Heart of a Peacekeeper

by Angela Verdenius

  It was what he planned now. Des had been gone for two weeks on some secret mission with Sabra, while Cam and Simon had gone about their trading trips in the Lawful Sector. Apart from the odd communication with their wives, neither really knew much of what happened. They never commented on the healing wounds the wenches sometimes came back bearing.

  He feared for her life, but Simon knew she was able to care for herself. Life wasn't a certainty, but they could be happy.

  He was deliriously happy, even though the lycats sprawled across his bed when Des wasn't there and woke him up with enthusiastic licks and purring.

  Stepping out into the corridor, Cam swung Sabra up into his arms, catching her unawares. Or so he thought.

  "We saw you,” she smirked.

  Cam rolled his eyes.

  Slipping his arm around Des's waist, Simon kissed the top of her head. “How goes it, lass?"

  "Fine. Mission completed, meeting dealt with, silly bastards sorted out in both areas.” She grinned widely, her hand on the back of his waist.

  "Uleah, ‘tis a brave man you are, putting up with these wenches,” Simon said.

  Des's hand slipped to down to cup one of his buttocks, and he glanced down sideways at her. With their backs to the wall, no one could see what she was doing. The bold wench was squeezing his buttock, then her hand slipped lower.

  He nearly swallowed his tongue when her hand sipped into the small gap between his thighs at the back. Too late to bring his legs together, all he could do was keep a straight face while his libido surged.

  "You can say that again,” Uleah said.

  "What?” Trying to get his thoughts together, Simon brought his face back into focus.

  "Being brave to have these women in my employ.” Uleah shook his head. “The things they get up to ... well, let's just say I get a break when they go home. Now they're both your problems until next month."

  "A month off?” Cam grinned down at his wife, who he had set on her feet beside him.

  "Aye.” She winked up at him.

  Simon bit the inside of his cheek when Des's hand behind him caressed between his thighs then pressed gently upward, not quite near his perineum.

  Looking down, he saw her smiling calmly at Uleah. “Well, I guess we'll see you in a month's time, then."

  "I should have my ulcer under control by then.” He waved to Simon and Cam. “Good luck."

  "So.” Des grinned widely up at Simon. “Are we leaving right away?"

  "We need to talk about something first. In your room."

  Still hidden by the wall behind them, Des's fingers rubbed boldly, nearly making him go on fire. “I can't wait to get home and see the Chels and Fuzz. Has your mother been feeding them?"

  "They're getting fat and have been sleeping on her bed, much to my father's disgust.” God above, he was going to go on fire any minute.

  "Really?” Partly turning, she pressed her breast against his arm, the action innocent to all but the knowing, laughing Cam and Sabra. And Simon.

  "Stars...” he managed. “Des..."

  "Are you all right?” Mock concern in her eyes, Des pressed her hand to his brow. “No temperature, but you're looking a little flushed. Poor baby.” She kissed him lightly. Then deeply.

  Really deeply.

  Throwing caution to the wind, not to mention self-respect, Simon grabbed for the teasing wench, but she'd quickly stepped back to wave to Cam and Sabra, who were laughing as they walked away.

  "I'll see you back on Daamen,” Cam called back to Simon.

  Trying to concentrate on anything but the deliciously rounded bottom of his wife that was in front of him, Simon looked at him. “You're heading back now?"

  "Hell, nay! Sabra and I always spend the first night here ... discussing ... things.” Cam winked, his hand dropping down to rest on Sabra's bottom.

  Grabbing his hand, Sabra pulled it away from her backside. “Watch it."

  "I'll watch it, all right,” Cam's voice floated back to Simon as they turned the corridor leading to the private quarters set aside for the Security personal. “When it's bent over the table and—"

  A giggle, so uncharacteristic of the Sabra everyone knew, but commonly heard when in Cam's teasing presence, cut off the words. There was a shriek, a deep boom of laughter, and a door slammed shut.

  Cam and Sabra had gone to discuss ... business.

  Turning to face Simon, Des tucked her thumbs into her belt and grinned. “Want to go and get a drink?"

  Grabbing her belt, Simon jerked her right up to him and growled, “You've raised a thirst all right, lass, and I'm going to quench it. Now."

  "Oh my.” She fluttered her lashes. “Hot drink?"

  "Hot ‘tis right.” He grinned wolfishly. “You're going to burn."

  "Burn. My, my, my. You only use that word when you're horny, lover.” Reaching down, Des boldly cupped his swelling staff through his pants. “Oops. Better get you someplace private, trader, before you're arrested for flaunting yourself so brazenly."

  The wench was shameless. Grabbing her hand, Simon turned and almost dragged her down the corridor. Laughing, she skipped up beside him and easily fell into step.

  Controlling his now raging libido was an effort, but Simon managed to paste a pleasant smile on his face while they passed the other occupants of the huge Intergalactic Peace Ship. Turning into the corridor to their private apartment, he didn't bother anymore. Even as he was turning the doorknob to open the door, he swept Des up to him and kissed her hard.

  They almost tumbled inside the large cabin, and Des was still laughing as he pressed her back against the wall.

  Desire thrummed through him, fire burning low in his belly. He pulled the jacket from her shoulders and tossed it aside, his fingers going immediately to the buttons on her shirt, popping them open impatiently.

  "My, someone can't wait,” she said huskily, her hands sliding the vest from his shoulders.

  "You stoked the flames, Des. ‘Tis all your fault.” He kissed her throat, while pushing aside the now ruined shirt and cupping her breasts through her bra. “You're a wicked, wanton wench."

  "And you're a randy trader."

  He laughed, long and low. “Aye, I am. Randy for you, lass.” Unbuckling her belt, he unsnapped the front of her pants and pushed them downwards, along with her underwear.

  Dropping to his knees, he broke the front of her bra and tossed it aside, releasing the fullness of her breasts to his gaze, his touch ... his mouth.

  Closing his lips around those tight little nipples was pure ambrosia. Sucking them, feeling them harden and Des arch back, made the fire in his loins burn. Hearing the gasp that came from her when he slipped his hands inside the waistband of her pants and tugged them down enough to cup her rounded cheeks, made him impatient to taste more.

  Have more.

  He felt her toe her boots off, and he shoved her pants the rest of the way down, kissing his way down her stomach as she lifted her feet and kicked the pants away.

  Now she was totally naked. Sitting back on his heels, he ran his hot gaze over her. “Beautiful."

  "You're still dressed,” she said breathlessly.

  "Think ‘tis going to stop me, lass?"

  That challenge was in her eyes as she stepped away. “No hanky panky unless we're both naked."

  The wench liked to play games. Liked to tease. Liked to push him when it took her fancy. Never maliciously, always seductively. Their love-play at times could almost burn out of control. He loved it as much as he did their gentler love making.

  Prepared for an all-out burn session, it surprised him when Des suddenly dropped to her knees before him, wrapped her arms around his neck and tipped him off balance until he was lying on his back with her draped over him.

  "Sucker.” Her eyes gleamed with heat and laughter.

  He couldn't help but grin. “You're a handful wench. Mayhap you need to be reminded who is boss here."

  "I can tell you that.” Sitting up, her thighs astride his
, she slid her hands seductively down the sides of his pants and started to draw them down his lean hips.

  Getting up onto his elbows, Simon eyed her in carnal amusement. “Me?"

  His staff sprang free, hot and hard, curving up against his abdomen.

  She grinned hedonistically. “Me."

  "Prove it.” He sucked in a harsh breath when she gripped him in a firm hold, her thumb lazily circling the tip of his penis.

  "I'll have you screaming for mercy.” Her eyes were so hot now that the pale brown of her irises were almost yellow.

  A fiery yellow. Molten yellow.

  "Do your best,” he managed to gasp out. “Dare you, in fact."

  "I do love a dare,” she said.

  Simon's head fell back against the thick carpet when her lips slid over the tip of him, sucking gently. Stars burst before his eyes when her mouth took him in further, and further.

  Fire burned through him, desire splintered his self-control.

  She took him to the heights fast and mercilessly, sucking and tonguing, using her hands on his scrotum and perineum to urge him higher. His fingers hooked into the carpet, and he soared with the fire, feeling it arc up through him before spurting forth in hot seed and wild heat.

  He didn't scream for mercy, but he sure as hell screamed her name.

  When he finally floated down from that pinnacle, and opened his eyes slowly, it was to find Des lying atop him again, one forearm on his massive chest while she sipped from a glass of frosty berry juice and watched him with a mixture of love and satisfaction on her face.

  "I made you scream.” She grinned.

  "You nearly killed me,” he replied, lifting his hands to push a thick lock of red hair back over her shoulder. He saw the new self adhesive patch on it, but didn't comment.

  "I could kiss it better,” she offered, her eyes twinkling.

  Plucking the glass from her hands, Simon rolled suddenly so that she tipped back onto the floor. “Stay right there."

  Lifting her arms, she lazily linked her fingers and placed them behind her head. He felt her hungry gaze as he stood, pulled off his boots and yanked his pants down and off. Picking up the glass of frosty berry juice, he moved so that he straddled her, one foot each side of her knees.

  She arched one brow up in amusement as he sipped from the glass, his gaze roving over her body.

  Meeting her gaze, he saw the tenderness behind the mischief, the love that always glowed softly just for him, and it warmed him.

  "I love you,” he said softly.

  "Same,” she replied.

  They gazed at each other, and he dropped to his knees, still straddling her. Placing the glass down, Simon leaned forward, bracing his hands either side of her head as he leaned down to kiss her gently.

  She tasted of berry juice, and the faintest essence of himself. Erotic.

  When she would have deepened the kiss, her lips opening eagerly, he drew back to kneel astride her. Pulling the tie from his hair, he felt the shaggy length sweep across his shoulders and down his back, just the way he knew she liked it.

  Taking the tie in each hand, he pulled it taut before her eyes.

  She grinned. “Ohhh. Bit of bondage, trader?"

  "Afraid?"

  She laughed outright.

  The wench really was adorable. Faking a frown, he said, “You should be afraid."

  "Of being tied up by you?” She waggled her own fine brows. “Trader, you caught and tied my heart to you awhile ago. Let's see what else you can do with that fiddly little tie right there."

  "You'd be surprised.” Heat flared through him again. “I'm answering your challenge."

  "Did I give one?"

  "Lass, you're a challenge every day."

  "Oh, well then, do your worst."

  Low laughter filled the room, then it turned to low gasps, and finally carnal moans. This time it was Simon's name that echoed around the room as Des climaxed, and he cradled her to him as she floated down deliciously from that erotic peak.

  Lying beside her with his head propped up on one elbow and his other arm across her waist, Simon watched in contentment as Des slowly opened her eyes. They were drowsy, soft, full of love, but with that hint of mischievous laughter she kept for him alone.

  "I think we're even,” she said.

  He laughed softly. “Well matched."

  Leaning down, Simon kissed Des tenderly. Aye, well matched. He'd captured the heart of this tough Peacekeeper turned Security, and he thanked God every day for her.

  Life might be unpredictable, but of several things he could be sure—life would never be dull, and it would always be full of laughter, loyalty and love.

  What more could a man want?

  Meet Angela Verdenius

  Born in Victoria, Australia, my childhood was spent in a variety of places, both in towns and the outback. Now settled in Western Australia, I work as a nurse. A love of animals has me involved in animal welfare, and certainly explains why the cats hog my bed and the hot water bottle!

  Reading has always been my escape, writing my dream. Horror, myths, legends, fantasy and history—there are no limits to the wonders to be found. And romance? Well, that adds the spice, hope and happiness ever after.

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