Dangerously Hers (Loving Dangerously #3)

by A. M. Griffin

  The next swipe was long and sinful, dipping in the water, from his base and up his underside. Her eyes locked on him the entire way. Heavy-lidded lashes framing amber, lust-filled eyes watched her back.

  As she reached his head, she parted her lips to engulf him. With a mouth full of him, she witnessed him biting his lip. She pulled back and used her tongue to twirl and tease his rigid head and slit.

  Gloriously, she dug her nails into his skin. Her pussy grew hotter and engorged with need. She moaned down the length of him, taking as much as she could. His swollen cock filled her mouth. Her lips stretched to accommodate his thickness.

  She widened her mouth and pushed down. As his head hit the back of her throat, she gagged and swallowed, taking him farther.

  “Ahh,” he moaned.

  He ran his fingers through her hair. His breaths came out in ragged pants. She gripped her lips around him, making them slide up and down with slippery ease. She pulled back to spit on his tip and stroke it.

  He hummed low. His muscles flexed within her grip. She started at his head and ran her tongue down the right side of his cock to the base. With her eyes on him, she used her lips to grasp the top side of penis and rode his length back up to his tip. There, she opened her mouth and engulfed him, filling her jaws with shaft.

  “Jess!”

  She repeated the action on the left side. She groaned louder than him. Spit dropped from her mouth to her chin. His legs quaked and shook under her hands. His hands gripped her hair, pushing and pulling as she slid her mouth around and up and down his cock.

  “You’ll make me spill my seed.”

  She pulled away from his shaft with a wet plop. Her hand stroked him in figure-eight motions. “I don’t see the problem with that. I want to taste you.” Leaning in, she held her tongue out, ready to swipe at him again.

  An animalistic sound filled his chest. He held her head away and moved back. “This is not how I’ll spill my seed today,” he stated. He grabbed under her arms and pulled her to stand. In a raspy voice he declared, “My seed will coat the inside of your walls.”

  In an instant her pussy slickened with need.

  She didn’t object as he palmed her ass and lifted her from her feet. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She hooked her ankles on his fine ass.

  He reached between them and positioned his cock against her greedy entrance. She pulled him closer and descended.

  As she stretched open, she found herself biting back a cry against his skin. Damn, he felt good. His fingers gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks together and lifting her. Her pussy was vacant and void without him. Shuddering, she sank back onto him, instantly feeling him stretch her core.

  Rasha met her rhythm. His hips thrust to meet hers. Her hardened nipples brushed against the hairs on his chest. Their coarseness made her already sensitive buds fire miniscule pleasure sensations throughout her body.

  She grabbed a handful of his hair. “Damn, Rasha. You feel so good.”

  He groaned and massaged her ass, bringing her farther down his cock.

  Her pussy clenched around him, grabbing and milking. Her juices coated his length with ease as he filled her.

  “Your pussy is mine.”

  And there it was. The husky sexiness that she loved about his voice. Her pussy quivered as if answering him.

  His mouth covered hers. Her tongue met his. Dueling, they danced and tangled in a frenzied motion. Jess settled deep down on him and rolled her hips, his cock too much for her to take. But she tried anyway.

  “You are perfect,” Rasha drawled.

  That was all she needed to hear.

  Her walls spasmed around him. Holding him tight, she rode out the waves, letting him set the pace. Up and down, he drove into her. Faster and harder, he moved within her.

  Rasha’s legs and arms shook as his body convulsed. With a roar he threw back his head. His hands bit harder into her skin. Tightening her legs and arms around him, she held on as he released every drop he had.

  He cradled her limp body in his arms and walked them to the water’s edge. There, he went to a knee and laid her on the sand and settled next to her, holding her close.

  “We have a conference call,” she said sleepily.

  “We still have time.”

  “That was…” She struggled to find the right words.

  “Are you about to compliment me?” he teased.

  “Right.” She adjusted her head on the nook of his arm. Using a finger, she trailed a circle around a brown nipple.

  He watched her. “I could get used to this.”

  She bit her lip. Get used to this.

  Commitment?

  Normalcy.

  Together.

  Trust.

  “I didn’t mean to cause you to panic.”

  “What?”

  “You’re panicking.”

  She scoffed. “I’m not panicking. I think you overestimate the effect you have on women.”

  He smiled lazily. “I’m not overestimating the effect I have on women. I’m just sure of the effect I have on you.”

  She punched him playfully on his chest. “We should get dressed.”

  “Later. This is nice. We can talk.”

  “I never thought you would be the cuddling type.”

  “Is it so bad that I want us to enjoy this time and get to know each other?”

  “I guess not.”

  “Tell me.”

  “What? You suggest we cuddle and talk and then you want me to start it off?”

  “I want to know more about you.”

  “You know I was a space pirate for a while,” she said, giving in. “I’m an only child. What more is there to know?” She purposely left out the capture from Earth and brothel parts.

  “Did you lose family when the Loconuist invaded?”

  She didn’t know what made her want to tell him. It could have been the weather or the way they were lying in each other’s arms on the beach, or the way he was stroking her back. She didn’t know and it didn’t really matter. “I was captured along with my father.”

  He lay quietly, his hands making a leisurely path up and down her back.

  “We waited too long to get out. I packed some clothes and went to my dad’s house first but he wasn’t there. So I went to the only other place I knew he would be, his business. I wanted us to go somewhere secluded and safe.” She laughed as the words spilled from her mouth. “You know, in the end, when we really knew it was over, we still didn’t want to leave.”

  “Why not?”

  “My dad. He didn’t want to leave the company he had built from the ground up. Even after all the employees stopped coming to work, we still did, just him and me, every day for a week. With the spacecraft hovering above our city, we sat in our offices as if nothing were amiss. We just didn’t want to believe it was over.”

  “The Loconuist are known to be relentless in their attacks on worlds. Many great nations have fallen under their assaults. From what I hear, your world tried its best.”

  “Eva survived for months after the invasion. Us? We didn’t last two weeks. I mean, how pathetic were we?”

  “I’m sure—”

  She put up her hand. “No, it is what it is. We had a lot of stuff, a lot of money, a lot of pride and a lot of greed.” She took a hard breath.

  “Do you know where the Loconuist sold your father?”

  “They didn’t get a chance to sell him,” she said with satisfaction. “He died while we were still on their spacecraft.”

  “I’m sorry for your loss.” They lay in silence before he finally asked, “What about your mother? Where is she?”

  “She died when I was born.”

  “My mother and father are no longer alive either. Do you have other family?”

  She shook her head. “I have a couple distant cousins but it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t want them to know what I’ve become. It’s better if they don’t know what happened to m
e. They probably didn’t fare so well either.”

  “The position of personal assistant to a warrior is a very prestigious one. It is nothing to be ashamed of, Jess.”

  “No, not this job. What I was before…at the brothel.”

  “You were taken. You did not go to the brothel of your own free will.”

  “It doesn’t matter. It’s still disgusting.” With that, she rolled out of his arms and away.

  “Jess, I didn’t mean to ruin this for you.”

  On her feet, she went straight for their clothes. “You didn’t. I’m fine.” She picked them up and tossed his to him, where they landed on his stomach. “Get dressed.”

  He lifted to his elbows. “Are you ordering me around?”

  “I wouldn’t be doing my job as your personal assistant if I let you take an important call naked and disheveled.”

  “Sated is the word I think would describe me right now,” he said, although he reached for his clothing.

  She avoided his gaze as she smacked some of the sand off her skin and pulled on clothing. The sand that stuck to her promised to make the return trip uncomfortable, but no more than spending the time in a cramped transporter with Rasha. Especially since she wasn’t sure if she was ready to surrender to him.

  “You need to call Taio first and tell him our plan, remember?” Fully dressed, she sat on her butt and wiped the sand from her feet and slipped on shoes.

  “Your plan.”

  “Right.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  What is wrong with me? she thought as she fast-walked down the hallway leading to her apartment.

  The conference call with the Zarcarians had gone better than expected. Taio had agreed to the plan and had been cold and methodical in his dealings with them. Once the Zarcarians realized they would lose the land, they had been more than willing to meet Taio’s price.

  She should have been happy and content. Not only had her idea worked but she had also gained respect from both Taio and Rasha. But instead she felt trapped and scared.

  Scared of Rasha and what he expected of her now.

  Rasha didn’t talk about “getting used to this” anymore. He didn’t have to. He made small talk about any and everything else. But the feeling of commitment weighed down on her just the same.

  It’ll be fine. Calm down. I just need a shower.

  She tried to slow her pace but couldn’t. Instead she broke out into a light jog. Finally she reached her front door and quickly scanned her hand. She hit the button to close the door behind her. Panting, she rested her back against it.

  Why does he want me? She shook her head. He couldn’t really. He was surrounded by throngs of females, human and Sonian alike. All of them were beautiful compared to her. None of them carried the baggage she carried.

  The plan to shower and meet Rasha for dinner was now down the drain. She made her way down the hall and kicked off her shoes as she went.

  She’d never been so happy to see her bed, she thought as she crawled into it.

  She curled into a ball and pulled the blanket over her head. He can do so much better than me.

  And that was the only thought needed to allow the floodgates of self-doubt to open wide.

  The doorbell rang. She stilled at the sound. Rasha?

  She ignored it and willed him away. She’d had her fill of him for one day.

  “Jess, I know you’re in there. Let me in,” Eva’s voice projected from the intercom.

  “I’m not home. Go away!” she yelled back.

  When she heard her door open, she pulled the blanket over her head.

  “What’s going on with you?” Eva asked as she entered Jess’ room.

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing? Really?”

  “I’m fine. Be gone.”

  “Hmm, I spoke with Rasha. He says the two of you had a wonderful time on your day trip to the ocean. He also believes the two of you are now in a relationship. Is that true?”

  “I thought Ship was going to talk to you about your meddling ways.”

  “What? Did you say something smart?”

  Jess bit her tongue. Eva was one of the few people she didn’t want to get on the bad side of.

  “Thought so,” Eva added. “Now, about you and Rasha, I think it’s about time.”

  “Eva, you don’t understand. I’m damaged goods.”

  “Why? Because alien scum sold you to a brothel?” The bed dipped as Eva took a seat next to her.

  “Why do you insist on doing this?”

  “Doing what?” Eva asked.

  Jess pulled the blanket down to give Eva a scolding glance. “Stop trying to push us together. You’re right, he is a good guy. He needs someone who can give him lots of children.” Jess pulled the blanket back over her head.

  “Jess, give it a try. Even if it doesn’t work out between you and Rasha, it’s still not the end of the world.”

  Jess snorted. “Uh, yes it is. Earth is no more.”

  “Okay, so I’m trying to help you but all I really want to do is cover your face with a pillow and put you out of your misery. Have you even asked Rasha if he wants children?”

  Jess gripped the pillow. “No, but you don’t understand.”

  Eva yanked the blanket from her body. “Boo-fucking-hoo, Jess,” she said with her face mere inches from Jess’. “My parents abandoned me when I was two. I spent the next fourteen years bouncing from one crappy-ass foster home to another until finally I was deemed too fucked up to get placed in any of those saintly people’s homes. I was finally sent to an orphanage where I was encouraged to petition the court for my emancipation.”

  Eva looked away, disgusted. “That was so I wouldn’t continue to be a burden on the state anymore. The only person who gave a damn was my sensei, Master Lee.” Eva shook her head. “The fates didn’t even let me have him for long.” Eva peered at Jess though the slits of her eyes. “And just when I thought my life couldn’t get any more fucked up than it already had, Earth was invaded. I was prepared to fight because that’s the only thing I know how to do. Fighting was the only constant I’d known since I was born. And then finally, by the grace of God, or the Ancients, or whoever, I was given a hero.”

  Eva shook her head. “I’m not saying I deserve a hero, but dammit I sure appreciate him.” Eva leaned in closer, the corners of her mouth turned up into a sneer. “You do not own the corner on having fucked-up things happen to you.”

  “You’re used to failing. I’m not.”

  Eva pulled back. “Oh, I get it. You’re not used to failing. Is that it? Now you don’t know how to pull yourself back together.”

  Jess squinted. “Fuck you.” She rolled out the other side of the bed and stomped over to her dresser. She opened a drawer and grabbed a clean pair of pants. “I don’t have to stay here for this.” She pulled the pants on and opened another drawer for a shirt.

  Eva stood and folded her arms. “Your words, not mine.”

  Jess pulled out a shirt. Anger boiled her blood. Screaming, she threw the shirt at Eva. “My life wasn’t supposed to be like this!” she yelled as the shirt sailed through the air, landing a foot in front of Eva. Jess slammed her back against the dresser and cried, “My dad was the billionaire infomercial king Arthello Moore. And I’ve shamed his name. He primed me to do so much more. I was not supposed to be a whore.”

  She slid down the dresser, painfully passing over the knobs of the drawers. Her eyes clouded with tears, the memories of the brothel fresh in her mind.

  The smells of the room…aliens wafted around her as if she were back there…again. She landed on her butt and buried her head between her knees.

  Her chest constricted. Not being able to pass enough air through her lungs made them burn.

  It just hurt so bad…the pain.

  She screamed out in agony about what her life had become. She pushed Eva’s hands away as Eva grabbed her shoulders.

  “Don’t touch me!” Jess cried the words out. The small amount of contact
seared her skin. “No matter how much I try to forget it, I can’t! I still see them, I feel them, for God’s sake, I hear them,” she cried.

  “Listen to me! You’re wrong. You’re Jessica Moore. That’s it,” Eva soothed. “Let it go.”

  “I can’t! You’re so right. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get past it.” Jess shook her head. “They changed me. They made me…damaged.”

  Eva gathered Jess into her arms. Even as Jess fought, Eva pulled her closer. “No, you’re not. Don’t ever believe that.” Eva wiped the overflow of tears from Jess’ cheeks and began to rock her back and forth.

  “My father,” Jess choked out between sobs. “He would’ve been so embarrassed.”

  “Jess, you outsmarted the owners of an alien brothel. Hell, you even outsmarted a bunch of bloodthirsty space pirates. You survived. Your dad would be proud of you.”

  Jess laughed hysterically. “Lies, all lies. I’m not the great escape artist everyone thinks I am. It was by pure accident.”

  Eva ran a comforting hand across Jess’ hair. “It doesn’t matter how you got away. The point is that you escaped. My only wish is that Ally would accidently escape the brothel she’s being held in.” Eva cradled Jess’ head in her hands and faced her. “Everyone here is trying to make a new life for themselves. We’ve all been given a second chance. Just as you have. Why are you trying so hard to block your blessings?”

  “I’m not trying to. I just can’t seem to let go. Every time I think I’ve got this thing licked, I have another setback. Maybe Kane was right. Maybe I wasn’t ready to leave the healers.”

  “We have healers here. You don’t have to leave to get help. Give it time and give it a chance.”

  Jess wiped the tears from her face. “I don’t know.”

  “You can do this, Jess. You’re off to such a good start. I’m sure Rasha would appreciate it if you would at least try.”

  She pulled away from Eva. “It won’t work out between us.”

  “It could if you tried.”

  She hesitated before answering. “I’ll try.”

  “Good. He can’t lose you now. I’ve never seen Rasha this organized since I’ve known him.” Eva stood, giving Jess room to rise. “I’ll wait for you to get dressed.”