Braden nipped her ear. “I love it when you beg.”
“Please.”
“You got it, babe.”
Before she fully wound down from the wonderful climax, Braden lifted her and carried her, soaking wet, out and into his bedroom and laid her facedown on the bed.
*** *** ***
Elisa’s skin was slick and wet, her eyes warm with desire. Braden rubbed her dry with big towels and then quickly toweled off his own body.
He carefully eased out the plug. Elisa whimpered as it went, which made Braden’s pounding hard-on pound harder.
Braden smoothed her with lube, working a finger inside her. He was big, and the last thing he wanted was to give her pain.
He slid a pillow under her, lifting her to just the right angle, and Elisa smiled at him. She knew what was coming, and she wasn’t afraid.
Gently, Braden parted her cheeks and touched his tip to her well-lubed opening. He rubbed more lube on his cock, making everything nice and slippery.
Elisa felt him slide a half an inch inside before she instinctively clenched, but Braden soothed her with hands and voice.
“Hush now. You’re all right. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
His voice, as always, mesmerized her and made her believe him.
Another push, more of him. This was different from the plug, which was small and just there. This was Braden, hot, big, her Shareem.
Yes, she thought, and her body opened to him.
“That’s it.” Braden put a reassuring hand on her back. “That’s my girl.”
Elisa opened more, and Braden slid farther inside.
He stopped. Through her very tight walls, she could feel his pulse—one, two, three, four. Rapid, excited, exciting.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
Her breasts were tight, nipples hard little points that brushed the sheets. Wonderful. Her clit rubbed the pillow, pleasured by the friction. And then Braden’s heat all over her, his very hard cock pushing into her.
She was surrounded by him, penetrated by him. Elisa couldn’t move, but her whole body beat with pleasure. This was what Shareem did, what they were made for. Her heart soared. This was Braden, buried inside her. Gods, it was glorious.
Braden moved. Unbelievably, he went in farther. She couldn’t take it, she couldn’t. Elisa shook her head against the bed, bracing herself. She couldn’t.
And then she did. Braden was all the way inside her, his groan loud, his cock rigid. But it was slippery, and Elisa was loose and open, and he simply lay there, filling her.
“You’re all right,” Braden said, stroking her hair. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I know. I love you.”
Braden stilled. Elisa knew she shouldn’t have said it, but she had no control over her words right now. Her mouth said what she felt, and that was that.
“Elisa.”
Elisa pinched her lips together. She wasn’t taking it back. She loved him, she loved having him inside her, and Braden would have to live with it.
“You get me so excited,” Braden said. “With your body, and the noises you make, and what you say to me. So excited, I never know what I’ll do.”
Elisa looked back over her shoulder at him, wanting to see him. Braden was on his knees behind her, his skin beaded with sweat and the remains of water from the shower. His pulled-back hair was damp and dark, his eyes hot and blue in his hard face.
He was smiling, his smile positively sinful. He was around her and holding her and inside her. Touching, penetrating.
Braden leaned down and kissed her back, mouth hot. Elisa lowered her head again. Her come wet the pillow, her pussy so happy against the mounded cushion.
Braden nipped her skin, then he pumped into her. Slowly, in short slides, he started riding her. Nothing too hard or deep, just enough to make her crazy.
Without realizing she did it, Elisa slid her hand underneath her and clamped it to herself. She cupped her opening and her clit, moving against her own hand, needing to feel that. She craved release, but didn’t want it. Not yet.
“You’re learning, my sweetheart.” Braden’s voice was ragged. “You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes. I love it. I love it. I love it!”
Elisa’s come poured over her hand, her fingers working herself. Braden kept on inside her, ramrod hard and yet so smooth.
He rubbed her back, kissed her hair, glided in and out of her. Hot wildness filled her, heat rippling from the glorious friction. She loved what he did to her, loved him.
Elisa sobbed in her climax and still he rode her. On and on.
She’s so tight, so fucking tight. Damn it I love her.
Braden reveled in the sound of her voice, broken and crying his name. He loved how her climax opened her wide to him.
He wanted her now, he wanted her forever. Elisa squeezed him, not even knowing she did it. Her ass was so beautiful, and he knew that her pussy was too, where she rubbed herself with the heel of her hand. He wished he could see her pleasuring herself. Next time, a mirror.
Braden’s mind went blank to everything but the feel and scent and sight of her. He felt his seed work its way up and into her, too soon, but damn it was good.
Messy, messy, hot and fun. Gods, thank you!
Braden groaned as he pulled out of her, more spent than he’d ever been. He let himself collapse beside her, cuddling her so she spooned back against him.
They were sticky, sweaty, and the room smelled of lovemaking. Braden pushed Elisa’s still-working hand aside and cupped her bare, sweet pussy himself. Her clit was swollen, and he rubbed it for her, knowing how much she loved the fiery sensation.
Elisa rocked back against him, tired now, her sighs gratifying. She relaxed and closed her eyes as he played, a woman happy.
Her Shareem was happy too.
Chapter Fifteen
Hours later, Elisa woke, rolled over, and smiled up at Braden. “Can we do it again?”
So cute she was, eyes sparkling in anticipation. Braden kissed her mouth. “Naughty. Didn’t you get enough?”
“I don’t think so.”
Braden kissed her lower lip, which led to him licking the seam of her mouth, which led to a deep, tongue-melding kiss.
Elisa tasted good, all salty and warm. He licked the corners of her mouth and slid his hand up to cup her breast.
He loved her breasts. Firm globes, dusky tips, the areolas round to fill his mouth. Braden nuzzled the weight of one breast, licking upward until he drew the nipple between his lips.
Lovely. The soft satin of the areola and the hard point of the nipple felt good against his tongue. He suckled, drawing the nipple tighter. Elisa rose against him, pressing into his mouth.
Gods, he would miss her. Braden suckled harder, cupping her other breast. He loved the feel of her nipple against his palm almost as much as he did in his mouth.
Braden circled her nipple with his tongue one more time then slid his body upward until he lay on top of her, staring down into her eyes.
“Why green?” he asked.
She blinked. “Pardon?”
Braden touched her lashes. “You have green in your eyes. From where?”
“Oh, it’s from my great-great grandmother. She came here from Castor Seven a long time ago and married a Bor Nargan.”
Why she’d want to, Braden had no idea. “The women of Castor Seven must have beautiful eyes.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been there.”
“Neither have I. But I know they do, because you do.”
She smiled, liking the compliment, and Braden kissed her. These kisses weren’t heated, they were slow, sweet, loving. If she were his, it could be like this whenever he wanted.
While she’d slept, Braden had showered to clean himself and the toys. That meant he was perfectly ready to part her legs and slide inside her.
He made love to her, face to face, man to woman. No manacles, no plugs, no restraints. Just Elisa lifting to
him, and Braden leisurely loving her. It was slow, hot, and wonderful.
They warmed to each other until they were moving in rhythm, the room filling with soft cries and sounds of need. Elisa’s scent filled the air, and Braden’s eyes grew wet.
I love you, my librarian. He pushed all the way into her, taking her mouth in a long, dark kiss.
I will always love you. Forever and ever.
No matter what.
*** *** ***
How Elisa found herself, an hour later, dressed and staring at the closed door of Braden’s apartment from the outside, she never quite knew.
One moment she was drowsing with Braden after the sweetest lovemaking imaginable, the next he was harrying her out of bed, into her clothes, and out of his house.
Finished. Over.
The wonderful things they’d done inside that apartment would never happen again.
“I just got in some real strawberries,” the elderly woman who sold fruit said behind her. “Come and see. You look like you can afford them.”
Elisa turned, but everything was blurry through her tears. “I’m sorry. Not right now.”
“Huh. That’s Shareem for you. They lure you in, then they turn around and break your heart. Rio was the same.”
Elisa wiped her eyes and approached the woman, curious in spite of herself. “I thought Rio went to Ariel.”
“He did. Found the one, he told me. Rio was going to send her away for her own safety—sacrifice his happiness for her—but she convinced him to go with her. If you want Braden, you’ll do the same.”
Elisa’s tears threatened again. “But the wanting has to go both ways. Or it doesn’t work.”
“Don’t give up, love. You keep at him. I’ve watched Braden for the year he’s lived here, and only you have given him the haunted look he wears now. He needs you.”
“Braden’s pretty stubborn. It will take a lot to convince him.”
The woman nodded, not bothered. “You’ll do it. Now, have some strawberries, love. Finest in the city. I won’t even charge you.”
*** *** ***
Later that evening, Braden faced Rees in Rees’ little basement apartment. Talan had a nice plush hideaway for them on a moon resort, but Rees had kept this place. Getting to that moon resort wasn’t always easy, and he liked having crash space in town. And today, Talan taking the five of them to her resort villa, especially with the new rules, would have been impossible.
The basement room was crowded by the time Rees, Talan, Braden, Justin and Calder squeezed themselves in. Calder, the biggest of them, leaned on the doorframe of the bathroom’s open door.
Aiden and Ky weren’t coming—they were involved in a dispute with their landlord about Brianne staying with them, now that a human wasn’t allowed to be with more than one Shareem at a time.
Rees eyed Justin. “Braden wants you in on this, and I agree.”
“In on what?” Justin slid off his sun-blocking robes and hung them on the hook Talan indicated. Talan, the gracious hostess, offered them ale, water, or other drink of choice, which they each declined.
“Leaving.” Rees took a seat in front of his terminal, tapped a few things on the screen and brought up a list that looked like gibberish to Braden. “For the last few months, Talan and I, with the help of Brianne and Katarina, have been looking for ways to get Shareem off planet.”
“Yeah?” Justin looked impressed.
“You understand that me telling you this endangers you? If we’re terminated for it, so are you.”
Justin shrugged. “I never mind a little danger.”
“Rio says that Ariel is willing to take Shareem, but they like everything nice and neat and highly legal. Which means they will take us, but one at a time, over long intervals. That’s fine, but each of us getting off Bor Narga at long intervals would be a problem. We have to go all at once or the ones left behind get snagged by the patrollers.”
“I get that,” Justin said.
“I can arrange transport,” Rees said. “Braden was able to give me timetables, and Judith’s guy, Mitch, said he can hook us up with a pilot who asks no questions. Plus Mitch can help out himself, but his rig’s not big. I’ve seen it. Three seats and a hold that’s designed for cargo that doesn’t need to breathe. One of the seats is for the pilot, so that leaves room for two.”
Braden broke in. “Mitch knows that if he’s caught illegally transporting Shareem the officials of Bor Narga can arrest him, right? Plus they might arrest Judith as his accomplice, whether she knows anything about it or not.”
“Mitch understands,” Rees said. “And he says it’s not a problem because he won’t get caught.”
Braden grinned, figuring Mitch would say something like that, but Calder shifted. “So we trust Mitch? How do we know he’s as good as he says? Or that he won’t turn around and give us up to the patrollers?”
“I don’t think he will,” Rees said. “I’ve gotten to know him pretty well.”
“Yeah?” Calder went on. “And he’s going to do this because he loves you? Because he loves Shareem? Gods, don’t tell me he has the hots for Aiden. Aiden’s already too damn full of himself.”
“Not anything so funny,” Rees said. “Mitch is doing it for Judith. I think he’d do anything for Judith.”
“That bad?” Braden asked.
“That bad.”
Justin folded his arms. “Yeah, but will Judith do anything for Mitch? You’re trusting your life that Mitch won’t get pissed off at Judith for something sometime down the road and betray us.”
“If you all had been paying attention, you’d get it,” Rees said. “Mitch will do anything for Judith—and she’ll do anything for us. If she thought there was the slightest chance of Mitch giving us up, she wouldn’t have recommended his services to me.”
“That’s a lot of trust going around,” Justin said.
“We don’t have a choice,” Rees said. “This is the best chance we’ve ever had. Rio is opening things up for us on Ariel, but slowly. If we can get to some intermediary place—a station or planet that won’t extradite us—we can get to Ariel one at a time. We can pull this off.”
“What about Sirius III?” Braden asked Justin. “The sticklers for no human trafficking or selling sex?”
“That might work,” Justin said. “I know people there. A flood of Shareem might not be what they want—same problem as on Ariel—but they’re not as regulated as Ariel. At worst, we’d hang around in a Sirius spaceport waiting for clearance.”
“We might have to split over several places,” Rees said. “But my biggest worry is getting out of here in the first place. Justin, can you contact people on Sirius without getting caught? Or you can give names to me, and I’ll contact them. I know I won’t get caught.”
Justin lifted his brows. “You’re damn sure of yourself.”
Talan, who’d been standing behind Rees, smiled and caressed Rees’ shoulder. “He is. It’s tough to put up with.”
She gave Rees a look of such total love that Braden felt a twinge of envy. What they had was special, a bond that no one could sever.
“I can try,” Justin said.
“We can pay anyone necessary,” Rees said. “We’re good for it.”
“You all can pay them,” Justin said. “I won’t be going.”
Talan blinked in surprise. Rees’ look turned hard, and Calder pushed himself from the doorframe.
“We all go,” Calder said. “This is an all-or-nothing thing. Any of us left behind will get arrested and most likely terminated. It would be too risky for you to stay.”
Justin gave Calder an unworried look. “I came back to Bor Narga on purpose. I can’t leave. Not yet.”
“It’s not optional,” Rees said.
Justin shot his gaze right back at him. “Sorry, Rees. I can hide out in a desert colony or something so I don’t jeopardize your plans, but I can’t leave the planet. Not yet.”
Braden said nothing, the only one in the room knowing damn well wh
y Justin couldn’t leave. He didn’t blame Justin at all, because Braden wouldn’t want to go either.
Not if he knew he had a child, an impossible miracle of a child, living her life only a few miles away on the Vistara. Nothing short of a planet-wide disaster would drive Braden away from her, and then he’d stay behind to rescue her.
“I’m not leaving either,” Braden said. “I’ll stay with Justin.”
Justin shot Braden a surprised look, and Rees got to his feet.
“Damn it, this is not a debate,” Rees said. “You two want to stay here the rest of your lives getting inoculations, knowing you can’t ever have a real life? Is that really what you want?”
No, it wasn’t what Braden wanted.
Braden knew he could never have what he craved with Elisa. At the same time, he didn’t want to leave the planet she was on. If he stayed here, Braden could at least see Elisa, know she was all right, watch over her.
Braden understood exactly what Justin felt about his daughter, because it was what he was feeling about Elisa.
She stays, I stay.
“You’re coming,” Calder said, scowling at Braden. “Whether you like it or not. I’ll get Katarina to tranq you both, and I’ll carry you out if I have to.”
“Then you’d have a fight on your hands, my old friend,” Braden said.
Rees stopped in front of Braden, his blue eyes full of anger. “Braden, what the fuck? You hate it here. This planet is your prison, and I’m working my ass off to break you out. If you and Justin stay, you’ll be dead. You think the rest of us want to live with that?”
“Sorry, Rees,” Justin said. “I never meant to throw off your plans, but I can’t go. I’ll help you and the others get out of here, but I can’t leave.”
“Is it worth dying for to stay behind?” Rees demanded.
Justin didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”
Rees looked at Braden. “You too?”
Braden steadily returned the look. “Yeah.”
“Shit.” Rees was keeping his temper down with effort, Braden saw, one Dom trying to out-dominate another. “Braden, you know Elisa has already taken her vows. Giving them up and leaving the order for a Shareem would ruin her. She knows that.”
Braden’s heart was hurting like hell, but he gave Rees a calm nod. “She won’t choose me. I get that.”
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