Table of Contents
Excerpt
Need Me
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
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Excerpt
Emmett was momentarily distracted by the thin blonde who scooted past him. So this was the woman who’d kept Brendon until the early hours of the morning.
“I thought you would be on duty,” Molly said quietly and turned, walking past him.
“I am not scheduled today.” Irritation flickered inside him as he turned and followed after her.
Like an animal chasing a female in heat.
“I see. Well, it must be nice to have a free day. Have you any special plans?”
He caught her arm and turned her, his nostrils flaring. “Yes. To find you and see what is going on in that little head of yours.”
Guilt flickered in her eyes before it disappeared and she once again looked calm and unruffled.
“Oh, the usual things, I suppose. The finances, keeping my lodge full, whether I have enough aliaberry wine to last—”
“That is not what I meant, and you well know it.” Emmett stepped forward until they were just a breath apart.
Molly cast a quick glance over at the receptionist, who watched them curiously.
“In my office, Emmett. Now, if you would.”
He didn’t even protest that she’d ordered him around like he was an employee, just strode after her into the room he’d fucked her in the other day.
Even now, his gaze was drawn to the sway of her round hips. The slight bounce of her ass. His cock hardened, and he bit back a groan.
The door hissed shut behind them, and she turned around, irritation clear on her face.
“I have a reputation to maintain,” she said firmly. “And I would appreciate it if you would help me keep it upstanding.”
“You leave me no choice, Molly. You have avoided me like I bring some sort of plague.” He thrust a hand through his hair and glared. “Tell me what the problem is. Do you regret what happened?”
“Yes.”
He flinched at having his fears confirmed. And then her face fell and she shook her head.
“Wait. No, I lie to you. I cannot regret what we did,” she said softly. “But I regret the situation it has left us in.”
His jaw hardened. “And that would be?”
“I’m not sure, entirely. But it is awkward.” She hesitated and then blurted, “I cannot have a relationship with you, Emmett.”
He blinked, certainly not prepared for that confession. He wasn’t entirely certain he wanted a relationship, but then he couldn’t be sure he didn’t want one, either. But if she was squeamish about the idea, he’d certainly slow things down for her.
“You do not want a relationship,” he repeated and walked slowly toward her.
She shook her head and licked her lips. “No. I haven’t the time for one.”
“Nor do I.”
Her mouth parted in surprise and she didn’t reply for a moment. Then her gaze narrowed suspiciously. “Truthfully?”
“Truthfully.”
“Then what do you want from me?”
He just wanted her. He hadn’t thought much beyond that.
“Emmett, I must return to work. There are those who would notice that I’ve brought a man into my office and for how long.” Her voice had turned wary and she made to move past him.
“Wait.” He caught her wrist, tugging her back toward him. “I cannot say what I want from you. Only that I want you.”
Amusement flashed in her gaze and then her lips curved into a wry grin. “Well, at least you are honest.”
“Have dinner with me tonight?” When she opened her mouth to protest he touched a finger to her lip. “It is dinner—” and possibly more delicious sex “—not a relationship.”
She bit her lip and watched him through narrowed eyes, then gave a sharp nod. “If I can find someone to watch the front desk, then yes. I will dine with you.”
“Find someone,” he commanded softly. “You will not regret it.”
Need Me
The Rosabelles, Book 2
Shelli Stevens
Published 2017 by Book Boutiques.
ISBN: 978-1-946363-82-4
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Blurb
Nika has honed her body into a deadly weapon—the better to take what she wants from any world, especially the well-protected planet Belton. But the moment she sees Lt. Brendon Marshall, her weapon is turned against her. A man like him could incinerate a woman’s priorities with one look.
And since he’s guarding the very object of her desire, it could be so simple to use him and never look back. As long as she can ignore a more intense pleasure than she’s ever known—and a wilder need than she’s ever imagined…
Previously Published
(2009) Kensington
Acknowledgements
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs, Tibbs Design
Chapter 1
“Take me. Now, Lieutenant!”
Brendon slammed his hand against the palm recognition box while deftly undoing the fastenings on the front of his commanding officer’s uniform.
The door to the storage unit slid open and he pushed her inside, pulling her breasts free from the uniform just before the door shut behind them.
“Gods,” she breathed, reaching down to free him from his trousers. “I’ve wanted this all day.”
He gave a soft laugh and thumbed her nipple, smiling when she cried out. “I’ll bet you have, you saucy bitch.”
She pumped his cock with her hand. “I could have your ass for talking to me like that, Lieutenant.”
Brendon turned her around, slamming her against the shelf as he jerked her pants down to her ankles.
“Actually, ma’am, I do believe I’m going to have your ass.” He slapped one round cheek. “And you’ll like it.”
She groaned, pressing back hard against him. “Please, make me come.”
He gave a soft laugh and plunged two fingers inside her. Her body clenched around him and she screamed.
“You like that, ma’am? Who’s in control now? Who’s giving the orders?”
“You are.” She groaned. “You are!” Her body clenched around him as she climaxed suddenly.
Brendon spun her around and pushed her to her knees.
The woman’s mouth found him, moving hungrily over his cock. He closed his eyes, sliding his fingers through her s
hort hair.
He looked down, watched her in the semidarkness lift her mouth from his cock and the trail of saliva she left.
“Fuck me, Lieutenant.” She stood up and turned around, lifting her bottom toward him. “Hurry, before someone realizes we’re gone.”
He fingered her again, gathering her cream to smear over her asshole.
When he entered her a second later she didn’t even make a faint noise of pain. This woman was obviously used to being fucked in the ass. She gripped the shelf, smashing her body back to meet each of his hard thrusts.
“Yes. Yes!” She screamed, rubbing her own pussy as she brought herself to another climax.
Brendon felt his balls tighten, then gripped her shoulders and let loose. He came hard and fast, emptying himself inside her.
He was still catching his breath when a series of beeps signaled that someone had just put their hand against the palm recognition box to open the door.
“Oh, gods.” He pulled out of her, fumbling to put his cock away.
The door slid open and light blinded them both. His Colonel spun around, making a pathetic attempt to cover herself with her hands.
Brendon blinked a few times, before his eyes grew accustomed to the light and the two men standing outside.
His stomach dropped and his balls shriveled.
Well, shit.
The five-star general stared at them both and gave a weary sigh. “Lieutenant Marshall. Why am I not surprised? And Colonel Rodgers, I wish I could say the same. I’ll need to see you both in my office. Immediately.” He cleared his throat. “Or, er, after you have once again attired yourselves.”
* * * *
Brendon tipped back the last of his aliaberry wine and sighed, thrusting a hand through the spiky strands of his short brown hair. “Fucking demoted. I still can’t quite believe it.”
Ryder, a fellow soldier and friend, glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so? Might I remind you that you were caught with your pants down, having just screwed your commanding officer in a closet while on duty?”
“No, thank you, my friend. I actually do not need reminding.” Brendon stood up and walked to the window of the sky lounge they resided in.
Pods whizzed by in the air, while down below the streets bustled with activity. And to think that just over two years ago, the future of this planet had been threatened.
He’d fought that day during the surprise assault from the seemingly ally planet Zortou. Had lost more than one friend during the bloody battle. Fortunately, Belton had been victorious and the well-being of the planet prevailed.
He turned from the window to look back at Ryder, another soldier who’d fought in the battle. They’d both survived that day, coming out as stronger soldiers because of it. Going in, they’d already been the best of the best.
Which was why it was a real bitch that he’d been demoted over a simple moment of friskiness.
Brendon returned to his chair and sat down, his mouth curled down in a sulk. “The worst part is that it was a rather bad fuck.”
Ryder let out a muffled laugh, choking on his wine. “Gods help you if Colonel Rodgers heard you say that.”
Brendon winced. “Not that she could. She’s been reassigned to another unit. Demoted as well.”
“Pity.”
“Perhaps.” He scowled and turned around to face Ryder. “But how undignified is my fate? Who on this planet would want the position of guarding semen? Semen!”
“Actually, ‘specimen samples’ is the correct term, my friend.”
“Call it what you will, it’s still the spunk from some soldier’s prick.”
“What did I miss?”
Brendon kept scowling and watched as Emmett, another of their friends, sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of wine from the pitcher.
“You started without me?” Emmett asked and drank a hefty sip. “Any particular reason?”
Ryder stood and set coins down on the table. “Brendon is a bit upset after being caught screwing his commanding officer and has since been demoted to guarding semen.”
“Specimen samples!” Brendon corrected and pounded his fist on the table.
“My.” Emmett blinked and shook his head. “Apparently, I missed a lot today.”
“Indeed.” Ryder’s lips twitched, his expression softening. “I should not stay any longer. My lovely wife is at home in her fifth month of pregnancy and I’m an ass for having neglected her this long.”
“Hmm. She encourages you to get out more. But you do dote on her.” Brendon took another sip of wine. “Say hello to the lovely Talia for us.”
“Of course.” Ryder gave them a casual salute and disappeared from the lounge.
Brendon watched his friend leave with a pang of jealousy. Not that he’d ever acknowledge the emotion. To be jealous of a man who’d resigned his life to be spent with one woman? The very idea nearly made him break out in a rash. Still, there was no denying that Ryder was more content now than anyone could remember him being.
“You know,” Emmett began, “perhaps if you tamed your wicked ways, you would not keep finding yourself in trouble.”
Brendon turned back to his friend and arched a brow. “Wicked ways?”
“Must I spell it out for you?” Emmett leaned forward and guffawed. “Your weakness for pussy.”
Instead of being affronted, Brendon’s mouth curved into a slight smile and he shrugged. “I will hardly deny that I have a fondness for the fairer sex, my friend. Nor that they seem to have an equal affection for me.”
“Yes. Perhaps it’s because you’re so damn tall and likely hung like a beast.”
Brendon laughed, but didn’t rebuke the suggestion.
“Though I am surprised—” Emmett’s expression was bemused. “—why your commanding officer would risk everything for a quick tumble.”
“Yes, well. I’m not quite sure about her reasoning. Though I was hardly about to protest her advances. The woman has a mouth that could—”
“Please.” Emmett raised a hand and winced. “I have no need for the particulars.”
“Hmm.” Brendon refilled his glass of wine and gave his friend a considering look. “Tell me, have you found yourself a nice little woman to warm your bed?”
“I have not and I don’t need one. My focus is on the advancement of my career.”
Brendon chuckled and resisted the urge to call his friend’s bluff. Not that he doubted Emmett wanted to rise among the ranks, but the fact that his friend denied needing a woman was complete crap. Every man needed a woman, if even just for a few minutes.
He could not resist murmuring, “Of course. Give your right hand my apologies.”
Emmett about spit out his wine as he lifted his amused glance to meet Brendon’s. “You are trouble, my friend.”
“Yes. So I’ve been told many times.” Brendon sighed and shook his head.
And, unfortunately, it had caught up with him. He took another sip of wine and scowled.
Guarding a damn semen lab.
* * * *
Nika’s foot slammed into the collapsible mannequin and it crumpled under the contact. Her heart fluttered against her chest and she spun, ready to take out her next target.
“You are ready.”
Nika stilled, the blood pounding through her veins no longer just the result of adrenaline.
She rose from the crouched position she’d fallen into. Turning, she used the back of her hand to wipe the sheen of sweat from her brow.
“Truly?” she asked, hating herself for the tremor in her voice.
The instructor nodded, her gaze unreadable as it swept over Nika from head to toe.
“Rachel will be pleased.” The instructor folded her arms across her small chest and nodded. “I have informed her that you will be on your way shortly to meet with her. After you have showered, of course.”
Excitement bubbled through her, but Nika gave a slight nod to not let her true reaction show. “O
f course.”
“I doubt we will meet again, Donika.” The instructor dropped her arms and strode past her, lifting one eyebrow. “You’ve done well. Perhaps one of my best students. Goddess be with you, for you will need her guidance in your upcoming mission.”
The door to the gym slid closed with a hiss, and once again Nika found herself alone. The only break in the silence was her labored breathing from her workout.
I am ready.
The realization swelled her chest with pride as she walked toward the bathing chamber. For two years, she had trained for this position. Had fought to prove herself on a planet of women who doubted her.
Standing in front of the mirror in the bathing chamber, she pulled the loose top from her body and pushed down the pants.
Wincing, she began to unbind her chest. Her breasts tingled as blood rushed through them, the nipples hardening in the cool climate-controlled room.
Lifting her hands, she cupped them, massaging herself and squeezing feeling back into the soft mounds.
Her breasts were part of the reason they had doubted her for this mission. Her chest was too large and would be hard to disguise during her assignment. All previous envoys had been tall and lean, with little curve in their hips and breasts so small they needed no binding.
Though Nika was tall and lean, the hips and breasts posed a problem. One she had insisted she could overcome by binding her breasts so tightly that she could pass for a man. And by wearing clothes that would almost disguise her hips.
As always, she was the outsider that everyone was skeptical of. The strange woman who’d arrived on this planet seeking refuge.
Nika sighed and pinched the darkened nipples to the point where it almost hurt, watching the pink flush deepen in the tips. Her lips twisted with disdain even as pleasure shot straight to her pussy.
And here was just another way she would be considered an outsider. The hint of pain could bring her pleasure. Though, fortunately, the women of the planet knew nothing about her sexual enjoyments since she had never taken a lover here.
Releasing her breasts, Nika pulled her hair down from the severe topknot and shook the blond waves around her shoulders.
She’d never actually taken a lover willingly in her entire life. Her only sexual experience lay in her erotic servitude as a Rosabelle back on Zortou.
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