Brida Pact

by Leora Gonzales

  “Undo your pants. Now,” she said in a voice bordering on being able to qualify as a sex phone operator.

  “Pants….can’t…have to get back to work,” he mumbled, while nipping harder at her ear and neck.

  “No work. Cock now.” Letting go of him, she wiggled to be let down. With a groan of disappointment he complied, obviously not hearing the “cock now” portion of what she’d said.

  Slithering down his body, she went all the way to her knees. His eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do.

  Poppy saw a doubled-over exercise mat in the corner. Dragging it to her, she lifted up enough to put it under her knees. The padding was thick enough to give her knees relief from the hard white floor and also thick enough to help her reach his cock easily while kneeling.

  “Are you going to…” he asked with his eyebrows raised.

  “Yep,” she said with a wicked grin. Unsnapping the buttons on his leather pants, she licked her lips.

  “I have seen this on the vids but I didn’t expect…”

  “I know, babe, but I want your cock in my mouth right about…now.” She gripped his length and tilted his cock down slightly to meet her open lips. Swiping her tongue across the precome that had begun to collect, she smiled against his tip at his sucked-in breath.

  “Shhhh…remember to be quiet. We don’t want the guys barging in here,” she teased.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Poppy took a moment to soak in the beauty in front of her. Wheaton’s hair was in disarray from her earlier run-through and he was still fully dressed in his leather shirt and pants. The only naked part was his erection that she’d pulled free from the opening in his pants. Meeting his gaze, she leaned forward and very deliberately gave him another teasing lick.

  “Don’t tease, little flower. Suck me.”

  Reaching the top of her head to pull out her hair band, he let her hair down to thread his fingers into the curls. Catching her hair in his grip, he used that as an anchor to move her closer to his cock. She could feel the heat coming off his body. With him gripping her hair, she became even more aroused. If a previous boyfriend had tried to push her head down, it would have instantly killed the mood. When Wheaton did it, all she felt was the overwhelming urge to do whatever he asked. Never before had she thought herself submissive but he apparently brought that out in her. Taking his guidance, she allowed him to move her mouth where needed and at that moment, he needed her sucking.

  Opening her mouth as wide as possible to not scrape him with her teeth, she breathed through her nose as she moved up and down in a quick but deep rhythm. Unable to go too far for fear of gagging, she braced one hand on the root of his cock as he shuttled in and out of her mouth. Twisting her hand every so often, she moved it to follow her lips as she pulled almost completely off the head and then back down. Once she got close to the base, she gave him a squeeze and her efforts were rewarded with a loud groan as his grip tightened in her hair.

  Feeling him get even harder in her mouth, she could hear the blood rushing between her ears and dropped her free hand between her thighs. Thank god for yoga pants. They were thin enough for her to feel the pressure of her fingers as she pressed against her clit and started humping her hand.

  Using his grip on her hair, Wheaton tilted her head back to meet his eyes. She saw him realize she was rubbing herself. The knowledge that she was pleasuring herself while he was in her mouth threw him over the edge. He gave one loud, continuous rumble and the muscles in his thighs tensed up. The cock in her mouth pulsed to a quick beat. She didn’t have long to prepare herself before she tasted his release on the back of her tongue and then was swallowing fast to contain it all. She had never been a swallower before but pulling away from Wheaton seemed like a sacrilege. As his hands loosened in her hair, she pulled slightly away to lick the remains of his come from his still-hard cock.

  The beautiful cock in front of her was starting to relax. She savored the taste of his release in her mouth as she stared up at his body. His large plum-shaped cock head, shining with her saliva, slowly deflated before her eyes, his member still long and wide as he took big, gulping breaths. Poppy wiped her swollen lips and sat back on her heels for a moment. Her own orgasm at the tips of her fingers was forgotten as she took in the satisfied male in front of her. Wheaton took that time to tuck himself, still half-hard, back into his leather breeches and reached down to help her off her knees. Tugging her up and into his embrace, he hugged her hard.

  “Let me return the favor, little flower. I am thirsty and I believe you may have something to sate me,” he murmured.

  “Why yes I do,” she said with a wink as she shimmied her pants down her hips. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

  “Excuse me, Poppy? Wheaton?” It was Hannah’s voice that came through the door.

  “Yes?” Wheaton asked, his voice still rough from his earlier groans and moans.

  “We need to get back to the Council. We’re running late but you seemed…busy.” Even through the door, Poppy could tell Hannah was blushing. To be honest, that blush probably matched the color on Poppy’s face.

  For a moment there, she’d completely forgotten there were others in the med center. At least the supply closet was at the end of the hall so hopefully they hadn’t heard too much. Poppy wasn’t a prude but she wasn’t one for public sex or even semipublic sex.

  Wheaton gazed down at Poppy with disappointment in his eyes. “I have to go. I forgot that we needed to get back so quickly.”

  Poppy laid her palm against his cheek. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling when he closed his eyes and relaxed into her hand. She reached up and gave him a deep kiss.

  “I understand, babe. Just remember I have something for you to drink tonight.” Winking at him when he groaned and adjusted himself in his breeches, she fixed her own clothes. Finding her discarded hair tie on the floor, she swooped it back up into a messy bun.

  Leaving the closet was fairly embarrassing. Hannah was bright red as she waited for Wheaton. Tamin and Rodin wouldn’t meet her gaze and Behyr just nodded at her with a small close-lipped smile.

  After the door closed behind them, she turned to her three friends and held up a finger.

  “Not one word,” she said in the sternest voice she could muster.

  This caused all three males to start laughing, first softly and then louder when she joined in herself a moment later.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  The rest of the afternoon was fairly boring for Poppy. Tamin and Rodin had expected the other brides to visit the med center but nobody had shown up yet. Poppy decided to keep to the supply closet for a while to make sure they would have things handy for when the brides did happen to show up. She also made sure to tuck the exercise mat back where she’d moved it from. That would hopefully come in handy again.

  Behyr had been called away to the training rooms after lunch but showed up at the end of the day looking disappointed.

  “What’s up?” she said, not really wanting to hear the answer.

  “Wheaton has been held up in the Council and will not be able to walk you back to your quarters or meet for dinner.” Behyr was studying her and obviously trying to gauge her mood.

  “Well…that sucks.” Poppy couldn’t stop the disappointment that swept through her, but she was sure it was out of his control. She realized this meant they would also be unable to finish what they’d started in the closet at lunch.

  Behyr was still staring at her as if she might burst into tears at any given moment. Knowing she needed to reassure him before he panicked, she shrugged.

  “I guess this means I’m free for dinner. Want to join me?” Her question was delivered with a sad smile.

  “That would be nice, although I received a message from Thorne that Valerie was wanting to see you also. Would you like to invite them to your quarters for a meal? Thorne suggested it when I spoke to him earlier.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Company should help keep me occupied.”
As she gathered her belongings, she yelled to Tamin, who had been fiddling with an instrument in the exam room, “Tamin, I’m heading out.”

  “K.O.,” was yelled back.

  “It’s ‘okay,’ you big goofball,” Poppy replied with a giggle.

  Deep laughter was followed by, “See you tomorrow morning, Poppy.”

  She was excited to see Val again. From what she had been told earlier, Valerie had been occupied with Council work all this time. If the glances Thorne had kept tossing Val’s way were any indicator then Poppy would bet he’d been Val’s shadow while she was on the ship.

  As they entered the apartment, Poppy decided a shower was in order. Her time in the closet this afternoon with Wheaton had been enough to make at least a change of clothes necessary. “I’ll be quick, feel free to watch one of the movies I have uploaded.”

  “I can wait until you are finished to start the vid. I was thinking of watching something that we have already seen.”

  Hanging out these past couple weeks, Poppy had introduced him to some of the films she loved. Behyr had quickly gotten addicted to any movie with Simon Pegg. His current favorite was Hot Fuzz and they’d watched it four times so far. Seeing where this was going, she quickly shot down another night of that movie and had him choose something else.

  “But it is so entertaining, Poppy,” Behyr said with what sounded close to a whine.

  “No.”

  “But—”

  “No. No more Hot Fuzz.” Poppy put her foot down.

  Hearing him grumble as she left the room, she almost laughed out loud. Poppy tried to finish quickly so she was ready when Val arrived. Just as she had entered the living area with still-wet hair, she heard the tone at the door.

  Waving her hand to open it, she smiled big when she saw a very flustered-looking Val and Thorne. Well well well. It appeared as though her pal Val had been participating in a make-out session recently, judging by the whisker burn on her neck and cheeks.

  “Hello, my long-lost buddy.”

  Catching the knowing smirk on Poppy’s face, Valerie grinned and stepped into the room to hug her.

  “Hey, lady, there’s so much we have to talk about,” she said.

  Poppy still hadn’t told Val of her pregnancy so she agreed with a quick nod. “Maybe we can talk real quick in private though?”

  “Of course.” Valerie nodded at Behyr on the couch. “Gentlemen, could you excuse us for a few seconds? We need to chat.” Not waiting for a response, she left Thorne at the door and dragged Poppy by the arm into the bedroom. As the door shut with a whoosh, she turned and said, “Spill it.”

  Poppy was unable to speak for a moment. Her nervousness at telling Val about the baby wasn’t due to trust. Poppy knew she could trust Val with anything, especially after what had happened with the bridal matches. It just hit her that the more people she told about the baby, the more real it seemed to get.

  “Well…I’m pregnant.” The words seemed to tumble out of her mouth.

  Val reached behind her to feel for the bed before sitting down with a flop.

  “Pregnant?” she asked, shock evident on her face.

  “According to Tamin and Rodin and that nifty regen bed, yes. Apparently Wheaton was virile enough to hit a homerun our first time at bat,” Poppy confirmed with a grin.

  “Wow. That’s just…wow.” Apparently Val was a little stunned because she didn’t say anything for a few moments. Just sat still, as if shell-shocked.

  “You doing okay, Val?” The expression on her face had Poppy worried. Valerie was always on her game. Now she seemed out of sorts and the color had drained from her face.

  “Um yeah, I guess I expected the brides to take longer to get pregnant. Not sure why, maybe it’s because they were cloning so much I figured that their juice wouldn’t be as potent,” she rambled as though she was nervous.

  “No…that’s not all. I can tell. There’s something more that’s bothering you,” Poppy said, calling her out. “It’s your turn to spill it. Now.”

  Valerie flopped back farther onto the bed with a groan and scrubbed her hands over her face.

  “Mmmpfffftherbnnn,” she mumbled.

  “What?”

  Taking her hands from her face, she let them drop to her sides on the bed while staring up at the ceiling.

  “I said…I slept with Thorne,” she repeated with a groan.

  “What?” Poppy yelled.

  “Keep your voice down!” she hissed, leaning up on her elbows. “I don’t want the whole ship to know!”

  “You slept with Thorne?” Poppy whispered to a miserable-looking Valerie.

  “Yes.” Sniffling as if she might cry at any time, Val continued on, “And it was amazing.”

  “Then what’s the problem, Val?” Poppy asked, unsure where this was going.

  “Well, according to the bun in your oven, I might have one of my own baking.” And there it was. A tear slid down Val’s face.

  “Well…fuck.” Unsure what the ramifications were of Val being with Thorne, she didn’t know what else to say.

  “Yeah, ‘fuck’ is right.” Standing up to pace, Val went on, “What if I’m pregnant? I’m pretty sure Thorne put his name into the pool to be selected for a bride. What if he wants to be matched with Miss Perfect and doesn’t want whatever it is we have going on?” Stopping to stare at the door with a sad face, she went on, “We bicker all the time and this wasn’t something I planned…it just happened.”

  Always one to see the bright side of a situation and make a plan, Poppy thought for a couple seconds.

  “Okay, let’s break this down… First, you slept with Thorne when he might have a bride being matched. You just need to talk to him ASAP and see where he stands on the bridal match now you’ve hooked up. I’m not saying he’s all hearts and roses over you, but from my experience with these big guys, when they see something they want they go after it. In this case, it was you. And I’ll tell you something right now, Thorne was looking at you pretty hard the first time you visited me.”

  Seeing Val nod at her with a hesitant smile, she continued, “Second, you may not even be pregnant. Wheaton and I may have just been extremely lucky on our first shot. Just because I’m knocked up doesn’t mean all of them are this fertile.” Poppy noticed Val blushed and her gaze skittered away.

  “Why do I have a feeling there is more to the story?” she asked.

  “Well, it wasn’t just one time…” Valerie admitted in a soft voice. “We’ve been going at it like bunnies this whole week.” Her face was now completely red.

  Poppy let that sink in. “Okay. Still, it could be bad timing. Don’t start picking out baby names until you visit the medical unit for an exam. That regen bed they have can pick up a pregnancy almost immediately. As my mom used to say, there is no point in borrowing trouble.”

  She gave Val a half hug and moved over to the door. “Now let’s eat, this baby is starving.” Seeing Val glance down at her stomach, she laughed. “I know, I know. I’m barely pregnant, but since I am, I’ve decided I’m going to blame every donut or hamburger on this baby and say fuck it.”

  Their dinner ended up being relaxing considering all the shenanigans going on around them. Poppy noticed Thorne seemed to touch Val or smile at her throughout the night. The slight touches on the shoulder or a quick brush of hair behind her ear managed to make Poppy slightly jealous. These were the small things she hadn’t been able to share with Wheaton since Hannah had arrived.

  “So, I had lunch with Wheaton and Hannah today.” Noticing Val’s mouth drop open, Poppy admitted, “She actually isn’t that bad. We had a moment when I thought I could have happily pulled out every strand of her silky hair while cackling like a mental patient, but I think that’s been taken care of.” Val was now staring at her as if she had lost her mind. “Really. I think I may have diverted her attention to another warrior anyway.”

  Poppy noticed Behyr’s gaze snap up when she added that last part. Trying to hide her smile, she turned t
o wink at Val.

  “What warrior?” Behyr’s question came out gruff and demanding.

  “Well, it seemed as if she enjoyed lunch today with the guys so I’m hoping there may be romance in the air.” Not wanting to give too much away, she hinted to Val and noticed her catch on to a possible match in the making.

  Val figured out what Poppy was doing and offered her own observations. “She is very attractive,” she said, while nodding at the men. “I’m sure she’ll get snatched up quickly, considering we’re unsure when more brides will be called. Right now, it’s like a supercharged season of The Bachelorette.”

  Behyr quickly picked up his plate, taking it to the kitchen bar. “I have business to attend to.” With a slight bow to the girls and then Thorne he strode to the door. “I will see you tomorrow morning for our walk to the med center, Poppy. Please contact me if you need anything later tonight since I am unsure when Wheaton will be available,” he said as an afterthought as he left.

  The minute the door closed, the women grinned at each other, bursting into giggles. Thorne sat, confused as to what had just happened.

  “What is so funny?”

  “Men. Men are funny. It seems it doesn’t matter if they’re human or alien.” Poppy was still trying to control her giggles.

  “Yes, they are. Did you see how quickly he lit out of here? It was like his pants were on fire.” Valerie was still laughing and then laughed harder when she noticed Thorne was still completely lost.

  “Thorne, your face right now is funny. Let me explain to you what just happened.” Taking her bottle of water and shaking it at him, Poppy said, “I noticed Behyr and Hannah had some chemistry at lunch today. There was quite a bit of heat between the two of them. I have a feeling that mentioning the good doctors as possible competition was just the nudge he needed to make his move.”

  “Or he may have just had business to attend to.” Thorne shook his head at the women.

  “Okay, let me put it this way… If you found out that another warrior was interested in Val, what would you do?” Poppy continued.