Runner: The Fringe, Book 3

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  “I just wanted to see you in the light.” On the edge of a deep breath, he pressed her gently to him. “I want to see you and that glow in your eyes. Watch the colors change along the strands of your hair.” He nuzzled her neck. “I like seeing my lover in the light.”

  Curling herself to him in velvet thick shadows, she tilted her mouth to his ear. “I’ve never known darkness like this, privacy like this.” Soaking white lace slid smoothly along the rough edge of his button fly. “We’re alone out here, and that’s exactly what I want.” She rubbed her clit hard against the thick seam of his jeans as she lifted her face along his. “Don’t turn on the lights. Don’t see. Feel.” Taking her own advice, she felt the harsh rasp of his well-after-five shadow against her cheek. “Just stop thinking so much about everything and be with me.”

  Biting his ear, she gasped when he gripped her hips and pulled her hard against his body as he bucked up between her legs. Friction made a hot, hard swipe against her clit. She arched back as his hands cupped her bottom and pulled her even tighter.

  “This is getting very close to critical mass.”

  His voice sounded strained, harsh and yet almost pleading.

  “I know, Mr. Nash.” She tried not to moan, but she did when he molded her body to his with possessive intensity.

  “No, I don’t think you do.” He grasped her shoulders, pressed her back, and dragged his new beard down her face and her throat. He yanked down the zipper of her dress so he could force the scoop neck aside to rub his rough whiskers against the sensitive flesh of her breasts.

  She pulled her dress lower, exposing her lace-clad breasts to him. He couldn’t see what she did in the dark, but he knew, and he groaned, the low rumbling a call of encouragement.

  After sliding the dress off her arms, she angled his head to her breasts. “Tell me about critical mass, Mr. Nash.”

  “It’s too late.” Using his chin, he forced one cup down, drew her nipple into his mouth and nibbled the oh-so-tender flesh to a hard bud. He did the same to her other breast, then drew back.

  Waiting, she arched when he blew across her straining nipples. The icy wind contracted her skin and sent a sharp tingle down her body. Pulling back, she fumbled at the waist of his jeans. Even with her short nails, she couldn’t grasp the tab that would pop his straining top button.

  Thoroughly frustrated, he pushed her hand aside, grabbed the top of his pants then yanked hard, down and right. Every button popped apart with a smart thwhap that echoed in the dark of the bridge.

  “Can’t be so gentle all the time, Sweets.”

  Excited by the sheer physical prowess of his movement, she lowered her hand to the silk-covered heat of his erection. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” She stroked him through the fabric as she pressed her mouth to his ear. “I want to please you, Mr. Nash.”

  His body lifted up with his growl and she pressed her lace against his silk. Sliding against him, burning wet, soaking the fabric of his boxers, she said, “More than anything, I want you inside me, Foster.”

  He never let anyone call him Foster. His hatred for his given name bordered on pathological loathing. Yet from her mouth, her bold, direct and insistent mouth, suddenly his name didn’t sound so horrible.

  “I want you, Foster.” She took a deep breath that pressed her breasts against his chest and rubbed her hardened nipples against him. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone the way I want you.”

  Rocking her hips, her body a graceful torture, he tried once again to stop what seemed inevitable.

  “You don’t have to do this. I’ll protect you even if—”

  “I want to do this.” Jynx wrapped her arms around his shoulders and continued to slide her body along his. “Please tell me the truth that you do too.”

  “I want, Jynx. I want you. But—”

  “No buts.” With a sigh, she kissed him. “You want. Me too. That’s enough for now.” The wetness between her wantonly spread legs slid her along his silk-clad cock. Hot honey wet stroking him with maddening grace. All those fantasies of his youth were suddenly alive and in his arms.

  Jynx teased him with a small scrap of lace that would be so easy for him to yank away. If he could just plunge himself inside, one thrust into her tight heat, he’d know her body in every way that mattered. All he had to do was pull away his boxers and her saturated panties, and they would both scream with the pleasure of connection, in the dark, on the Damn You bridge, in the throne of his empire.

  “Wait.” When he pushed her away, she growled like an animal.

  “Wait for what?” His refined IWOG lady snarled at having her pleasure thwarted. What he wouldn’t give to see her blazing violet eyes right now.

  Maneuvering her up and off his lap, he lifted her dress over her head. “Do you mind?”

  “Not at all.”

  He could hear her lift her hands to remove her bra.

  “No. Leave it.” Finding her breasts in the dark with an accuracy that startled them both, he stroked his fingers across her exposed peaks. “Just like that.” It excited him more to imagine her nipples exposed with tawdry pride over the cups of her bra than the actual vision of it would. “Covered yet exposed.”

  She surrendered with a moan. “Take off your shirt.”

  He whipped the blue motton over his head and tossed the shirt aside. He couldn’t see her hand, but he felt her body heat as she cautiously sought his chest. Trailing her finger from the soft edge of his bellybutton up, she flattened her palms until she stroked him, possessive and exuberant, all the way to his face. Her small greedy hands encompassed his shoulders as she pressed her pointed breasts to his chest.

  He slid off her white lace thong. She kicked them aside as she pushed at his jeans. He stepped back, practically yanked them off, then tossed them somewhere in the dark.

  “What about my boxers?”

  “Leave them on.” She settled him back into his chair and straddled his hips. His boxers became slick within two trips of her rocking hips. As she pushed his boxers down and away, exposing his throbbing cock to her equally throbbing heat, she said, “I can use your boxers for balance.” Forcing them down around his hips, she lifted her body, poised to pull him inside.

  “Not so fast.” He grasped her hips, holding her at bay, and turned his chair. With a flick of his finger, a slow pulsing beat filled the ship, vibrating the walls with a pounding, insistent low bass roll of music that rocked the dark. He pulled her tight, angling his body until his cock waited at the entrance of her passage.

  “Ride me,” he begged breathlessly, his lips curved to her ear. “Ride me like a wicked promise.” Coaxing her hips to lower against his, he demanded, “Ride me all slow and wanton like the lady you are.”

  Carefully, seductively, she impaled herself on him.

  “Dear God.”

  He couldn’t remember if he said it or she did. It didn’t matter, because words became pointless as her slick heat rode down his shaft, engulfing and cradling his cock. When she took him fully deep, his head involuntarily went back.

  For a stunned second, he stopped to feel that moment of their bodies meshed in the most intimate way possible, here in the black where usually only nightmares rested. But this time the sweet shadows brought his dream to life. He was so fully inside her, she’d hurt them both if she tried to get away.

  Jynx clearly had no such thought. Using her arms against the hand rests, her legs against the edges of his pilot chair, she danced her body against his to the slowly swelling music until he thought he would go mad with pleasure.

  “Foster.” She moaned his name on a breath of passion.

  “Jynx.” He growled her name as he held tight to her bottom. The velvet dark around them was so thick, he could smell her and feel her, but he couldn’t see her. Rocking up, he mimicked her dance. Entranced and mesmerized and just ensnared by the reality of what had been a fantasy his whole career, he surrendered himself completely to the moment.

  Cupping his hands to her hip
s, he lifted her up, gently at first, matching the beat of music, helping her to ride him. As her dance against him went on, he found himself digging his fingertips into her bottom. No longer did he help her ride; no, now he forced her to increase her pace.

  A sudden burst compelled him to grip her flesh and slam her down as he rocked his body up. His big hands gave her no choice but to do as he wanted. Sudden and hard and damn, she just grasped the headrest of his chair with a growl as she strapped herself to him, letting him do as he pleased.

  “Yes,” she moaned, tightening her body for the ride.

  “Critical mass.” He tried to slow down. With a hesitant push, he drew Jynx away as if he could actually stop now.

  “Show me critical mass, Mr. Nash.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’ll tell you if you do.”

  He lifted her up, slammed her down, over and over, matching the swelling beat of music. Each time he plunged into her, she let out a cross between a growl and a scream. She clutched the headrest and encouraged him with gasping moans of yes and please and oh-my-god why don’t you just—

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Show me critical—”

  He cut her off with a rough kiss. As the pace increased, she gripped his shoulders and hung on to him as he thrust ever harder and deeper. Afraid of his darkest desires hurting her, he tried to slow down, to be gentle, but he couldn’t. The power in his arms and hips rocking in tandem bent her lovely body to his wicked needs.

  Critical mass.

  Possessed by a base animal force, he snarled as he slammed her tightly against him, then gripped her shoulders, pulling her hard to him, bucking against her in a barely controlled frenzy. In the back of his mind, he thanked the dark for hiding his vulgar animal lust. He thought of backing off again, but she bit his neck, encouraging the beast within to push his humanity aside. He gave a series of pounding strokes; then he came deep inside her with gasps of consuming need that matched hers.

  Shaking, groaning with release, he lowered her back so he could rub his thumb across her clit.

  “Come for me, Jynx. I want to feel you.” It didn’t take long. She constricted around him, sending another wave of pleasure through his body. Panting, she rose up, kissed him, then collapsed against his chest.

  Jynx didn’t know how long she stayed pressed against Foster in the dark. Time had no meaning at all anymore. She wanted to stay right where she was, wet and spent atop Foster, her legs spread around him. She thought of his voice, low and brutal, ordering her to ride him, ordering her to climax. Another shiver ran through her body.

  “Don’t move.” He buried his face against her neck, seeking out her ear. “I want to stay like this for as long as we can.”

  She quivered at his once brutal voice now turning tender.

  “You’re trembling.” He pulled back and touched her face with care. “Oh, gods, Jynx, did I hurt you?” He fumbled for the light.

  “No.” She stayed his hand, kissed him, then rolled her hips in a tight circle, keeping his penis captured within her. “I don’t want the lights yet. I just want to sit here, feeling you, alone together in the dark.”

  Foster gave a strained sigh as he wrapped his arms around her. “Eventually we’ll have to move.”

  “But not just yet.”

  “Are you afraid to face me in the light?”

  “No. It’s just there’s a freedom in the dark. I’ve never done anything like this. Primal and brutal, and oh, Foster.” She shivered as she sought out his ear. “I feel like I’m fully awake for the first time in my life.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Foster held her face and gave her the softest kiss he could manage. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”

  “Are you regretting—”

  “Gods no. Just—I wanted candlelight, flowers, soft music, silk sheets—the whole romantic bit, you know? I wanted our first time to be special for you. Not so fast and furious, and well, damn, woman, that did happen rather quickly.” He felt a shade annoyed that he hadn’t been able to last longer.

  “Fast, furious, fabulous.” Jynx stroked his chest. “I felt free to do whatever I wanted, say whatever I wanted. On Banna, I never had this kind of freedom. I always felt as if someone watched and condemned me for having these carnal needs. It’s not like that out here. Or with you. I feel safe with you in ways I can’t fully describe.”

  “I went after you like an animal.” He’d been unable to control himself when she allowed him to act out a fantasy he’d kept hidden all his life.

  “I wanted you to. I think if my nails weren’t all broken off, I would have ripped the hell out of your back.” Laughing, she touched the back of the pilot chair. “I ripped up your chair.”

  “I think you left a mark on my neck when you bit me.”

  “Did I hurt you?” She stroked his neck with probing, cautious fingers.

  “No, you allowed me to free my beast.” He sighed and hugged her hard. “You wild, beautiful woman. I felt powerful and nasty and wicked.” He shook his head. “It’s never been like that.”

  “How many women have been on the bridge?”

  “None. I didn’t even let Laura—I’ve never let any woman on the bridge.” That was why he’d lost all control. He’d fantasized about taking a woman from his seat of power but had never actually done so.

  “Why me?” she asked, kissing his neck.

  “I guess because, deep down, I trust you.”

  Jynx leaned back and flipped on the lights. Both of them blinked until Foster turned them down a bit.

  “I had to see your face.” Touching her fingertips lightly, she brushed his hair back and kissed his cheek. “I had to see your eyes. I think we’re going to be so good together.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes. You’d never hurt me.”

  “Why—when we were—did you call me Mr. Nash?”

  “The title made me subservient to you, like when you called me Sweets. It excited me even more, verbally putting you in charge as I rode atop you. I had the power position, yet gave you the reins. When you took them so soundly, I—”

  “How can you look right in my eyes and say things like that?” Foster shook his head, biting his lip as he grinned.

  She felt him getting hard again, slowly, still inside her. Rolling her hips, stroking him with her body, tightening her muscles to grip him, she leaned close, looked right into his eyes, and said, “Because I can. Because that’s honestly how I feel. I feel like I can tell you anything, say anything, and I might shock you, but you won’t hate me.”

  “Hell no, I won’t hate you for being bold, but it does shock me a bit. I never met a woman like you.” His gaze lowered to her breasts, her nipples still straining over the cups of white lace. He slid his hands around to the back but didn’t find the catch.

  “Here, in the front.” She unhooked her bra and slowly let the white lace fall open.

  He cupped her breasts in his calloused hands, rubbing his thumbs across her dark caramel peaks.

  Arching back, she slipped off her bra, then tossed the lacy bundle aside. Each brush of his thumbs sent a sharp electrical charge right down the center of her body. She tightened around him and he lifted up, settling himself fully inside her.

  When she rocked her hips, he whispered, “Don’t move, lovely lady. Let me touch you.” He lowered his head. “Let me taste you.” With his lips, his teeth, the rough edges of his chin and cheeks, his huge and gentle hands, Foster almost brought her to orgasm just by focusing all his attention on her tender breasts. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I still can’t believe you’re here, on my ship, on my lap.” He lifted his face to look right into her eyes. “With me buried inside you.”

  The way he looked at her, touched her, and what he said, took her breath away.

  When he lowered his head and continued, she lazily trailed her fingers through his hair.

  “I feel a delicious madness with y
ou. I’m free for the first time in my life, yet I want to be your servant. I want to do anything, everything, you want.” She shook her head. “Insanity. To taste freedom only to want to enslave myself to you.” Uttering a laugh, she asked, “Is there such a thing as space madness?”

  He twitched inside her. “At the moment, I’m not too sure. Hell of it is, I want to be your master.” He stroked his finger down her face. “I want to make you feel good.” His eyes never left hers as his finger traced down to her breast. Twisting gently, he captured her nipple between his finger and thumb. “Even if I have to pleasure you against your will.”

  She clamped down, her thighs gripping him as she rolled her hips. “Force me to surrender to mind-numbing orgasms, Mr. Nash.”

  Ever so slowly, biting his lip in that curious-boy way, he twisted her other nipple with the same movement. “Are you trying to give me an order?”

  Shivering, blinking in a slow wave, she kept up the intense eye-to-eye contact. “No, Mr. Nash. I’m waiting for your orders.”

  Settling back in his pilot chair, Foster pulled her close, nestling his ever-hardening cock tight within her. With a quick grin, a flick to her clit, he turned so he could reach the main console. Three taps brought up the program he wanted. Instantly, they were in the center of a sylvan glen. A creek burbled under their feet as trees crowded around them. Birds twittered, darting from branch to branch as they sat in the center of it all.

  “You make me think of a forest pixie, Jynx. Blonde-haired sprite with otherworldly eyes. Brazen and bold but still with that little bit of shyness around the edges. IWOG lady rapidly corrupted, and I just want to corrupt you even more. Make you something you never would have been if not for me.”

  She nuzzled her lips to his ear. “I already am, Mr. Nash.” Gripping the chair with her legs, she forced him back as she took his penis deeper. “I’m alive because of you.” Rolling her body up, she pressed her lips to his, quick, then kept her face close as she looked right into his eyes. “I don’t mean just physically alive, I mean really alive. For the first time in my life.”