He’d lost his mother, his sisters, his niece, and so many other women. Treya was bitchy at first but the faces she made at the idea of Lacey being kidnapped? She’d been through a lot of bad stuff, too.
And she didn’t get to have Daxx.
I did.
Me.
If I smartened up and didn’t blow it.
***
I woke up to a horrible sound. It sounded like wind and thunder and lightning and hail, and screaming.
I bolted upright and Daxx caught me.
“It’s okay. It’s just a storm. It’ll be over soon.”
Banshee was on the floor by the window, screaming like a wailing starving baby. The purple night sky ahead of us looked angry with clouds, which looked red. Blue and purple and green streaks that looked like a cross between lightning and lasers shot to the water from them. The water was twirling and spinning in what looked like multiple funnel clouds and orange hail-sized rocks were pelting against the window.
I was trembling hard. What a sight. That big window looked like a screen for a sci-fi weather horror movie laser show.
“Banshee, come. It’s okay,” I said and the polar pup dove into bed with us. He squirmed in between me and Daxx and I held his trembling furry body.
“Hey, Banshee-boy, it’s okay.” I pulled the blankets over him and he was trying to climb into my skin.
Daxx put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder and leaned back against the pillows and watched as the crazy storm raged on.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” I said.
“You see why it’s important to be indoors when you see the orange alert,” he told me, “They happen frequently this time of year. We have several nights ahead with these, according to the forecast.”
We were cuddled up watching the storm and Banshee wasn’t screaming any longer but he was still trembling under the blankets, down by our feet. I found it kind of cool to watch, now that I knew I was safe inside, safe in Daxx’s embrace. I’d never gone from so afraid to feeling so safe like that in a heartbeat before.
The pelting slowed and then so did the frequency of streaks coming from the sky and the wind slowed down and then the clouds moved away and all was calm.
“It came from nowhere and left just as quickly,” I remarked.
Banshee’s cute fluffy head poked up out of the bottom of the blanket and he was sniffing the air cautiously.
“It’s okay, boy. It stopped.” He squirmed back up to where we were and butted my chin with his head and then put his front paws on my stomach and started kneading me with them as if he was a cat.
“Banshee down,” Daxx pointed, making him scurry down. The fluff ball went to the window beside his cushion and pressed his nose to it and kept making a sniffing noise. After a minute, he flopped back down on his cushion, evidently satisfied that it was over.
“He’s such a character,” I said, amused.
Daxx made a Mm sound of agreement.
I felt awkward, suddenly, being against him, his arm around me.
“Well, um, goodnight,” I said.
“Goodnight.” He moved away first and his back was to me.
And I missed his touch. And I was kind of miffed at myself for it. I tossed and turned.
I wanted to know more about him. I wanted him to return to that playful guy he’d been on day one. My being upset at his actions changed us both. I wanted to be mad at him. But I didn’t. I wanted to be mad but have him still be that playful guy who had a huge crush on me and who talked dirty to me and put his hands and mouth on me like he had every right to do so. I wanted to be mad but I kind of wasn’t. And that made me mad at myself for being so psycho.
I tossed and turned some more.
There was no way to get home. There were more Earth women coming. So many more that no one would care what I wanted. I was inconsequential to my planet.
This was my life now.
I wanted to know more about what life would be like here. Would I be safe to go out on my own at any point in the future or would I always be at risk of being stolen? Could I work? Would I have an opportunity to make friends? Would I also be at risk by those who hated Earth women? That one guy at the transportation hub had looked at me with disdain.
I fluffed up the pillow and shifted a few other pillows and put my head down. I was looking at Daxx’s back. It was bright enough with the way the stars in the sky lit the room, to make out the lines and angles of his body. His back was naked. It was broad, strong looking. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to taste it. To curl into it and get lost, letting him take care of me. But I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want that, should I? Was it a feeling of hopelessness or was it something else making me feel like this?
My head was too propped up now so I pulled one pillow out and moved it. I couldn’t look at his back anymore because it was making me squirm with arousal. I was about to turn back around so that I wasn’t looking at him when he spun over and pinned me, on my back, my arms held over my head.
He was leaning over me, his chest to mine, breathing heavy, “Do you have cydia pods in your panties?”
“Uh…what pods?”
“You’re making the bed shake.”
“Sorry.”
“You thirsty?”
“No.”
“You feel okay?”
“Uh… yeah.”
“Frightened of the weather?
“No.”
“You need something?” His voice dropped an octave when he asked that.
I shook my head because I was incapable of speech.
“Sure about that?”
I nodded but with a big breath and my nipples brushed his chest and I felt the tingles there and everywhere else, too.
He let go of me and turned over, his back again to me.
I laid there staring at the ceiling, chewing the inside of my lower lip. Nipples still tingling.
Shit.
Shit, shit, fuck.
-19-
DAXX
It took everything in his power to give her this space he’d vowed to give her. After kissing her on the way over he told himself he had to let her be. Let her come to him for physical contact. He’d smelled arousal coming from her when she was wiggling around the bed and had a suspicion that if he made a move, she’d welcome it. But he’d been telling himself he wanted her to make a move and he’d felt, a few times, like she’d been on the cusp of doing that.
When he’d gotten in bed with her and had seen she was asleep wearing an item of his clothing he’d almost laughed out loud. He’d purposely left her with nothing for bed other than sexy lingerie and hid her own sleepwear that she’d had in that zippered bag from Earth.
He’d had to pay extra for quick delivery of the clothing, too. The textiles industry was going a little bit crazy getting geared up for all these women again, all these smaller women, but he’d had a good friend with a clothing company who expedited an order to Daxx in return for a few extra cases of wine from Daxx’s premium personal stock. Strom must have opened a box of lingerie judging by the look he’d given Daxx earlier that night.
Jetta had chosen something of his to wear rather than something revealing and Daxx found it even sexier that she was in his clothing.
He’d warned his father, earlier, of how the group of men had made him feel like he was attending a mandatory panel interview. Brows were raised as the rumors were beginning to circulate about Spar Blackstar stealing a female. That’s how it was being phrased.
Daxx was frank with his father, wanting him to know what he’d encountered. It was too easy for Spar to ignore what was happening outside his gates as he dealt with people at a government level and with all the tasks around the matchmaking ceremonies he was in a bit of a bubble communication-wise and Daxx didn’t want him caught off guard if someone decided to take him to task for it.
Spar waved it off and told Daxx not to worry, that he was prepared to deal with the consequences of his actions.
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sp; “Even if it means losing my position, it’s worthwhile. She’s becoming more delightful by the day, Daxx!”
Daxx was glad to hear that Spar was happy. He knew firsthand the difference a female was making in his own life.
He spent time dealing with some business issues while giving Jetta space in the evening and now, in bed, while she fidgeted and gave off that delectable scent of wanting him, he held his urges in check. Somehow. But it was proving to be a long night.
-20-
JETTA
He was awake a long time, too, I suspected. And he wasn’t making any moves toward me. Eventually, I fell asleep, but now, in the morning light, I had the feeling that he was waiting for a green light from me in order for things to move forward.
So, I told myself that I was going to give him one. A green EARTH light, not a green PHALLYX light.
He was already up when I woke and I saw him from the window on the ledge that was below the level I was on, examining plants in a squat. Strom was standing there with him and Strom was laughing. Strom was wearing no shirt and a pair of faded-looking trousers that looked like a cross between cargo pants and jeans with a thick black belt. He had on boots that looked a lot like Doc Martens. Daxx was in a pair of tan cargo pants with plenty of pockets and they were rolled to his calf. He was barefoot, bare chested, his hair slicked back as if he’d swam or showered. He looked gorgeous. All that skin, all those muscles. I was practically drooling. Daxx was being animated with hand motions and Strom was obviously enjoying whatever the story was.
I walked to the food machine and ordered a coffee. I stood there and watched Daxx scold Banshee with a finger wave as Banshee had climbed a staircase between ledges and was trampling some plants. Daxx picked up a stick and tossed it toward the water and Banshee took a leap off the ledge after it and I gasped, watching my beloved white fluffball plummet two storeys, my hands against the glass. But he landed in the water and immediately appeared again, the stick in his mouth as he swam to shore and started to trot proudly up the stairs with the stick in his mouth.
Strom laughed and said something and then caught my eye and waved. Daxx looked over his shoulder and up at me and his face split into a gorgeous smile. I was standing there in Daxx’s shirt with my hair all messy and I felt self-conscious. I was also astounded at how beautiful my husband was.
My husband. Wow. Would I ever get used to that?
I gave a little wave and then I slipped into the bathroom just as Banshee was back at Daxx’s side wanting to continue the ‘fetch’ game.
I searched for my bag and finally found it in that ‘brains of the house’ room so carried it up to the bedroom, showered, and then dressed in a bikini and a sarong and put sunglasses on my head, leaving my hair wet. These were with my things as I’d been told by the Clipboard Asshole fucker who invited me to that “workshop” that it was at a hotel and so I’d brought my swimsuit in case there was downtime. The bikini was a black and teeny tiny string bikini. I had on a white nearly sheer sarong with a sexy fringe on it around my waist. I grabbed Daxx’s tablet and my coffee and headed down to the beach level and stepped outside.
It was absolutely gorgeous outside. Hot and sunny and the sand felt like baby powder between my toes. I took my sarong off my waist and spread it out on the ground and got to the ground and spread out on my back on it, ready to catch some rays.
I felt eyes on me. I glanced up without moving my head, my sunglasses giving me a bit of an advantage and saw both Daxx and Strom standing on the ledge just a level up from me. Strom said something and I didn’t make out the words but Daxx said something back and his words sounded harsh. I watched Strom laugh from behind my sunglasses and then he climbed a staircase leading to the ledge further up and then disappeared from my view. I heard a splash and saw Daxx had taken a dive into the water. I heard a second splash as Banshee had followed him.
A few minutes later I felt water dripping on my belly. I opened my eyes and saw Daxx standing over me. He was in his underwear and not only were they tented, he looked amazing. Wet. Muscled. Aroused. He was looking down at me.
Aye Chihuahua; the only thing hotter in the universe than Daxx Blackstar was a wet Daxx Blackstar.
“Good morning,” I said.
His eyes traveled the length of me and he grunted.
“I thought a cool off would help but it didn’t.”
“Hm?” I asked innocently, liking the lusty look on his face.
“You’re in your underwear.”
“It’s a swimsuit.”
“The swimsuit is very small… did you bring that with you from Earth?”
“Yes.”
He clenched his jaw and shook his head, “Did you have breakfast?”
“Not hungry. You hungry?” I asked.
He opened his mouth and I watched the tip of his tongue trace inside his upper lip.
“Yeah,” he said, finally.
“Okay, I’ll grab something later. I’m just catchin’ some rays.”
He stood there a minute, looking at me. I turned over onto my belly, reached back, and undid my bikini top and then put my arms over my head. I could still feel his presence.
“What are you doing?” he grunted, sounding angry.
“Avoiding tan lines.”
He walked off.
He was evidently angry at something.
Or was he trying to resist me?
Which one? And why?
I lounged for a bit on my belly and then carefully did my bikini top back up and turned back over. He was watching me from the balcony at the top of the house, dressed in dark pants and a green shirt the shape of a v-neck t-shirt but of a silkier non-cotton material. It hugged his muscles particularly well. I got up and brushed the sand off myself and did a big stretch, arching my back, and then bent over slowly, giving him a full view of my boo-tay. I lifted my wrap and went inside. Banshee followed and went to a small area by the door where his food and water were set up. I climbed up to the top floor where Daxx was and found him drinking coffee and looking at his phone.
I went to the food machine, “Did you eat?”
“No,” he said a little snippily.
“Everything okay?” I asked, turning to him.
His eyes did a sweep of me, “Yeah.” He got up and with his coffee and his tablet, he strolled down to the other end of the room where a hallway branched off. He’d said yesterday that his office was down there but I hadn’t seen it yet. I heard a door slam.
I felt a little helpless for a minute. What the heck was I supposed to do. Sit around bored? What did I expect him to do, though; entertain me? Yes. I guess I did. I also expected that me in that bikini would maybe be irresistible. I guess he was successful at trying to resist me.
***
I changed into a dress that he’d bought for me. It was a very nice summery strapless dress that was of some sort of crepe-like fabric. It was pale lilac and hit just above my knee with a flowy lightweight skirt and had quite some serious cleavage as well as lots of back showing. It managed to hug my torso tight without being constricting. I started playing with the make-up and it was the bomb. It slid onto my skin like lightweight silk and worked wonders.
My hair had dried a little wavy so I scrunched some of my own hair gel into it and left it a little bit sexy messy and went with red lips and smoky eyes. I had some nail stuff in my gym bag so took off my toenail polish and painted my nails red and then sat and applied little tiny diamond stickers in a heart pattern on both of my big toes. I had a few pairs of earrings in my bag so put in a pair of big hoops and put on a few bracelets.
I did all of this watching Purple Rain on that tablet so that I could have the background music to keep me company. Banshee was asleep in the corner, looking a bit raggedy after his swim so I took a hair brush and then sat and brushed him afterwards. He loved every minute of it. Daxx walked in while I was sitting on the floor brushing his belly and giggling because I’d hit some sort of ‘tickle’ spot that made Banshee’s back leg jiggle
.
Daxx froze, his eyes on me. I got to my feet and fluffed out my skirt.
“It’s pretty awesome that he’s so fluffy and yet he’s not shedding all over me. I’m having pancakes. Want some?”
He just stood there.
“Did I do something to upset you?” I asked softly.
He shook himself out of some sort of daze, “No.” His brow was furrowed.
I looked over at the food machine and my food was a minute from ready so I picked up my nail polish and other stuff and put it into the drawer that I’d figured out would whisk everything away until I needed it again.
“What a fantastic invention,” I mumbled, hitting the button on the machine that would send it away to inventory.
“You look beautiful,” he told me. He sounded sad, though.
“Thank you,” I said, “That green shirt does amazing things for your eyes. Which are amazing enough on their own.”
He smiled but it didn’t reach his gorgeous eyes and that made my heart hurt.
“I have to make a few calls but would you like to see the farming operation when I’m finished?”
“Sure.”
“Perhaps less formal clothes?”
“Oh. Sure. I was just playing a bit of dress up. I didn’t know what else to do with myself and saw all the nice things you bought me. Thank you, by the way. And the make-up is fantastic.”
“As is the canvas,” he said and smiled, “You’re very welcome. I’ll see you soon.”
“I might take my breakfast outside and get more sun, maybe try to find something to watch. Unless there’s a reading app. Is there?”
“I don’t know. I have an e-reader if you’d like it.
”Oh, sure. Thanks,” I said, “Do you need your tablet?”
“No. I have another. Consider it yours.” He left the room.
I changed back into my bikini and sarong put on a pair of flip flops that I had with me and then after I finished eating, he showed me his wine-making operation as well as some green houses where more herbs were being grown. He explained the fruit and herb varieties and talked to me as if he were giving a tour to someone from the public. It was weird.
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