Last night she had cried herself to sleep, thinking she might never see him again, and now he was here with her, healthy, vigorous. And he couldn’t keep his hands off her, either.
He wrapped his arms around her as they moved on a walkway, and tapped on his arm com. “I’m letting them know we have some important things to do, so we’ll be there when we get there.”
“So we don’t have to rush?”
He pulled her in front of him so her back rested against him, with his arms wrapped around, his lips at the soft skin of her nape. “No rushing. We need to celebrate.”
They made it to her room, quickly. There was barely room for both of them to stand on the small floor space in front of her bunk. “You lay down first. I went shopping and I was thinking about you. I want you to see what I bought,” Sabralia said.
Kaistril tossed his clothing onto the floor and stretched on the tiny bunk.
Sabralia took off her dark blue gown, and the long pantaloons under it, all the while enjoying the sight of his long lean body on the small bunk. He was already hard, his length standing up proud.
Next to her skin, she wore a pink fuzzy sheath, some type of stretchy, fuzzy lace. It cupped her breasts, forming deep cleavage.
“That is amazing,” he said.
“I bought several. Some are leggings. They are designed to keep you warm. I thought they would be nice in the colonies.”
Kaistril sat up and pulled her to him so his face was right in her cleavage. “You’re not going to the colonies.”
“No?” she asked softly.
“No. You are coming home with me. You’ll share my quarters on the ship, and you’ll share my rooms at my mother’s palace.”
“Palace?” Her voice squeaked and Kaistril chuckled, dragging her on top of him so his erection was trapped against her soft stomach.
“I guess I forgot to tell you my mother is the Protectorate of New Prague.” His hands were gliding softly up and down her backside, drawing tingling circles on her bottom.
“Well, that actually explains a lot.” She feathered her lips against his silky chest hair, reveling in the texture.
“She’ll annul your marriage to Sirn.”
Sabralia smiled. “He won’t know where I am, anyway.”
“But I can’t marry you legally unless you are free of him.”
Sabralia sat up in shock. “You want to marry me? I thought you wanted to go back to your Tier.”
His hands cupped her breasts in the silky fuzz. “Not anymore. Now I want to settle in New Prague with my lovely wife and consult with our military. I’m an expert on Sirn’s cybots.”
“A real marriage? No harem? Children.”
“Yes, just you and our young. But I’ll bake the sweet buns. I’m a better cook.”
Tears filled her eyes and he pulled her down and kissed them away.
“I love you, Sabra. I want us to be together. I want the life we can build together.”
She sighed. “That’s what I want, also.”
With a groan, Kaistril rolled her onto her back. “Want to be inside,” he whispered as his lips trailed along her neck. “It’s been too long.”
“No more waiting,” she agreed, wrapping her legs around his hips, welcoming his rigid flesh with equal urgency.
He slid into her in a hard, urgent rush and she met him clutching him to her with her legs and pussy, enjoying his gasp of delight. She met his hard thrusts with undulations of her own, reveling in his strength, in the wild passion between them.
Later, they took a private transport to the jump ship. Kyler still hadn’t arrived back at the ship, though all his vitals showed normal on Karvar’s screen.
“Do you think your brother is all right? They haven’t caught him, have they?”
“No, the signal is good,” Karvar said. “I wired a panic button that will pick up sounds, heart rate, all that. He seems fine.”
“Kyler is probably having the time of his life zooming around the sphere,” Kaistril said.
Karvar looked up from the com. “She’s coming with us? Not traveling on?”
“She’s going to be my wife.”
“Oh.” Karvar sighed. “Well, if you have a wife, and Kyler has agreed to marry the Chancellor’s daughter, then mother’s going to start arranging my marriage.” He went back to the com, looking depressed.
“Life is tough, little brother,” Kaistril said with a chuckle.
Back in their quarters—a small room with a comfortable bed and separate bathing area—Sabralia said, “Your mother might not think our marriage is such a great idea, since she believes in arranging marriages for her sons.”
Kaistril snorted. “She can only suggest it. And why Kyler would go along with it I can’t fathom. Probably something to do with Kellac and I disappearing. Kyler’s the oldest. He always thinks he’s responsible for everything. Trying to make some happy family memories, I suspect.”
“Kellac is another brother?”
“Yes. He got imprisoned on a Puregen world. It’s a long story. I don’t even know the whole thing.” Kaistril gathered her into his arms and yawned. “I’m not quite recovered yet. Karvar said I would need extra rest for a week or so. I think we’ll have to spend most of the journey in bed.” He grinned.
Sabralia slid into the comfortable bed with him and rained affectionate kisses over his face. “Your recovery is my number one priority.”
Epilogue
Kyler landed with a hard thud into the utility tunnel, his head spinning with the impact, and he needed to catch his breath. Those soldiers were well-trained and persistent, he’d give them that.
He sat up and looked around to get his bearings. With the chip dead and floating around in the sphere, the only way Sirn’s men had to track him was through a visual. But they’d got a pretty good look at him before he dived off that glider. By now they knew he wasn’t Sabralia.
He tapped Karvar a message. Get off-hub, now. Followers persistent and well-trained. I’ll follow by public transport. They have my visual. Need to evade. Get films to Maman.
Star Goddess, he was tired. He hadn’t had a workout like that since he was an ensign. He lumbered to his feet, grimacing at the sore spots all over his body. He’d sat at a console too long for this type of action.
This utility level ran underneath one of the larger, busier plazas. He should be able to travel underneath and come out in another area undetected. Then he would work on a disguise and food and shelter.
As he turned a tight corner, a savory smell wafted toward him. Was he below a restaurant? That would be good. He could also hear voices. He must be coming to a storage area.
He turned again and came into an opening. Small children sat against the wall, slurping from hot tubes. A Star Woman, cloaked in the long white robes of her order, filled tubes from a keg and handed them to more children.
“Look, Sister Skyleen. A fancy man is lost in the U,” a small child’s voice piped up loud and clear over the chatter, catching the attention of the other children, who hushed.
Sister Skyleen whirled around with a swish of fabric from her loose robes.
They stared at each other in open-mouthed shock. He was stunned at the thick, fine golden hair that peeped under her hood, at the large, warm brown eyes and small freckled nose, and full coral lips.
Weren’t Star Women older? Hard and worn from devoting their lives to the unfortunate? This woman was…delicious.
He heard the movement behind him too late to counter it. There was a sharp rap on his skull and all went black.
The End
Author Bio
Take a shy, chubby, Catholic school girl bookworm from Montana. Hand her a stack of her much older brother's sci fi and fantasy novels, James Bond books and horror comics. Later, introduce Barbara Cartland and the world of romance fiction.
Get her a job or two in authentic, one room Montana schools, ala Laura Ingels Wilder. Marry her off to a great guy, move her to a big city in Tornado Alley, then pop three
daughters out of her in twenty two months (one set of identical twins).
Then, make her a jinx. Every great genre TV show she loves gets the ax- Beauty and the Beast, Dark Angel—and Buffy and Spike NEVER have a happy ending! She gets upset about no romance in the world, and fires up to write her own stories with happy endings.
Throw this all together into a small house in Wyoming, along with a large dog and too many cats, shake constantly, and pour it out onto a computer keyboard.
There! You have me, Melisse Aires
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