Today, she hoped to break through his icy reserve with the item she’d bought from the market. Perhaps she’d make enough for all three of Torkel’s teams. All of the men from Torkel’s unit were nice to her but Faye had to admit to a fondness for Team One because she spent more time with them.
“Jaron can you show me how to work the cooking device? I want to prepare something.”
Jaron flung the ball at Gregir and jogged over. When he noticed what she held in her hand, his smile brightened. “I haven’t had this since my maman used to make it.”
She sighed with relief. The packet reminded her of frozen cookie dough. “It’s a snack, right? I’m not about to serve something nasty to everyone?”
He chuckled and set a timer on the table-top silver box that she’d seen everyone making meals in. “It’s a common sweet pastry. This is set. Just break it into squares and place inside.”
Faye followed his instructions carefully and hit start. Simple.
Jaron crossed his legs at the ankle. “You do know we have a fully staffed kitchen downstairs for all our meals.”
She shoved her fingertips in the pocket slits of her bright yellow skirt. The gauzy material reached her ankles and flowed when she walked. The white top billowed around her waist. Enotian clothing rocked and her new outfit didn’t looked bad at all on her. For a race of thin people they sure knew how to design outfits that flattered all shapes.
“I wanted to do something nice since the team got stuck babysitting me.”
He snickered. “Even when I understand your Earth words they don’t always make sense. We’re not babying you. Torkel entrusted your care to us. He would do the same for any of us if our Chosen needed to be safe during a mission.”
Faye appreciated his honesty and felt less like a burden. “Are there any other Chosen here?”
“You and Lissi are the only ones.” He referenced Torkel’s sister. “She stays with Shaya and Marlin when her Chosen is gone.”
Faye frowned. “Have I met him?”
Jaron shook his head. “Her Chosen is the team lead for Team Three. I call them the team you don’t want to meet in the dark.”
The ball sailed passed his face and clattered to the floor. “Enough talk, Jaron. Come back.”
Geile and Gregir both glared in the kitchen nook. Jaron grabbed the ball with a wink for Faye. “When it beeps take them out.”
Minutes later Faye had four men vowing eternal loyalty if she’d make the dessert again. Apparently it was a childhood sweet that held fond memories for all of them but no one cooked it any more. The one she wanted to win over didn’t make loyalty promises. Kyele waited for everyone to head back to their quarters later that night and volunteered to escort her back to the place she shared with Torkel. He stopped at the door but didn’t enter.
“You don’t want to check the premises for hidden danger,” Faye joked.
His dark expression never changed. “Torkel would rip Jaron’s head from his body and laugh while his blood drained from him if someone else was able to penetrate our security from the outside again.”
Faye winced at the graphic image his words evoked. “Um…okay. Well, thanks for walking me.”
“You really care for Torkel?”
She didn’t answer immediately. The doubt in his green eyes required a serious answer. “Torkel’s what I’ve dreamed about my entire life. I don’t think I expected to feel this way about the man I ended up with. I’d hoped but I needed to be realistic,” Faye broke off and shook her head with a laugh. “It’s hard to believe how much better my life is here than on Earth.”
He inclined his head. “Thank you.”
She watched his back as he walked down the hall to the elevator. Not quite sure if she’d won over the scarred warrior, Faye closed the door, the conversation playing around her head.
Chapter 12
Torkel and his teams arrived back on Enotia in the dark of night. He entered his quarters, excitement strumming through his veins. Two weeks away from Faye. Had she missed him? He’d missed her. His first mission away after they’d only had a few days together. What if her feelings had changed? Would she no longer want him?
Torkel tossed his bags on the floor by the front door. “Faye.”
Her lack of response didn’t worry him yet. Torkel didn’t feel the hint of danger that had buzzed him the night of Faye’s attack.
She wasn’t in the kitchen, he noted as he strode through their home but a potted plant with pink petals sat on the counter. His sofa had grown pillows. Bright colored affairs. Torkel smiled. He wanted her to make herself comfortable. The more she nested the more he relaxed and the fear she’d leave him lessoned.
“Faye?” He hurried down the hall to their bedroom. The door was open but the light was out. He reached for the sensor.
“Don’t.”
His hand stopped mid-air. Faye clicked the bedside light, adding a dim glow to the room.
“Is everything okay?” Had something happened to cause her to sit in the dark? Did he need to kick Jaron’s ass for not taking care of her?
“Come in and close the door.”
His foot kicked it shut as he crossed the room to where she stood.
“Wait.”
Torkel’s breath stalled in his chest. Now that he was closer, he could see what she wore. Or didn’t. The scraps of pink barely covered her body. Feminine lace cupped her breasts creating a dip between the two. He wanted to bury his face between the full mounds. Narrow straps held up more lace. Around her waist a triangle of pink hid her dark curls.
He cleared his throat. “Team One said you requested to go to the marketplace. Did you find that there?” If so, he’d return tomorrow and buy more in every color.
Faye smiled and sauntered toward him, hips rolling with each step. “No. I brought this from Earth.”
“What is it?”
Her shoulders curved as she stopped inches from him and smiled coyly. “Just underwear and a bra.”
Torkel would have Jaron do research and order an abundance. Earth men were fools. He ran a finger down one delicate strap. With a twist he could break it.
Faye pulled away before he could put action to thought. Her palm landed on his chest and pushed. “I want you to sit on the bed. I promised you a lap dance, remember?”
Lap dance? He vaguely recalled the strange words coming up in conversation but he’d never figured out what it meant. Was it code for underwear?
“Sit,” she ordered with another push. Not that she could have moved him.
Torkel chose to sit at the edge of the bed, feet planted. His gaze continued to look her over. When she turned, he choked on his tongue. A narrow strap across her back helped hold up her bra but it was the thin strap between the crack of her cheeks that had him hard and aching. He half rose from his seat.
“Don’t move, Torkel or you’ll miss the best part.”
There was more? He sat.
She fooled with the communicator and a heavy pulsing beat poured from the audio. “This was the closest I could get to stripper music but I like it. Drums and bass are good for sex.”
Sex sharing was included in this too? Torkel didn’t understand stripper but he added it to the list of words he would ask her about later. So far he had lap dance and stripper. He wanted more of both in his future. Especially when he came home from a mission as worn out as this one had made him.
Faye raised her arms above her head as her body swayed to the music. She turned to the side, giving him her profile as her hips gyrated back and forth. Her back arched as she ran her hands over her legs, up her side and into her hair. Torkel gripped the edge of the bed until his knuckles turned white.
She tipped one leg out and made a come hither motion with her hands. Torkel started to rise but she shook her head no and twirled her hips. When she spun around and gave him her back, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
“Fuck me,” he murmured.
The pink bottoms really were non-existent in the ba
ck.
She winked. “I plan to.” Her sassy retort was almost his undoing.
Keeping her legs straight, Faye bent over at the waist and peered at him from the left side. Her hair fell forward, touching the floor but she didn’t seem to care as she rocked her round ass left and right. The pink string taunted him with what he couldn’t touch, as her glistening folds beckoned.
The beat of the music slowed and so did Faye as she straightened. She tossed her hair and rolled her body in some erotic contortion before lowering herself to all four on the floor. Torkel panted.
Her knees spread as she pumped the floor and arched her back full out. Torkel fisted himself in his pants and bit back a strangled moan.
Using her hands, Faye pushed up to her haunches and licked her lips. His shaft pulsed in time to her sexy movements. She rubbed her hands over her breasts, squeezed and released before running her hands down her sides again as she climbed to her feet.
Faye walked toward him and Torkel noticed the pointed heels on the shoes she wore. Black shiny leather with a multitude of straps that should have been impossible to walk in.
She stepped between his parted legs and placed a hand on each of his thighs. Her eyes never left his face as she shimmied to the floor in a twisting motion before coming back up. Torkel inhaled, his gaze dropping to the plump breasts practically in his face. His shaft throbbed and his hips jerked upward.
One of her hands glided up his leg and rubbed him through his uniform pants.
“I’m on fire for you, Faye.” His body held on by a thread.
Faye eased her weight onto his lap and began a slow grind. She leaned forward and dragged her tongue down the column of his neck. Torkel’s eyes rolled in his head. Not even his desire to see this all the way through could have stopped him.
His hands latched onto her waist and he spun them both around until he had her on her back on the bed with him crouched over her. She smiled and widened her legs. “Welcome home, Torkel.”
He settled between her legs. “If this is how you welcome me, I will pretend to go away every night.”
She laughed and looped her hands around his neck. Torkel fingered the lace holding her breasts. “Would you be angered if I tore this?”
“Go for it.”
He pulled and the material snapped. Her breasts popped out, bold nipples hard and jutting. Torkel massaged a pink globe and sucked the tip into his mouth.
“Yes,” Faye hissed.
His hand squeezed the other, rolling her pebble-like nipple between his fingers. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and yanking. He released her nipple with a sigh of regret and sat up. Torkel rolled his shoulders to help her pull his shirt off which she threw to the floor.
“Take off the…underwear.”
He rose from the bed and hurried to undress while she slid the string of pink and lace off. Torkel rushed back to the bed and guided his hardness to the enticing curls between her legs.
“Torkel.”
He paused. If she stopped him he might actually cry. Desire glowed in her eyes encouraging him. “Hurry.”
She wasn’t refusing.
“My Chosen,” he declared as he possessed her, stretched and invaded her tender flesh. “Mine.”
“Yes, yours Torkel.” Her legs curled around him.
He wanted to be gentle, to treat her with the care she deserved but her dance had enflamed him and need overrode his wants. Vision clouded as ecstasy rippled from his sac. Her legs thumped against his back.
Torkel raised the sexy limb and placed it on his shoulder, spreading her to take him deeper. Deep enough she’d feel him when she left his bed. Deep enough to remember this moment each time she sat.
“Only I can give this to you,” he whispered, kissing her face, temple, and cheeks. He needed the affirmation.
“Only you, Torkel.”
He thrust and tunneled into her heated depths. That was all it took. She cried out and clenched around him. Moisture flooded below and his rings swelled. Torkel lost control and rocked faster until the dam broke and he burst into jagged pieces. He managed to fall to the side and not crush her beneath his weight.
Faye turned with him, pushing one leg between both of his, while curling an arm around his middle. Her look was one of appreciation and adoration. After that explosive climax, Torkel wasn’t certain how to respond. The only people to ever look at him the way Faye was right now were his parents and sister.
She poked him in the side. “Hey.”
He laid his head on the pillow and adjusted as she rested her head on his bent arm. “Yes?”
“I’m falling for you, Torkel.”
The breath shuddered from him. He stared into her gentle brown eyes. She’d said it calmly, without hint of deceit. Torkel swallowed passed the knot in his throat. Honesty compelled him. “I’ve fallen for you, Faye.”
Chapter 13
Faye moaned and her eyes snapped open. Torkel’s tongue hit her in the right spot and her hands smacked the bed hard as the orgasm ripped through her. When she regained her breath, Faye said, “What you do to me should be illegal.”
Torkel wiped his mouth on the sheet and eased up her body with a devilish grin. “What you wore last night should be illegal.”
Her heart did a happy dance. “Liked that, did you?”
“Hmmm.” He kissed her until she almost lost her train of thought.
Faye rubbed his broad shoulders. “Maybe you could return the favor.”
He frowned and leaned back. “You want me to wear your clothes.”
Faye’s mouth dropped. She thumped his shoulder for thinking it. “God, no!”
Torkel’s look of relief was laughable.
“I meant you should strip for me one night.”
He ran a finger over her lips. She nipped and sucked at the tip. His lids lowered and his arousal pressed snug between them.
“I would not do as well as you, Faye.”
“If you wore your kilt, I wouldn’t care.” She’d love to see him in nothing but that strip of leather again.
“Kilt, an ancient garment worn by Earth males,” he recited.
“Well,” she drawled, playing with a strand of his hair. “Whatever you called the leather skirt you had on when I chose you.”
His eyes widened and a blush stained his sharp cheek bones. “My loitte.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “You want me to wear it and strip? Dance to entice like you did last night?”
She got wet imagining the whole scene. “Yes. Absolutely.”
“I’ll consider it.”
Faye hadn’t expected that. She pressed her breasts against his chest. “Let’s practice what comes after the dance for now.”
His brown eyes smoldered as she rubbed the moisture leaking from between her thighs against him. “You’re an exquisite treasure that I never want to let go.”
“Seppi Torkel, are you in there?”
Faye squealed as someone pounded on their closed bedroom door.
Torkel groaned and dropped his forehead to Faye’s.
“Seppi Torkel? Don’t you love us?” A little girl’s voice joined the little boy’s.
Faye searched Torkel’s face. He rolled over onto his back and flung his arm over his eyes. The prominent erection she’d been enjoying wilted to half mast.
“Seppi Torkel,” both voices whined in unison.
“You will pay, Lissi,” Torkel roared, sitting up. “This is cruel even for you.”
Feminine laughter came through the closed door. “Come Aya and Boid. I’m sure Seppi will be right out.”
Faye sat up, pulling the sheet around her middle. Humor replaced her desire. “I think I actually understood all of that. Seppi is Uncle? And those are your niece and nephew.”
Torkel tossed the covers to the side and rose in all his naked glory. God bless the man’s lack of modesty. He snatched open a dresser drawer. “It is my sister and her children. Lissi is younger than me but from the moment of her birth she has
been a menace in my side.”
Faye chuckled though she mourned the opportunity to further explore morning sex with Torkel. “I bet if we shower together, I might be able to squeeze in a blow job.”
He held his clothes in his arms and faced her. “Please tell me blowjobs are as good as lap dances and strippers.”
Faye laughed until tears filled her eyes. “Better.”
He looked intrigued and tossed the clothes onto the bed. He picked Faye up and rushed her squealing into the cleansing room. After adjusting the water, they both climbed into the glass enclosure.
“Show me blowjobs, Chosen and I might consider your wish for me to wear my loitte and strip.” He quirked a brow in her direction.
It was incentive enough. Torkel in nothing but that brief bit of leather? Faye dropped to her knees, catching him off guard and fondled his thickening shaft. Her fingers bumped along the rings with each pull. Torkel fell back against the shower wall.
“If blow jobs are what I’m now thinking, you have my vow to strip in my loitte for you any time.”
Faye bit back her smile and wrapped her lips around him. He groaned and closed his eyes. She took him as deep as possible until the head bumped the back of her throat then eased off.
“Gods!”
One of her hands cradled his sac while the other worked his length. When her thumb and forefinger brushed the lower rings close to his base, the muscles in his thighs tightened. Faye focused her attention on sucking and rubbing. Soon he was rocking into her mouth with a steady rhythm. His hands dug into her hair, holding her still for his thrusts.
***
Faye pulled back and Torkel whimpered. She laughed and he vowed to pay her back for this torture. He glanced down and his knees weakened. Water ran down her body in rivulets that drew his eyes. He was jealous of each drop as it caressed her rounded curves. But nothing held him still as much as the sight of his Chosen. Lids heavy, she swiped her tongue over the flushed head of his length.
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