by Rena Marks
“Ugh,” Lara said. “Nothing long enough to braid. So disgusting.”
“Can we change the subject?” Marcie asked.
There was silence for a couple of minutes, and then another voice continued.
“We can secretly replicate all our toys,” Lara said. “And sneak them to you the night of the ball. We’ll tell Bajoc it’s an Earth tradition to give a boxed present to someone to open in their own privacy once they return home.”
“Bajoc?” Marcie’s voice was curious.
Bajoc winced. Oh, no. Lara was about to let her know…
“He was charged with the task of putting on the ball. Tristan told me. I figured he was going to come home and tell you.”
“He did not.” Marcie’s voice sounded rather cold.
All the men looked at him accusingly. “I rule the roost in my household,” he blustered. “I tell my mate what I need her to know, when I need her to know it.”
“Bastard’s going to be eating porridge tonight,” Marcie said.
The other men sucked in a breath. Porridge had been making its rounds throughout the households.
“I’ll need to schedule time at the Bubbled Waterfall,” Bajoc whispered to the men.
“You’ll need a fine gift to mollify her with also,” Dronan said.
Kresna elbowed Chautles. “Poor fool. Bless him.”
“I have something,” Kriekjan whispered. “An image of something I’d found from an Ee-Arth trading post. The most uncomfortable and ugly chair ever, but human females—especially those nursing—love the concept and thought behind it. I’ll get you the drawings and dimensions when they leave the hologram unit.”
For all his talk and bluster, Bajoc gulped, and nodded appreciatively. Because smoothing out Marcie’s phera-hormones would not be easy.
“Our men don’t know that you girls are in such dire straits if the unibrow doesn’t grow, do they?” Lara asked.
All eyes flew to the Supreme Commander, who whitened.
“Yes. Lennard was aware of our impending deaths when he whisked us from the planet. He told me the first day here that he would have a meeting with Helian Six to explain why we must stay here.”
“Our guys have been keeping huge secrets from us?” Anita asked coldly.
Kamau gulped. “We’ll deny it as a whole,” he whispered to the other men. “No one needs to know we knew.”
“We’ll get your unibrows to grow,” Marcie said. “One way or another. In the meantime, our men need to learn that secrets are not kept from their mates.”
“It’s the only way to keep us from having secrets also,” Anita said. “Such as…say two people are having an affair? Well, I would certainly expect Marcie to keep my secret if I was screwing another Freijian who was Kamau’s friend.”
“And I would do so,” Marcie said, clear as a bell.
“What?! Who?” Kamau roared out loud, before they could stop him. “I’ll kill the bastard who dares to touch my mate!”
Dead silence came from the flying drone.
“Aha,” Anita said sweetly. “Told you they were listening.”
Bajoc let out a long, drawn out sigh. Kamau should be put to death. He exposed them all to eavesdropping. The mates would not forgive them for this one.
“Lennard, I’d like to see you. At once!” Pariah shrieked.
Kriekjan glared at all the men still wrapped around him. “Spying was not my idea. I’m giving you all up to save my own silver ass.”
Warily, the men all followed him to his ship. The doors opened just as they got there, all females clamoring down the metal ramp. Even the Puritans looked upset.
“You told everyone of my indiscretions, Lennard? Painted me out to be some kind of ball-busting whore?”
“No, my ladybug, of course not! You are a delicate flower in bloom, your scent unrivaled…”
Pariah gasped. “Dear Lord”—the Puritans crossed themselves, so Bajoc did the same—“are you letting everyone know I allowed you between my sacred thighs to sniff?”
Bajoc’s hand froze in the last movement of the sign, hovering over his shoulder as he forgot the ritual.
“I told no one, my goddess!” Kriekjan’s tone had changed to a pathetic whine.
“You just told the entire planet, Lennard. Now I shall be beating the rest of the Freijians off with a stick for a whiff of my personal perfume. Thanks a lot!”
With that arctic blast, she turned and ran sobbing into the ship, the four skinny, ugly females rushing to console her.
The other mates never said a word. They simply marched in one, tight-lipped file to the school.
* * * * *
Marcie:
“Honey?” Bajoc said. “Lily needs nourishment from your fine breasts. And I brought you a gift.”
Marcie came from Reese’s room. “Just cleaning up a little. Reese should be home from school soon.”
He sighed in relief, believing she was cooled down enough that she was again speaking to him. In reality, she was curious about what he’d made. The gift was a new wooden, rocking chair placed in the living room. The men had been gone all afternoon. Anita assured them all that Kamau had whispered they were busting their asses building fine gifts to mollify the “mates.”
“A rocking chair?”
“All for you. So that you may relax when you nurse Lily.” He’d folded a towel on the hard surface of the bottom. No matter. She could easily stitch up a padded seat as soon as Lily slept.
She took the cooing baby from him, and settled down into the rocking chair with her sweet infant at her breast.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had the task of preparing the ball?” she asked.
His face fell. “I didn’t want to admit I was saddled with the chore. I knew you could do a wonderful job with it, and so I thought I could just get you involved. It would be something to share between us.”
“It would have been much easier if you would have just asked me,” Marcie said. “Instead, I thought you were sneaking around and hinting about the Puritans because you were attracted to them.”
“Attracted?” Bajoc’s face looked horrified, and Marcie realized she had never been so far off the mark.
“Well, what did you expect? You’re ranting and raving about the poor things and trying to give them my diamonds!”
“I was simply trying to appeal to your motherly, protective instincts.”
“How about if we communicate next time instead of you trying to get me to do what you want and me misunderstanding?”
He shook his head. “I am sorry if I caused you pain, Marcie, my love. You know there is no other female for me. You are the light of my life. The mother of my offspring.”
He dropped to his knee, right there in front of her and Lily. She cupped his cheek, her thumb caressing the slicker skin of his silver scar. The adoration in his eyes was worth everything.
He looked hesitant when he asked, “About that return favor for sitting Titi…do you think Lara and Tristan might watch our brood? We can have our date tonight.”
Her heart bubbled with happiness. Time alone with her mate was exactly what they needed. “I’d love that.”
His grin matched hers. “I shall go see if it is acceptable with them while you finish feeding Lily. If it works, we can drop Lily off and head directly there.”
Chapter Seven
The few birds they’d collected from the zoo planet appreciated the bubbled falls. They tweeted from up in the tree tops, the singing cascading through the trees. Bajoc was being very gallant, helping her over any fallen branches.
Of course, a couple times he tried to cop a feel.
She didn’t protest. It had been a long time since they had alone time, and she was looking forward to seeing all that gleaming silver skin nice and wet.
Finally, they turned the corner to find the dense, tree-covered secret forest. She’d been away for so long, but as soon as she saw the trees, she knew just where they were.
A frisson of happiness burbl
ed from deep inside. She grabbed Bajoc’s arm, pulling him back to her. Then, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders to hoist herself onto a rock. From there, she was able to pull him close with arms around his neck.
“I love it here,” she said. “This makes me so, so happy.”
“Marcie, my love, this will be our place,” he whispered, his voice deep and sexy. His lips pursed, coming straight for her. “Whenever you need to get away. It is just for me…and you.”
God, she was a weak, weak woman. She locked her lips to his, tasting his tongue as he plunged it into her mouth. Ah, hell. Screw Virginia. No matter if he had been tempted by her woolen skirts, she had Bajoc now, and she wouldn’t let him forget how she rocked his world.
“Remember the secret of the Bubbled Waterfall. No one else knows of this place. Shh. You can’t tell any of your friends.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “It will be our secret.”
“Yes,” she agreed, bemused with his sexy voice as he pulled her closer. “Our secret. No one knows?”
“No. Let’s keep it that way, Marcie, my heart. Come on.”
They turned the corner to see the massive site. Huge bubbles fell from the cliffs above, bubbles so big, her head appeared small by comparison. They rolled down the side of the falls, filling the body of water below with bouncing bubbles.
Then, holding her eyes with his, he slowly stripped. He pulled his shirt over his head, and he pushed his pants over lean hips, bending down to remove his shoes.
He rose to his feet. He was massive, so muscular and perfect that she couldn’t resist staring at the contours of muscle in his thighs, the ripples of muscles of his abs. The broad chest, with the beautiful tattooing of his rank striding across it. Best of all, the erection that rose, showing his desire for her. He reached out to her as she stared rather bemused.
“Shall I undress you?”
Wordlessly, she nodded. He reached behind her to untie the straps of her halter top. Her breasts bounded free. He cupped her gently, so softly, as if he worshipped her body. Then he reached down to push the miniskirt from her hips. He even knelt to remove her sandals, and then stood up again.
“Take my hands.”
She put her hands in his. He stepped backward, still holding her hands as he gently pulled her to the water. The splashing sounds from the falls weren’t loud. Instead, it was gentle and peaceful. The bubbles didn’t part as they entered, instead merging to their bodies, and they continued walking until he stood waist-deep and she was up to the tips of her breasts. Her sensitive nipples hardened, the ripples in the water tickling them. By the way his nostrils flared, Bajoc noticed.
“Come over here. There are some rocks.” His voice was husky.
They moved downstream where smooth rocks were protruding from the surface of the lapping water. Bubbles parted for them. He sat on one, and held out his hand to help her up. “I’d love to stretch out naked on the rocks here and dry in the sun.”
An image of Bajoc in all his magnificent splendor had her catching her breath. It sounded so sensuous. “We can do it. No one knows about this place but us.”
An expression so fleeting crossed his face, she almost missed it. Guilt. But as soon as it was gone, she knew she must have interpreted it.
Instead, she focused on visualizing the image of his naked body as he would be stretched out, flat on his back with his arms up, using his hands to cushion the back of his head. Her attention returned to him and his body as he leaned back onto the smooth, wet rocks. The water made his nipples taut, hard tips of a darker gray temptation. His were pierced, gleaming black rings dangling from them. She desperately wanted to lick him.
He grinned at her, making him look boyish despite the huge scar across his cheek. The massive horns that jutted from his head.
Oh hell, why not? She knew this would be the one and only time she found herself sitting in a beautiful waterfall with her sexy mate, without their children around. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips before she turned into him and lowered her face. He gasped as her mouth latched on to him and he arched his back to give her easier access. One of her hands slid across his flat belly under the water while her other hand gripped his shoulder to keep her balance. His fingers slipped into her hair to encourage her. She shifted even closer to him, released his nipple and kissed her way to the other one. Her hand caressed from his belly to his chest, and then back down to the tiny cuts of muscles. She inched her way to the skin at the side of his groin, massaging the muscles with her thumbs. He arched his hips, and his powerful erection stood thick and proud.
This was hers. Every inch of him. The hell with Virginia. She was going to blow his mind.
The hold on her hair tightened until he fisted it and tugged her away from sucking and teasing his nipple.
“Don’t tease,” he whispered hoarsely.
She met his gaze for a split second before he lowered his head and his mouth touched hers. His lips forced hers apart, his tongue delving in to explore her.
She tried to lift her leg to climb on his lap, but he suddenly broke the kiss to stare at her.
“I’m sorry—it’s been so long. I need you fast and hard. Hands and knees right here, but turn around,” he snarled, his voice harsh. “I need you, my Marcie.”
His stern tone didn’t scare her, and neither did the scar that adorned his face. She understood why he sounded half out of control since she wanted him more than her next breath. Letting go of him wasn’t easy since her hands loved caressing the muscles of his chest, but she managed to do it. The rock they shared was similar to a ledge, and she rose to her knees on it. The embankment directly behind them was a sharp incline covered with grass and clover.
“Grab something,” he growled. “And hold on for dear life.”
A thrill of anticipation shot through her. Big hands gripped her hips and pushed her forward enough that her hands reached for the edge of the rock just under the water. A knee nudged her thighs, so she spread them apart. His massive form curled over her back. One of his hands opened mere inches from her left one, and he braced.
His cock nudged against her pussy then slid up and down her slit, smearing her juices over her sensitive flesh. He pushed slightly and breached her opening. He rose and clasped both of his hands onto her hips and anchored her firmly in front of him.
Marcie moaned from the slow, but forceful, thrust of his hips. He made her take all of him without any hesitation. The feel of him inside her was powerful and intimate, bonding them together as one.
His hold on her hips adjusted and he snaked one arm forward until his hand cupped her pussy from the front. His fingers parted her swollen flesh to locate her clit. He pressed a finger against it, making her whimper with need. Near her ear, Bajoc growled and withdrew completely before he slammed into her harder and deeper than before. Marcie cried out from the intense pleasure and he wrapped around her tighter as her fingers dug into the grass.
Bajoc pounded against her as his fingers rubbed teasing circles over her clit. She couldn’t think. Nothing existed but his driving cock, hitting sensitive nerves that were drawing her dangerously close to climax.
Her greedy lady-parts felt like they were swallowing him whole, each time he sank into her. He pounded harder, hammering her rapidly. Her swollen, tender breasts jiggled.
“Am I too rough?”
“No, keep going.” This time, it was she who snarled.
She was climbing higher and higher, reaching for something that was descending and ready to slam into her. He seemed to sense her need, driving into her deliberately.
“Yes,” she cried out as he thrust into her even faster and harder. “God, that feels good,” she panted. “I’m so close.”
He inhaled sharply and continued to pound into her from behind while his finger played with her clit. Pleasure tore through her entire body from her center outward. She arched her back as the rubber-band of pleasure snapped within her. Bajoc roared as he came too, pounding blasts of his release deep inside he
r body. She could feel him coming, the warm spread of his semen filling her as his hips slowed.
Marcie panted, trying to catch her breath. Her body felt totally boneless and limp as she basked in the afterglow of that bout of hot, sweaty sex. It didn’t matter that her head had lowered and that her cheek rested against the cold rock below. That her ass was up in the air. A smile curved her mouth when she realized she wouldn’t have cared if they were lying in mud, as long as they were together.
Slowly he pulled out, making her groan. She’d never felt closer to him and her vaginal walls clamped down almost as if they didn’t want him to leave.
He backed away enough to take his weight off her back while his hold on her waist eased. He sat back on the rock, dangling his legs in the bubbled water, and pulled her onto his lap sideways. Their gazes met, and she smiled.
“I missed that. I missed you. Wow, there are no words for your performance.”
He nuzzled her head aside with his face, and she thought he wanted to kiss her neck. He lowered his head instead and sucked at her neck, pressing light kisses against her. “I love you so much, my mate.”
She sighed happily against him, then looked up at him. His beautiful, silvery-gray skin. The way his scar glittered with a lighter silver color. She loved him to no bounds.
“Shall we enjoy a little swim?” he asked.
She knew time was limited. Lily nursed every three to four hours, after all. She slipped off his lap and into the water, with him following close enough to not let her go.
“It’s so strange to swim in the bubbles,” she laughed, giddy with the sexual glow.
“But so sexy to swim naked.” His eyes gleamed as he looked down at her breasts.
She splashed him in the face, and swam off, screaming as he took off after her. She felt him grab her ankle and drag her under. Then a warm, slick body pressed against hers, bringing her back up to cut through the surface of the bubbles. She broke away again, just to have him chase her.
This was heaven. No matter how hard she tried, she’d never be able to get away from her Bajoc. And truth was, she always wanted him to chase her. Even when she was mad.
