by Bianca D’Arc
Chapter Seventeen
Jim didn’t understand the myriad of strange emotions running through his brain at the moment, but he did know lust. He figured he’d go with that for now. There would be time to figure out the rest later.
Right now the most urgent thing on his mind was getting inside Gina. Again and again. The caveman in him came to the fore, and it was a good thing Grady didn’t challenge him. He was just in the mood to enforce his will, no matter who stood in his way.
He liked the way Gina responded to his inner barbarian and if he wasn’t much mistaken, she got a little thrill out of it too. Grady only registered as a background presence, though Jim had enjoyed watching the alien fuck Gina more than he’d thought possible.
And he’d watched. Every slide inward. Every moan from her lips that had vibrated against his own cock. He’d never been hotter in his life.
He didn’t know what that meant beyond making him a pervert, but if he was, then so was Gina. And he refused to believe anything negative associated with her. So maybe being a little pervy wasn’t so bad after all. She’d enjoyed it. Hell, he’d enjoyed it. He assumed Grady had too, though at this point, Grady was there because it would hurt Gina to dismiss him. Jim would have been content to keep her all to himself, but not at the expense of her happiness.
He didn’t want to drive the guy crazy either. The very real possibility that the giant soldier would go insane without Gina was both alarming and brought out Jim’s protective nature. Sure, he was an alien, but he was a living being with emotions. Jim didn’t want to be responsible for making the guy go nuts.
Any further introspection was halted by the soft sway of Gina’s generous breasts as they came into view. She was dressed only in her panties, and they were very obviously damp. He knew Grady had come inside her, but the thought of it didn’t turn him off at all. Quite the contrary. It was titillating to see evidence of their shared passion.
Jim walked up to her, halting her hands on her hips as she prepared to lower the thin scrap of material that covered her pussy.
“No. Let me.” His breathing grew harsh as excitement rose. She met his gaze, and he could see the spark of intense desire in her expression. She liked his commands.
Jim scooped her up into his arms and moved to the bed.
“Pull back the covers.” He sent his words in Grady’s general direction and a moment later the covers were whisked away, leaving a broad expense of white cotton sheet exposed. Jim lowered her to the bed, in the exact middle of the big, soft platform. Her eyes held his as he moved away, his hands reaching for the edges of her panties.
In a swift move, he slid them down her legs and off, flinging them away. Her legs parted and he sat between the firm pillars of her thighs, gazing down at his conquest. Her pussy was neat, the hair kept trimmed and tantalizing. He loved the look of her, especially now, her folds swollen from hard use.
Grady wasn’t a small man. Jim had enjoyed watching her take the alien’s thick cock, but he would like watching her take his own even better.
“Our woman isn’t hot enough.” He finally spoke to Grady, though his full attention was on Gina. “Nibble on her tits, Grady. Maybe that will help.”
Gina’s gasp was his reward. With another person to help surprise her, this could be fun. Grady’s blond head dipped as the giant complied with Jim’s order. He didn’t know why, but he felt the need to assert control this time. It was a dominance thing that he needed to sort out, but for now, it felt damned good and he saw how Gina enjoyed it.
“Would you look at that?” Jim said speculatively, his gaze focused on her wet folds. “She’s all creamy and wet. I like that.” Dipping his fingers into her warmth, he tested her readiness. He liked the way she squirmed under his hand, as if eager for more. He started a light rhythm, building her passion, watching her progress, and he and Grady played her body like a finely tuned instrument.
He increased his possession, adding another finger while he watched Grady play with her nipples. They were hard little points in his hands and mouth, indicating her elevated arousal. When she was near the point where every touch brought a series of harmonic vibrations, he eased off, removing his fingers from her slick pussy.
“Grady, let’s flip her over. I want her on hands and knees for this.” Gina shot him a questioning look as Grady eased away, but Jim didn’t answer. He had something a little different in mind for this encounter, and he wanted her trust.
They positioned her, and she complied beautifully. Jim smoothed his palms over the round globes of her perfect ass, adding a little tap for good measure that made her squeak. But she smiled back at him, moving her butt under his palms in approval, wanting more. Grady seemed surprised, but refrained from saying anything. Jim was glad the warrior was letting him call the shots this time.
“You take that end—,” Jim pointed Grady toward her head, “—while I keep things interesting over here.” Jim insinuated himself between her spread knees, bringing himself up close to her bare ass and the wet place he wanted to claim—as soon as he got his pants off. Damn. He should’ve thought ahead. Every moment of delay annoyed him. He wanted to be inside her now.
Unzipping and shoving his pants down to free his aching cock, he didn’t waste any more time once she was within his grasp. He slid home within her folds with a minimum of fuss, resting there once he’d claimed her channel, reveling in the warm, slick feel of her around him.
Drinking in the sensations, he looked upward, over the long, sinuous line of her back, to see Grady, his hands on her breasts as he bent over her upper half. A lean to the side showed him Gina had been busy. She had Grady’s pants open, and his hard cock was being treated to the heaven that was her mouth and tongue.
Jim grasped her hips and began to thrust. As he moved forward, his motion propelled her onto Grady’s cock. The warrior looked up, clearly startled as Jim did it again. Jim could only grin.
“Let me do the driving this time,” he said in a low voice as he continued to pump.
Grady straightened, most likely so he could watch Gina’s motion on him—probably also to be certain Jim didn’t push her too hard. Jim liked the way the Alvian looked out for her. Between the two of them watching over her, she’d be in good hands.
The thought was startling and had an oddly comforting feel to it. Maybe Jim was more resigned to this weird threesome than he’d thought. He knew one thing—trying to think reasonably while he was buried balls deep in Gina’s hot pussy wasn’t really possible. Better to concentrate on the way she felt around him and the way he wanted to drive her to the biggest climax she’d ever known.
It was a good goal.
Jim began to move more forcefully, holding her by one hip as he slammed into her hot core, the other hand caressing around front, teasing her clit. He pinched, and she whimpered around Grady’s cock. Her belly clenched, and he knew she liked it.
But he wanted to prolong this a little. He eased his hand away, rubbing her ass, then swatting her playfully while she squeaked. He loved that sound.
He spanked her again, just to hear it, and felt her channel contract around him even as her body produced even more lubrication to ease his way. It wouldn’t be long.
Jim timed his thrusts, driving into her powerfully, moving her whole body. She understood the rhythm, as did Grady, who leaned back so she’d be able to take as much of him as she wanted with each forceful thrust of Jim’s hips.
It worked. Better than Jim had ever expected. The three of them worked together like a well-oiled machine and it was only their second encounter. Who knows what they’d be able to do given a few months to get to know each other better.
Jim reached around, tickling her clit while his hips increased their pace once more. He was close, and he wanted her to go with him. Whether Grady would join them was up to him, but what man could resist Gina’s climax? Certainly not Jim, and he’d bet Grady couldn’t either.
As she peaked, Jim came in a blinding rush, jetting inside her as he pus
hed into her and held. And held. And held.
Dimly he was aware of Grady’s final groan. As he’d suspected, the alien couldn’t resist an orgasmic Gina either.
The shared climax was powerful. Pushing things beyond even the magnificent orgasm they’d achieved on the lakeshore. Jim held inside her for long minutes as his balls emptied and fire crashed through his veins. Little pumps of his hips drew out the bliss as he shut his eyes and concentrated on the incredible feeling of being inside his woman.
When the final echoes died away, he withdrew, lifting Gina in his arms and laying her on her back on the bed. She was between him and the alien warrior. As it should be. They would surround her. Walk on either side of her through life. Protecting her from all who would try to harm her.
He didn’t know how it would all work out yet, but that was the goal. It was a worthy one and one he’d do his best to achieve it. There were some things to work out between his duty to his people, her allegiance to the alien brotherhood and Grady’s ongoing participation in the alien experiment, but God willing, they’d figure a way to keep this bliss, this nirvana, between the three of them.
Jim collapsed at her side, barely noticing when Grady tossed the covers over all three of them. He faded into a satisfied sleep with his woman at his side.
Dawn underground was more a matter of timekeeping than actual sunlight. The base’s artificial intelligence simulated sunlight in most areas of the complex, including the barracks—for those on the day shift, which included guests.
The lights came up gradually but by nine o’clock in the morning, Jim couldn’t ignore the glare anymore. He stretched and yawned, puzzled to find himself alone in the big bed.
“Where the heck is everybody?” he ventured telepathically, hoping Gina was in range.
A mental giggle came back in Gina’s distinctive tones. “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
They kept up a teasing telepathic dialog while he dressed, made his way to his quarters, showered and dressed again, this time in fresh clothes. By the time he found her lingering over coffee in the cafeteria, breakfast was almost over. He managed to snag a tray and some food before the kitchen shut down and sat with a beaming Gina until Mike found them about a half hour later.
Grady was off with Bill somewhere, and Gina had promised to teach self-defense moves to some of the women in the gym. When Mike asked Jim to spend the day with the cousins going over plans for potential cooperation between the two bases, he agreed readily.
Jim had lunch with the cousins, reaching out to Gina telepathically from time to time. She was making friends in the gym and had been invited to share lunch with some of the women. Grady was still out, but Mike and Dave told Jim that the Alvian contingent had decided to spend the day together, comparing notes on doings in the Alvian cities and installations.
It was dinner before Jim saw Gina again. Grady was sitting with her at the cousins’ table as on the first night, but this time Jim didn’t feel that same jealousy he’d felt before. This time, he was able to take his seat with calm satisfaction, knowing the three of them had come to at least the beginnings of an understanding. Gina greeted him with a kiss, and he could feel how happy she was to have him—and Grady—by her side.
After dinner, they joined the group in the main hall, where a few couples were dancing. Grady went after drinks while Jim took Gina on a spin around the dance floor.
“I haven’t danced like this in too long,” Gina said wistfully as she rested her cheek against Jim’s shoulder.
“Me neither. I think we’ll have to implement something like this back home, if possible. It’s good for everyone to socialize at the end of the day.”
The music picked up and strains of Glenn Miller’s “In The Mood” came over the speakers. Gina shot him a daring look, and he spun her into a modified Lindy step. In a matter of minutes, they were putting on a show. Both of them were athletic and great dancers. By the time the song ended, they had a small circle around them and several other couples.
The classic music ended to a raucous round of applause, and Jim reeled Gina in close to his side as they made their way off the dance floor. Grady waited for them, on the edge of the crowd, a strange expression on his face. Gina’s laughter died as she went to him, hugging him close.
“What’s wrong with him?” Jim asked her telepathically. They’d promised not to use telepathy around Grady, but this conversation was for his own good. Jim felt justified.
“He feels left out. I guess Alvians don’t dance.”
“So teach him.” A gentle waltz had started playing over the speakers.
“You don’t mind?” Gina’s gaze beseeched him.
Jim walked up to them. “Why don’t you give it a try, Grady? Gina can show you how to waltz.”
“We don’t have anything like this among my people,” Grady hedged, looking uncertain. “I’m not sure—”
“You’ll do fine. Anyone as athletic as you are can pick up a waltz in no time. Trust me.” Gina tugged on his arm, leading him toward the dance floor. She sent Jim a parting look and a private message. “You’re a sweet, sweet man, Jim.”
“Don’t let that get around. You’ll ruin my image,” he joked back as they took the floor.
Jim watched as Gina showed Grady the basic steps and after one false start, they were off, whirling around the floor with the other dancers. Gina was right. Grady was an athlete and well coordinated. It didn’t take long for him to pick up the basic idea and start improvising as he watched the other couples on the floor with them.
By the time the dance ended, Gina was wreathed in smiles and Grady looked triumphant. Such a small thing to inspire such happiness. Jim marveled at it as they came back to him. He felt happy for them both. A strange feeling, to be sure, but one he knew he could get used to. It was actually kind of cool to watch Grady learn how to be human—how to feel and react. And it was also a big responsibility to try to help him grow into the emotions that were so new to him.
In a way, Jim felt sorry for the big guy. He seemed so confused much of the time. But Grady was also a warrior—someone Jim could respect. They could probably learn a lot from each other, and Grady would be an asset when making plans for how to best utilize the resources at their disposal should it come to war with the Alvians. He had a reputation as a superior strategist.
But thoughts of war were for another time. Right now, Jim wanted to enjoy the time he had left with Gina before he had to return home. Talks with the cousins all day had helped firm up their plans. They’d be returning to Colorado in a group. He’d take the pod from his facility back and a team from here would follow in one of their own pods. The makeup of the team wasn’t decided yet, but it was a good plan and they’d leave in the next couple of days.
The idle time with Gina would be over soon. Jim hadn’t yet asked whether she’d be returning with him to Colorado. He was almost afraid to broach the subject because that would bring reality all too close. Grady had to be considered. He undoubtedly had a ship secreted somewhere nearby and at some point he’d have to make a choice.
He would either return to the Alvians or go AWOL. If there was some third possibility, Jim didn’t know what it was, but the cousins had counseled him to wait and see. The Oracle said Grady had a role to play, and Caleb O’Hara was seldom wrong. According to his vision, things would work out—somehow. Jim just didn’t know how yet.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Gina smiled at him as she touched his arm.
“Sorry. I was woolgathering.” He straightened from his slouch against the table and pulled her in for a quick hug. “What do you say we blow this popcorn stand?”
“What did you have in mind?” She blinked up at him, and he knew they were on the same page.
“What do you say, Grady? You in the mood?”
“Mood for what?” Grady looked confused. “I don’t understand any of what you just said. What’s a penny, and why would she give you one for your thoughts?”
“So you were willing to pay him for his thoughts? Shouldn’t such things be free between mates?” Grady frowned at Jim, and he had a hard time not laughing in the alien’s face.
“They should indeed,” Gina agreed readily as she started walking, taking Grady with her. Jim followed along close behind.
“Where are we going?” Jim protested when they neared the main entrance to the underground complex. There was a series of tunnels before they’d reach the outside, but this short tunnel, sealed by two huge, metal blast doors, was the entrance to the facility itself.
“I heard about a special place, just outside, in one of the side tunnels. A hot spring.” She sent him a daring look that immediately fired his libido. It didn’t take much to get his motor running where Gina was concerned.
“You don’t say?”
“It’s secluded and private with an independent water source. The ladies I spoke to swore by it for bathing…and other things.”
“Really?” Jim allowed her to coax him out into the small entry tunnel.
There were guards posted at both ends of the small tunnel—one inside the facility and one just outside, in the tunnels. The man inside gave Gina a wink as he heard where they were headed. The second guard cautioned them to be back before they sealed the facility down for the night at midnight. They had a couple of hours to enjoy themselves.
The grotto was lovely. Jim peeked into the chamber before entering, noting as Gina placed a discrete marker at the entrance.
“What’s that for?”
“So we won’t be disturbed. The ladies came up with this little system.” She winked at him.
“Ingenious,” he agreed, pulling her hips to his as he leaned in for a quick kiss.
He was aware of Grady behind them, but didn’t pay the alien much mind until he brushed past. Jim raised his head and followed the alien warrior into the chamber, letting Gina precede him.