Brady nodded, thinking of the destruction of the rain forests on Earth in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries. They were still trying to battle the effects of their greed today.
“So you let people think you’re barbarians, that you’ll steal their women and kill them if they trespass.”
Funkai’s smile returned. “Yes. And it helps that if someone becomes a member of the community, they have to agree to cut off all ties.”
“How do you keep it secret if you tell everyone who comes through?”
“We don’t. I tell you because I’ve heard of your integrity. I was hoping I could convince you not to tell people you were here.”
“Mr. Funkai.” Walter approached them. The frown he’d been wearing since the order of the board was still in place. Too damn bad, dickhead. The woman is mine. “I’ve been alerted that Ms. Wainwright is ready.”
“Thank you, Walter. I will take Saint there myself.”
Although surprise lightened Walter’s eyes, he showed no emotion on his face.
Funkai stood. “Shall we?”
Brady nodded and followed the older gentlemen out of the room, trying hard not to smirk as he passed the very disapproving Walter.
They walked side by side down a series of hallways. “I envy you, Saint. Ms. Wainwright is an extraordinary woman. You’ve known her long?”
“Since we were kids. Her father trained both of us.”
“Ahh. I won’t say I contemplated overriding the decision of the board and kicking you out, but I had a feeling there was history there. I thought the woman would protest. ”
“The lady would have your balls for breakfast.”
Funkai laughed as he walked up a flight of stairs and stopped when they reached the end of another long hallway. “Now, you know the rules. There are cameras. But, just so you know, there is no sound recording. That would be intrusive.”
“And watching us have sex isn’t?”
Funkai just smiled and shook his head. “There is a phone in there that will connect you to the kitchens. There should be plenty of wine and refreshment, but just let them know if you need anything. Good luck.”
Nodding at the guard stationed at the end of the hallway, Funkai pulled out a key card. He slid it into the lock and then, with a smile, turned and left him. The door slid open. Brady stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks.
Jesus. It looked like something out of a harem. Pretty much everything was draped in red. Red silk hung from the walls; red sheets coved the king-sized bed. The bed looked like black wrought iron, and he didn’t doubt there were some extra-special toys to go with it. The only thing that seemed to stand out was the woodlike floor.
“Don’t just stand there with your mouth open.”
Libby’s voice came from the right side of the room. It was then that he noticed her standing in a doorway that he assumed led to a bathroom. His heart jumped to his throat and almost knocked him senseless. What the hell was she wearing?
Her hair had been let loose and was a wild tangle of curls down her back. They’d applied makeup, not to overwhelm but to enhance her features, drawing on her quiet beauty. But, the outfit... holy mother of God. His blood churned and he lost all moisture in his mouth. Damn, she looked good in black.
It barely covered all the important parts. The halter-like top consisted of a piece of soft fabric that had been looped around her back and then crossed over her breasts and tied behind her neck. Her midriff had been left bare by the low-riding genie-looking pants that were cinched at her waist and her ankles with bits of gold fabric. She walked toward him, and he almost fainted. As she moved, the pants did. The voluminous fabric was transparent enough to leave little to his imagination. His gaze roamed up her body, stopping at the gold choker around her neck.
She was a wet dream come to life.
“Can you believe that they trussed me up like some harem woman?”
He swallowed, trying to think of something to say, but each time she gestured with her arms, her breasts moved. The fabric was soft, and he could just make out the outline of her nipples. He licked his lips.
“Brady?”
“What?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Lass, I can’t think straight.”
She humphed and then crossed her arms beneath her breasts. The edge of the fabric inched closer to her nipples. He groaned as another wave of heat shot straight to his dick.
“I would have never taken you for a man who needed a woman dressed like some prize.”
Why was she talking? She looked at him like she expected him to carry on a conversation. That was hard because all his blood had drained from his brain, which was spinning from images of slowly divesting her of that outfit.
“Libby, darlin’, it isn’t that I have to have it. But I’ve never been known to look a gift horse in the mouth.” His voice had thickened, and his Irish accent became more pronounced as the images grew sharper, more real. Hell, he could hear her moans, taste her on his lips as if they were already making love.
Her eyes widened. He could see that her body was already responding to his, in the way her breathing deepened. Swallowing, she looked down his body.
“H-How can you think I can do this?” She caught his gaze, and her earnest expression put a halt to the idea of jumping her right then and there.
He closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. She tucked her head beneath his chin and sighed. The scent of her, Libby and something musky, wild, filled his senses. It took every ounce of self-control he had left -- and there wasn’t much -- not to attack her.
“Libby, we don’t have a choice. We wouldn’t get far if we tried to get out of here, and there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you behind with this pack of slavering idiots. I can’t believe the way they all drooled over you like you were theirs for the taking. Jesus.”
“Brady, for a man who is supposed to be putting me at ease, talking about why he couldn’t believe people are attracted to me isn’t the way to go.”
He sighed and hugged her closer. “Sorry. I’m not thinking straight.”
She pulled out of his arms and a wave of cooled air chilled him. He didn’t like that one bit. He wanted in her in his arms, under his control.
Whoa, where the hell had that thought come from? He shook his head, trying to clear it.
“These people are watching and listening to us and expect us to jump on the bed and go at it like a couple of minks.”
He chuckled at her analogy, and she shot him a dirty look. “They can’t hear.”
“What?”
“They can only see.” His blood was humming with the need for sexual release, but he needed to take this slowly. Libby might not have many inhibitions, but having sex with hidden cameras in the room would not be her bag of tea. He noticed a table with wine, cheese, and fruit. “Let’s have a drink and relax.”
He would have laughed if he didn’t think it would hurt. Relax. The only way he would relax was after he’d buried his cock deep inside her. Libby trailed after him to the table, and he poured her a glass.
“You’re not having any?” She sipped it, and apparently finding it to her liking, took a larger drink of it.
“Funkai and I were drinking while you were changing clothes.”
She sighed. The fabric drew tight over her breasts. He couldn’t stop the impulse to reach out and brush the backs of his fingers against her nipple. Her startled eyes shot to his. She bit her lip as he felt her nipple harden beneath his touch.
“I like to see that.” His voice had grown huskier.
She closed her eyes as he stepped in front of her. He leaned forward and nipped her earlobe. “They can see, but they can’t hear us. I know that isn’t much of a consolation, but I don’t see any way out of this. Just forget they’re there. It’s just us back in that cave in Yentalen, and you’ve seduced me with your body, your smile... your heart.”
“Brady...” His name came out as a m
oan when he pinched her nipple.
“You know what you do to me, lass. Jesus, I feel like my blood is on fire.” Even he heard the slight tremble in his voice. Heat licked along his nerve endings, and the very fabric of his soul screamed for him to conquer her, to take what he thought of as his. “Think about it. Doesn’t it make you feel just a little bit naughty to know that someone is watching?” He nipped at her chin. “That maybe, just maybe, they’re turned on by watching you. Watching you get hot... gets them hot.”
He kissed a path from her neck to her mouth. Cupping her chin, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes slid closed as he settled his mouth against hers. She immediately opened and he dove in.
His head spun as the taste of her filled his mouth. The tangy wine flavored the unique essence he associated with Libby. Sweet as chocolate, hot as a pepper, she pulled him deeper into her spell. As he continued to kiss her, he slid his hands down her body, brushing her nipples, then around her waist to grab her ass. He almost came on the spot when he felt her bare ass beneath the fabric. His dick twitched as he drew her tight against him. Something clattered on the floor and he didn’t give a damn what it was. Her hands cupped his chin. He lifted her off the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He broke away from the kiss and headed to the bed. She scraped her teeth against his earlobe, then licked it. The touch of her tongue burned a path all the way to his cock. She was grinding her sex against him, moaning his name. Never in his life had he seen her go up so fast.
Reaching the bed, he tumbled onto it, but Libby barely seemed to notice. She molded her hands to his head and pulled him down to her lips again. His body was screaming, telling him if he didn’t get out of those clothes right then, it wouldn’t wait. He truly didn’t want to embarrass himself on camera, so he pulled away. It took him a couple of tries, but he got out of his shirt. He threw it over his shoulder, then slid off the bed to stand. As her legs released him, she rested her weight on her elbows and watched him disrobe. He almost fell down as he hopped on one foot then the other to get rid of his boots. Next he shucked off his pants, leaving him completely naked.
He moved to join her back on the bed, but Libby stopped him.
“No.” She slid to the edge of the bed, bringing her mouth level with his cock. “Beautiful.”
She rubbed her thumb over the tip. A drop of pre-cum wet her finger. Capturing his gaze, she licked his cum off her thumb. His balls twisted as she closed her eyes and moaned.
“You taste good, Saint.” Her voice whispered across his skin, and he felt his dick unbelievably lengthen more. “But, then --” Her lips curved. “-- you always did taste good.”
She leaned forward and licked another drop of moisture. Then she licked down one side and up the other. As she cupped his balls in one hand, her other slid to his ass, massaging and squeezing.
He watched as her eyes slid closed and she took his dick into her mouth. Curling his toes, he fought the urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth in earnest. Her expression was as if she were a contented kitten licking up the best cream. She was in charge, and he was glad to let her take the lead. He watched, mesmerized, each time he disappeared between her pink lips, pulling him closer to the edge but not so close he fell. Just enough to tease him beyond all thought.
Each time she drew to the top of his shaft, she twirled her tongue around the tip of it. He closed his eyes as she began working on him in earnest. Her rhythm increased as the sounds of her licking and slurping grew. One hand on his balls and one on his dick, she hummed against his skin. Unable to help himself, he grabbed her head and back to keep tempo with her. Each time he pushed himself between her lips, his body drew tighter, edging closer to completion. His balls drew tight as his blood rushed to his groin.
With regret, he pulled her away and tumbled her back onto the bed. Desperate to be inside her, he clawed at the waist of her pants, trying to figure out a way to get the damn things off.
“There’s a slit in the crotch.” Her voice was edged with the same kind of sexual tension he felt shooting through him, and it almost pushed him too far. She was as close as he was, and he had barely touched her.
He pushed her legs wider and slid one hand between her legs. He found the opening, thankfully, and slid his finger into her tight, hot pussy. Oh, Lord, she was wet. Her liquid fairly flowed over his fingers as the musky scent of her arousal filled the air around him. Without further preparation, he pulled his hand back and then entered her in one fast thrust. For a moment, he stayed still, enjoying the feeling of being inside her. Nothing had ever felt as right as when he had his cock inside of her, connected to her. Then she wiggled and he was lost.
He lifted her legs to his shoulders and began to pump himself into her. She was close, her body quivering with the need for release. Each time he pushed back into her, her inner muscles clasped tighter, drawing him deeper.
“Come on, Libby.” He looked down at her. Her red curls spread out over the bed in disarray, her eyes were closed, and her moans increased in volume with each of his thrusts. “That’s it, lass. Come for me.”
“Brady.” At the sound of his name, he felt his body explode. He continued to pump into her as his hot seed spurted. She began to convulse, her inner muscles pulling him deeper, drawing more seed from him.
“Oh, God, Libby.”
Moments later, he gently moved her legs from his shoulders and rolled over beside her, drawing her into his arms. She tucked her head under his chin and threw one arm over his stomach. At the sound of her steady breathing, he knew she was asleep. He kissed her temple.
As she snuggled against him, he knew that nothing had ever felt this right. His world had been cold and bleak without her all those years. Knowing that, and convincing her, was going to be the problem. She’d left for some reason, something she found lacking in him, in their relationship. He had to find out what it was, what made her run, and fix it. If he didn’t, he wasn’t too sure his heart would survive her leaving this time around.
* * * * *
Libby woke several hours later and snuggled closer to Brady.
“You awake, kitten?”
She looked up at him; his eyes were half closed, and a lazy sensual smile curved his lips.
“Just when did you start calling me kitten?”
“Hmm, I think it was about the time I had an image of you as one licking up cream.”
Her face flushed. She wasn’t a prude, but just the thought of the things they had done in full view of other people was embarrassing. And very arousing.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
“I love oral sex. You know that.”
He chuckled. “No. You liked the fact that you were doing something, and other people were watching.”
Her body quickened as his comment, but she kept mouth closed. She knew it had turned her on, but that didn’t mean she liked the effect it had on her.
“Ah, come on, Libby. I won’t tell anyone.” He rolled over in one fast move, and she was on her back, with him on top. His cock was hard and ready against her mons. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
Desire flamed in her belly at the sensual heat in his eyes. But it was the warmth, the love, she saw that was her undoing. He had a beautiful body, a quick mind, but it was his eyes that always got her. Clear, dark blue, and all too perceptive. Every time he looked at her like this, she felt that he could see all the way into her soul.
“Brady... I still can’t believe...”
“That it made you cream to think of people watching you. Common fantasy.”
“Well, I lived the fantasy; that was enough. And we have things to discuss. We have to decide where we go from here. ”
He reached behind her neck and undid her top, pulling it away from her body. Bending his head, he licked first one, then the other nipple.
“How about we try being naughty just once more before we go? Hmmm? They aren’t going to let us go for a few hours, and well, we do have this b
ig bed...”
She chuckled. “Brady, you’re insatiable.”
He began inching his way down her body. “Only with you, lass.” She thought he looked like a pirate with his long black hair and his Irish accent threading his voice. He settled his mouth on her pussy, his tongue darting between her lips, and all thoughts of plans drifted away as she gave herself up to the pleasure that only Brady could give her.
* * * * *
Brady was packing up the rest of his gear as Libby came in dressed in her regular clothes. He was sad to see the harem girl disappear, but they both know they had things to accomplish before they figured out just how to be together. That was one thing he had determined in the early morning hours while she’d slept -- she wasn’t shaking him loose this time. Somehow, someway, he would figure out a way to keep her by his side.
She threw the outfit she’d been wearing onto the bed. He grabbed it up.
“What are you doing?”
“If you think I’m giving that thing up, you’ve got to be out of your mind, woman.”
She snorted but continued gathering up her things and nibbling on the breakfast they’d been given. “So, which way are we going?”
“We keep on the same path.”
She sat on the bed to pull on her boots. There was nothing sensual in her movements, no flirting, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He knew he would never get tired of looking at her.
“You think Sterling was on the right path?”
“I don’t know if he was, or if there’s even anything to claim, but from what Funkai said, he continued the same way I was planning on going.”
She sighed, her mouth turned down in a frown.
“Hey, love, we’ll find him.” She shrugged. Oh, Christ, she was losing faith in him. That was not good. Panic welled up in his throat. He swallowed it back and squatted between her legs. “Libby, sweetheart.” He took her hands in his and willed her to lift her gaze to his. When she did, he continued. “We’ll find him. I promise you that.”
“What if he doesn’t want to be found? What if he can’t be? What if...” he’s dead? That’s what she wanted to say.
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