Reaching up, Pixie steadied herself using his shoulders as she lost herself in his kiss. Using her own tongue and teeth, she gave as good as she got. And holy shit was she getting it good. This man knew his way around a kiss.
By the time he lifted his mouth away from hers, Pixie had started to climb him like a tree. One leg was lifted and wrapped around his strong thigh, her pussy rubbing against the hard muscle of the limb.
Dathrow gripped her leg in one palm and bent his knees slightly. Smacking his large hand on the cheek of her ass, he cupped the flesh to boost her up until she could wrap her legs around his waist.
Pixie knew if there was ever a time to use her often-neglected thigh muscles, then this was it. Tightening her legs, she raised herself up on his waist until she could feel the head of his cock underneath her. Dathrow had one arm underneath her ass, supporting her weight as he used his other to position the tip at her opening.
“Are you ready?” The words were rough and raw, mirroring the heat in his eyes as he watched her.
“Fuck yes, I’ve been ready since we woke up.” The words had barely left her lips before Pixie was dropped down onto the pike of his erection. The sudden fullness of her pussy caused her breath to catch in her chest. “Holy—”
“Fuck.” The curse word coming from Dathrow’s mouth startled Pixie. Even though she was literally skewered on him, she had an insane urge to giggle. That feeling faded quickly when Dathrow used both palms to grip her ass as he started to move her up and down on his cock.
The hold he had on her pulled her cheeks wide open, causing a slight pinch against her asshole. The combination of sensations that were rioting through her body was overwhelming. The hard impact of Dathrow’s cock shuttling up into her channel added to the sting of her ass took her breath away.
Hanging on to his shoulders, Pixie had no choice but to take the battering. Feeling as though she couldn’t breathe in the steamy bubble, she reached out her hand to smack the button, halting the deluge of hot water over their bodies. As the drops stopped raining down onto them, the sound of her body accepting his into her pussy became loud and obscene.
As Pixie rode him up and down, she ground the front pad of her pussy against his pelvic bone. The short hairs at the base of his cock, softened with the wetness that had dripped down from her, supplied her with a unique sensation.
“I’m so close.” Pixie nipped at any bit of skin that she was able to reach on Dathrow’s chest.
At her words, his hips started moving faster. “Good, we need to be quick.”
Hands gripping harder, he pounded up into her as he dropped her down heavily onto his pelvis. Tightening her legs, Pixie marveled at the strength of her lover.
Knowing that she was close to coming but feeling as if she needed more, Pixie widened her legs and let go of Dathrow’s hips. With his hands still supporting her weight, she spread her feet until she could place them against the shower wall that was behind him. With her back now against one side of the pod and her feet braced against the curved wall behind him, Pixie locked herself in place. The new position allowed Dathrow to hold her steady as he hammered himself into her dripping core. The new angle of his penetration hit that special spot high inside Pixie, pushing her over the edge.
This was a hard and furious quickie. Screaming into the small space, Pixie couldn’t help but vocalize the feeling of rapture that was now rippling through the lovingly abused sheath that Dathrow invaded. Hands clutching at his back, Pixie dug her nails into him to hold him as close as possible as her body locked and released around him. Vaguely she was aware of him stiffening and rumbling loudly against her body as she writhed in pleasure, pinned to the wall. Hot spurts filled her body as her pussy happily accepted his offering. Breathing heavily, Pixie soaked in the satisfaction coursing through her body as she drifted into a Zen-like state.
Pixie jumped in his arms when the water from the top of the shower started spraying over their cooling bodies.
“Sshhhh…I have you.” The words were said softly in their cocoon while Dathrow slowly lifted Pixie off his now-softening cock.
As he cuddled her close, the warm water causing Pixie to want to drift off to sleep, she felt a small vibration against her back as his band signaled he had a message.
“Well damn,” Pixie muttered, at that moment hating his job a little.
“It could have happened ten minutes ago,” he pointed out with a chuckle. “Although I can say that it would not have managed to stop me.”
“Well I sure as hell hope not.” Pixie smiled as she remembered exactly what position she was in ten minutes ago. Shifting her hips, she grimaced.
“What is wrong?” Dathrow’s concerned voice broke through over the sound of rushing water.
“I feel like I’ve been doing squats, and let me tell you, there is a reason I don’t do squats,” Pixie snorted. “My muscles are gonna be angry with me later.”
“Do you need to visit medical?”
“Jesus, Dath. Can we not talk about going to medical every time you fuck me?”
Pixie smacked wetly at his chest as she quickly soaped up before handing him the pouf to use.
“I worry.” Shrugging as though that would not be something he would ever change, Dathrow hurried through washing. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist.
Pixie took her time squeezing her hair dry before she moved to her own clothes. There was nothing worse than having wet hair drip onto dry clothes.
“I have to leave now or I will be late.” Dathrow was now fully dressed as he moved to put on his boots.
“Okay.” Pulling on her own clothes, Pixie watched him lace and latch his boots. “Message me and let me know when you will be home.”
“I will.” Moving forward to give her a quick kiss, Dathrow smacked her sharply on the ass before walking away.
“Hey!” Pixie yelped at the sharp sting through her thin yoga pants.
“Don’t act like you did not like it,” he teased as he left.
“He’s right. I did like it,” Pixie said to the empty room before flopping down onto the bed. “I think I deserve a nap.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Pixie asked Poppy the minute she stepped through the doorway to her apartment.
“You’re like the Energizer Bunny.” Poppy shook her head at her sister and offered her a cookie from the plate she had in her hands.
“I can’t help it. I’m used to staying busy,” Pixie defended herself. “By the way, who is the dude outside and why isn’t Finch here?”
“Finch got called to meetings today.” Pixie raised her eyebrow at her sister. “I’m thinking he may have volunteered since we messed with him so much yesterday.”
Pixie laughed at the offended look on her sister’s face. “We may need to be a bit nicer until the new warriors get used to our humor, sis.”
“It was fine until you came here.” Flopping down onto the couch, Poppy rubbed her stomach. “I think when we get together everything is magnified.”
“Wonder twin powers unite?” Pixie held out her hand for a fist bump and nodded when Poppy met it with a bang at the end. “Boom.”
“I think Hudson is planning on bringing Maisey and Tempest by today.”
“Seriously?” Pixie couldn’t hide her excitement of meeting one of the original Phaeton brides. “Aren’t you anxious to see what your baby might look like?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Poppy asked with a frown.
“Ummm…Pops, these guys are like seven feet tall. What if Tempest is two years old and already too big to carry? Or better yet, aren’t you curious to ask how Maisey handled delivering an alien baby?”
“Well, I wasn’t until you said that! Geez, Pix. Don’t start saying things that scare me now.” Poppy gave her the skunk eye as she bit harshly into another cookie.
“Sorry, Pops.” The words were soft but Pixie couldn’t help but think of all the questions she h
ad for Hudson’s wife regarding labor and delivery. She wasn’t going to pretend she wasn’t scared of childbirth. In her head she’d always known she was going to be one of the women who requested the max amount of drugs to get through labor without killing someone.
“I think you’re worried about getting pregnant, aren’t you?” Poppy teased. “You and your unbelievably low pain tolerance want to interrogate Maisey so you can start freaking out now instead of later. Admit it.”
“Shut it, bish.” Pixie stuck her tongue out at her sister.
Snatching the last cookie from Poppy’s plate, Pixie moved quickly out of reach.
“That was my last one!”
“Your ass will thank me later.”
“Speaking of asses. We need to figure out a way to stay active here. It’s not like we can walk around the block to get exercise anymore. Ideas?”
Pixie thought for a few moments before replying, “Well, we could have our dance parties like when we lived together.”
“You mean our ‘antisocial Zumba’?”
“Yeah,” Pixie said nodding. “We did work up a sweat. Plus, I downloaded some new music that would be fun to dance to.”
“As long as it’s not that hipster music where you can only sway to it.” Poppy heaved herself up from the couch.
“It’s not hipster music, dammit! Just because you can understand the words and it may or may not have an accordion doesn’t make it hipster,” Pixie muttered, following her sister into the kitchen. “I fucking hate that term.”
“It’s because you are that term,” Poppy argued as she put her plate into a small sink.
“Sometimes I hate you.”
“Oh shut it, you love me and you know it.” Poppy gazed longingly at the food generator as if staring at a high school crush.
“That thing is the devil,” Pixie said aloud.
Poppy snorted and acted as if she was covering the machine’s nonexistent ears. “Shhh. Don’t make it mad or it won’t make us deliciousness anymore.”
Tugging her sister by the hand away from temptation, Pixie moved back into the living room.
“Okay, let me move the table so we can start now.” Pixie leaned down to heave the small white coffee table to the side of the room.
“But I have a stomach full of sugar cookies,” Poppy whined.
“And that’s all your fault, you lazy cow. You need to do more than just sit and eat cookies during this pregnancy.”
“Pffft.” Poppy blew a raspberry in Pixie’s direction. “Fine,” she said on a gust of air. “Let me see what music you have.”
“It’s in my bag, first pocket on the front,” Pixie grunted as she pushed the table farther out of their way.
“Pixie, you’ve upped your hipster collection quite a bit while I’ve been gone. Geez, how many albums does this one artist have? Six!” Poppy swiped her finger to keep moving through the music.”
“Those are good songs.”
“And I bet they all sound the same,” Poppy teased her sister. “Okay, this is a good one. Shut Up and Dance. We should start with this as a warmup and then move to the faster stuff.”
“Unless we both have a heart attack and collapse within the first thirty seconds,” Pixie muttered as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. “That table is fucking heavy. I could probably count that as my exercise today and be done.”
“C’mon, you can’t pussy out already.” Poppy set up the music to play over the speakers in the living room. As the beat started, both women began moving around the small space.
Pixie was trying to breathe between dancing and laughing at the image of a pregnant Poppy doing the sprinkler. When she moved seamlessly into another goofy dance move, Pixie couldn’t help it any longer. Laughing, she held her stomach as she bent over and tried to catch her breath.
“What is going on?” The loud male voice boomed over the music the sisters had turned up fairly high.
Her laughter dying immediately, Pixie turned and recognized Hudson standing in the entry with a confused expression on his face.
“It looks like fun. Can I join in or is this an invitation-only party?” a soft female voice asked the question from behind the mountain of a man.
Hudson moved to the side, allowing the sisters to see his wife. Maisey was smiling widely, as if she was on the verge of laughter herself.
“Hi, I’m Pixie and this is my sister Poppy.” Pixie moved forward, breathing heavily to grip Maisey’s hand in a shake that was partly sweaty. “Sorry, you caught us doing our version of at-home Zumba.”
“Or what we like to refer to as ‘antisocial Zumba’,” Poppy piped up.
“Well, it looks like fun and I haven’t danced in what seems like forever.” Maisey peered behind her and said, “Tempest, come here, sweetie. This is Pixie and Poppy.”
Pixie’s breath caught in her throat. Maisey and Hudson’s daughter was gorgeous. For only being two years old, she had long hair that fell in soft curls down to her waist. Perfectly tanned skin graced her miniature frame, giving her the appearance of a child raised in the islands.
“Hi.” The softly spoken word was accompanied by a sweet smile before Tempest stuck her thumb in her mouth.
“She. Is. Precious,” Poppy breathed out.
“Isn’t she?” Pixie nodded in agreement. “And look, she’s not a giant.”
“Wait, what?” Hudson asked, confused.
“Poppy here is worried that your alien genes are gonna rip her apart coming out of her vagina,” Pixie deadpanned.
“Pixie!” Poppy said sharply as Maisey laughed.
“Oh, believe me. Labor wasn’t a walk in the park but it was worth it.” Maisey picked up Tempest who had started clinging to her leg. Handing her off to Hudson, she smiled and winked at Poppy. “And in case you’re wondering, she was a little over ten pounds when she was born.”
“Holy shit!” Poppy seemed horrified that her baby could potentially be that big. Then realizing what she had practically yelled, she covered her mouth. “Sorry! I’m not around kids very much.”
“Don’t worry about it. She’s heard worse…let’s just say that I have the mouth of a sailor and haven’t really been able to curb it much. And believe me. If I’d known how big she was going to be, I may have put down the sweets earlier rather than later.”
Hudson moved to put his free arm around his wife’s shoulders. “I seem to recall you almost biting my hand when I took a cookie away in one instance. I warned you that warriors were bred large and you did not listen to me.”
Poppy stared over at her sister with a stunned yet frightened look on her face. “We must dance. We must dance now.”
“Calm down, Pops.” Pixie shook her head at her sister.
“She had a ten-pound baby!” Poppy whispered furiously, her voice and panic loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Please excuse my sister.” Smiling at the trio who were watching Poppy closely, she gestured to the living area. “Please make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink?”
“We are fine,” Hudson replied for the group as he pulled a sippy cup out of his bag for Tempest. “Wheaton said that you may have some questions for Maisey today?”
Poppy sat down in one of the chairs that flanked the small couch. “I have so many it’s hard to remember them all. I was actually extremely curious about how she was snatched in the first place.”
As Pixie walked by to sit on the couch, she smacked her sister on the shoulder.
“What?” Poppy asked, her voice innocent.
“Geez. Snatched? Maybe she doesn’t want to talk about it.” Glancing sideways at the family on the couch, she apologized. “Ignore anything that comes out of her mouth.”
“No, it’s totally fine.” Maisey waved the apology away.
“So…?” Poppy leaned forward in her chair to listen intently.
“Honestly I don’t remember much from the actual kidnapping. I was on my ranch and had a friend visiting. We walked out to her car to bring in her
bags and then I remember a bright light and not much else.” Maisey shrugged. “I’m actually grateful that I wasn’t conscious during that part. I woke up N-A-K-E-D in a cell with my friend.” While Maisey spelled out the word, she nodded her head to Tempest, indicating she was guarding her words because of little ears.
“Wow.” Poppy breathed out. Sitting back in her chair, she darted her gaze back and forth between Maisey and Hudson. “Just. Wow.”
“Maisey, the men said you were being auctioned off when they rescued you?” Pixie asked, curious at how she’d gone from being in a cell to the Pleasure Sector.
“Yeah, we were in that cell for four days. I remember we kept asking questions and we just got gibberish back. It was awful. We were given clothes…hell, they weren’t really clothes. We were given thin gowns to wear. I don’t know why, but we thought that we were going to be freed. I guess when you’re in that situation, you hope for the best no matter what.”
“Then what happened?” Poppy asked.
Maisey looked over at Tempest where she’d fallen asleep against Hudson’s chest. She smiled softly before speaking. “We were led off the ship and paraded past groups of aliens. Some of them reached out to touch our hair or skin as we walked for seemed like a mile. It’s strange to go back and go over it again… I haven’t talked about those days in almost two years.”
“I’m so sorry. Please, you don’t need to say anything else. I’m too nosy for my own good,” Poppy said quickly.
“No, it’s good to talk about it. Cathartic almost.” Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts, Maisey continued, “We were walked onto a podium and for some reason I thought we were going to be executed. It was like one of those old hanging podiums like in the westerns, ya know? It wasn’t until the bidding started I realized we were up for sale. Even though we couldn’t understand one damn thing it was obvious what was happening.”
Hudson reached over with his free hand and rubbed her back. Maisey looked over at him with open adoration in her eyes.
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