass, he embedded himself to the hilt.
“Oh!” She cried out and squeezed her eyes shut. Better to just jump in quick than ease your way in.
“Damn, sweetheart. You feel incredible,” he choked out. His hips began to buck up in a constant rhythm, pushing in and out of her. “Ride me, Molly.”
Molly gripped his shoulders and did as instructed, rocking back and forth on his cock, rotating her hips to hit different angles.
Her eyes closed. Gods, it had been too long. She missed this. The fullness of having a man inside her, his rough hands caressing her body, and the absolute ecstasy of his mouth bringing her release.
“Harder, sweetheart.” He moved a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. “I’ll make sure you fly with me.”
“Yes,” she whispered and moved faster on him, pressing herself down harder onto his cock. “Yes!”
His finger wiggled faster on her, and the tightening of a release built quickly in her muscles. She squeezed her inner walls around Emmett’s cock and was rewarded with his guttural groan.
The pleasure stacked higher inside her. Building and expanding until everything in her head went white and the sensation toppled over the edge.
Her body shook through the climax and her nails dug hard into his shoulders.
He took over, gripping her ass and pounding up inside her until a moment later he cried out and she felt him come warm and thick inside her.
“Oh my.” She pressed her head against his shoulder, letting her tongue flick out over his damp salty flesh. “That was quite incredible.”
“Mmm.” Emmett massaged her ass cheeks, his chin resting on her head. “You have no idea.”
Lifting her head she gave him a small, somewhat shy smile. “It’s been a while for me.”
He met her gaze through hooded eyes. “Would you believe me if I said likewise?”
Surprise jolted through her and her lips parted. Could he be serious?
Emmett let out a soft laugh and touched her cheek. “You needn’t look so stunned, sweetheart.”
“I just…I suppose I am.” She shrugged and moved her hands over his chest. He was truly a beautiful man. “I can’t understand why.”
“I’ve always put career before women,” he admitted.
“Not a bad philosophy. I do the same with men.”
Her reply made her realize exactly what had just happened. And that she was still at work. Gods. Her eyes widened and she fumbled to get off him.
“I should return to work,” she muttered. “Someone may realize I’m missing.”
“Molly.” He caught her hand before she could retrieve her dress. “Thank you.”
Her stomach flipped, warmth swirling in her blood and she gave him a wide smile. Oh yes. This soldier could be quite the distraction if she let him be. So it would best not let this become more than a one-time event.
“Thank you, Emmett.” Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and pressed another kiss against his mouth. “I shall remember this moment for quite some time, I imagine.”
Confusion flickered in his gaze before he gave her a lazy nod.
“And I as well.”
After Emmett had dressed and left the office, she slid the doors shut and leaned against the steel frame.
Pressing a hand against her chest, she tried to pretend her heart wasn’t still all aflutter.
She’d had an itch and scratched it. She could go back to life as normal and work on increasing her traffic at the lodge. She was a businesswoman first and foremost.
Yes, life as normal was so much more…stable.
Chapter 6
Brendon downed half his glass of aliaberry wine in one swallow and then slammed the glass back on the table.
What an absolute crap night. His mouth tightened and he glanced around the restaurant for Emmett. Where the hell was his friend?
Gods, he should’ve gone with his first instinct and just returned to his bedding chamber and jerked off.
Even now his cock throbbed with the second denial from Nika. Or was it Rebecca? Who the hell knew at this rate? What he did know was that the little minx had his emotions twisted up into the worst damn knot. And his cock suffered a much harsher fate.
He should not want anything to do with her after what she’d pulled on him. Twice now! And yet he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Couldn’t forget the image of the blue-green eyes narrowed in passion. Or anger. No matter how she looked at him, it twisted him all up inside.
Damn. A woman had never affected him like this. Where had he gone so wrong this time? He lifted his glass of wine again and took a smaller sip this time.
“Brendon, my friend,” a voice boomed out. “How are you this fine evening?”
He lowered his glass, peering over the rim in dismay as Emmett approached the table positively beaming. What the hell? The man never beamed.
“How am I? I’m complete shit. And I’ll not thank you for asking.” Brendon narrowed his eyes.
“Where have you been? And why do you look as though you’ve won the galactic lottery?”
“Hmm, perhaps I have, in a way.” Emmett sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of wine from the pitcher. “I have been…about.”
“About what?”
Emmett threw his head back and laughed. After a moment he calmed and said quietly, “Indulging in a bit of feminine pleasure, honestly.”
“You fucking jest!” Brendon roared.
“No. Not at all.”
And by the expanding grin on his friend’s face, Brendon knew Emmett spoke the truth. How was it that the man who’d proclaimed to not need a woman could have one on a whim, whereas he, who’d never had trouble getting laid, could not even gain a paltry hand job from his newest interest.
“Gods, I do not believe this,” he muttered and drained the rest of his wine. “I’m going to need another glass. Who is she?”
“She is none of your business,” Emmett fired back and took a sip of wine. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”
Brendon scowled.
If he had been less of a gentleman, he could have been fucking Nika’s sweet little pussy right now. He’d known he could have had her. Could have kissed her until her knees weakened again, and then taken her against the wall. Because he knew with every fiber of his being that she would have let him.
And yet he hadn’t taken that step. Had instead walked away with a raging hard-on and a temper that could start a war.
Yes. Being a gentleman was quite overrated.
“Say, Brendon. Have you ever seen that man over there?” Emmett asked suddenly.
Brendon turned to look at the table Emmett gestured to and his gaze narrowed. He vaguely recognized one man. The one who stared back at them, his gaze alternating between black and a glowing red.
“Not sure,” he murmured. “But possibly trouble.”
Emmett scowled and turned his back to the group. “No doubt trouble.”
“Something I should know about?”
Emmett seemed to hesitate and then shook his head. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. He’s a bounty hunter and a blood drinker, I know that much.”
Brendon reared back in surprise, equally intrigued to see a legitimate blood drinker and to know that he was a bounty hunter. Likely one hunting for the bounty Captain Teflick had warned him about.
“Let me know if you need help handling it. I’m certainly a bit bloodthirsty myself tonight.”
“And why is that? What has your hide so chapped, my friend?” Emmett gave him a considering look. “Perhaps that woman?”
“Which woman?” he asked sharply.
“The one who had you all twisted last night as well.”
“She’s a witch,” Brendon muttered. “I should simply tumble with the next woman who approaches me and expend my lust elsewhere.”
Emmett arched a brow. “So why don’t you?”
Brendon’s gaze drifted around the room and landed on a female who sat with her friends. She watched him intently and, once she realized she had his attention, her mouth curved into an enticing smile as she trailed a hand over her cleavage.
“Why don’t I, indeed,” Brendon murmured and pushed his chair back. “Excuse me.”
As he made his approach the woman rose to her feet and met him halfway.
“Hello,” she said, her voice accented with a foreign lilt. “I’m Kelsie.”
“Brendon.” He reached out to touch a strand of her platinum hair. Too dry. So unlike Nika’s soft blond—Gods, forget her! “How would you like to take a walk with me, Kelsie?”
She giggled and nodded, looking at him from beneath heavily painted lashes. “Oh, I would love that.”
“Splendid.” He slid an arm around her waist and she snuggled up right under him.
His nostrils protested her cloying perfume and he turned his head to the left a bit to drag in clean air.
They left the restaurant and he ground his teeth together, resisting the urge to just tell her never mind.
You’ve got a cock begging for someone warm, wet, and willing. And you’ve found her. You’ve fucked plenty of women. It should not be this difficult.
He slid his hand down her waist, squeezing her fleshy ass and she let out a whiny groan. Whiny. Gods.
She slipped her other arm around his waist and turned her head to kiss his neck.
“Mmm, you smell so good, Brandon.”
“Brendon,” he corrected her as her lips brushed the slow pulse in his neck.
Gods, instead of her increasing his arousal, he was quite shocked to realize his cock was actually shriveling.
The door to the lodge opened as they went to step outside. He looked up and his gaze collided with Nika’s stunned expression.
Her cheeks flushed red as she took them both in and for a moment he thought he saw a flicker of anger and hurt in them. And then it was gone, and her gaze was nothing but derisive judgment.
How dare she have the nerve to judge him after what she’d done this afternoon? Lifting an eyebrow, he brushed his lips across Kelsie’s forehead.
And then they passed one another. Brendon and the girl—what was her name?—arrived out into the cool night air, and Nika was back inside the lodge.
He paused, hating himself for turning around, but unable to stop himself. Nika hadn’t even looked back at him though, just strode straight up the stairs, her fists clenched at her sides.
“So where did you want to…walk?” The blonde asked and then let out another sharp giggle.
Gods, was she intoxicated?
“I don’t,” he answered briskly, before he realized the words were out. But once they were it just felt so damn right. “I’ve changed my mind.”
She blinked in dismay. “You have?”
“I have. And I apologize.”
“Oh.” She gave a slow nod and then turned back toward the lodge door. “Well, then, more wine for me. Good evening to you, Brett.”
Brendon watched her go without any remorse. Fuck. Nika had screwed him up but good. If he couldn’t even bring himself to tumble with a perfectly willing—albeit drunken—woman, he must really be in trouble.
No. Apparently he wouldn’t be able to move on to another woman until he had Nika. And Gods knew whether that would ever happen.
Frustration gnawed at his gut and he kicked a rock across the grounds.
Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Muttering with disgust he pondered what the hell he was going to do with his night—since he obviously wouldn’t be getting laid.
*
She was a fool! Nika sealed her door closed and ground her teeth together. And to think she’d actually thought to come back here tonight and apologize to him.
The bastard! Obviously Brendon was not a man used to hearing the word ‘no’. He had not even waited a few hours to find another willing woman. And the woman on his arm had seemed all too eager to spread her legs.
Admit it, Nika, you were never anything to him but a convenient object to fuck. Just like you were to your owners on Zortou.
Her stomach twisted with disappointment and self-disgust. She should have known better. Known she could never trust a man.
She needed to complete her mission and get the hell off this planet. Brendon was bad news, nothing but a distraction that she couldn’t afford.
Nika fell to her knees beside the bed and tugged the hidden case out from beneath. Yes. Tonight she would make an attempt to gain the specimen samples.
She knew exactly how she would gain access to the compound, but the lab would be a harder nut to crack, especially seeing as how she’d barely managed to retain anything when Brendon had been working.
What she did recall was the high fence with spiked wire surrounding the lab. She’d observed it carefully, formulating the plan that would get her in.
Certainly it would not be easy, but it could be done.
It was what was inside that would be the challenge. But she loved a good challenge. She had proved herself on Tresd
en and damn it she would prove herself here as well.
Tonight she would see just how well trained she was indeed. Her blood pounded with the thought. She would not fail. Could not.
Pulling out her binding tape, she removed her dress and began the painful process of binding her breasts. It was needed. By the time she was through there wouldn’t be a person on this planet who would mistake her for a female.
* * * *
Nika moved swiftly, reaching around the soldier and slamming the damp cloth over his mouth. He reached up to grab her wrist, but before he could get a good grip, he slumped and hit the floor with a thud.
With gloved hands, Nika squatted down and pressed her face close to his, checking for signs that he breathed evenly. Yes.
Lifting one of her pant leg, she pulled free a preloaded syringe from the fastening at her thigh. Removing the cap with her teeth, she rolled the soldier over and plunged the needle into his buttock.
Depressing the plunger, she injected him with the solution that would keep him unconscious for the next five hours.
She patted her hands down his body, until she discovered the rectangular key fastened around the belt of his uniform. Plucking it free, she rose to her feet again and drew in a steadying breath.
That had been almost too easy.
Glancing around the lab, she moved forward with light footsteps. Her attire was loose enough to allow quick, silent movements. Every part of her was covered save for her eyes. And even those had been carefully masked with eye shields that disguised the color of her iris.
She approached the window to the lab itself and swallowed hard. It appeared empty. Fortunately no scientists were at work during the night hours.
Now this part would be a bit tricky. The key to the inner lab was made to fit in a specific lock. But the lock location was hidden. She’d known that and had hoped to discover the hiding place this afternoon while touring the lab.
But then Brendon had touched her, and she’d become a big mess of confusing emotions and hormones. Gods, she was ridiculous.
The thought of him and the woman in the lodge sent a wave of disappointment through her, so sharp it had her throat tightening.
This is not the time, Nika. Get in and get out. If you do this right you could be off the planet within hours.
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