Wager: A Sci-Fi Romance (The Jekh Saga Book 4)

by H. E. Trent

  The ship was small, compared to Luke’s. Controls at the front. Small kitchen and seating area in the middle. Murphy bed at the back beside the opening to the lavatory.

  The bed was at that moment occupied by another busty blond, who looked suspiciously like the first one, and Hauge, who lay with the covers half-pulled up one leg. He had kiss-shaped lipstick stains all over his chest, belly, and farther down, too.

  Luke’s other eyebrow went up.

  How many times did she reapply that lipstick?

  The lipstick stains were a work in process. Busty Blonde Number Two was stamping her lips against Hauge’s inner thigh and working towards his center.

  The cocksure bastard twined his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes. “I need a moment.”

  Luke was going to need a moment of a certain kind if he kept staring. He couldn’t maintain an air of righteous superiority if his dick was going to get hard at the glimpse of a six-pack and muscular thigh.

  Come on. Not Hauge.

  But he always got hot for the men he needed to stay the hell away from, so of course Hauge.

  “You don’t have a moment,” Luke said, fixing his stare on the ceiling. That was a safe place. No Hauge up there. “We gave you a time, and that wasn’t meant to be negotiated after the fact.”

  “You wouldn’t want me to be rude, now, would you? The ladies have been so patient.”

  “So patient.” Beth, suddenly at Luke’s back, draped her arms over his shoulders and pressed her bounteous tits against him.

  “Uh—”

  “What’s wrong?” Without opening his eyes, Hauge’s found the top of Busty Blonde Number Two’s head and guided her more toward his crotch. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?” he cooed. “Go ahead and have a taste.”

  Hardly recognizing himself, Luke ducked out from beneath Beth’s tender grasp. Any other time, he would have loved to stay and play, but Owen and Ais were waiting in the other ship with Mike. As soon as Mike woke up from one of his legendarily short naps, they needed to be making tracks.

  He strode to the bedside, met Busty Blonde Number Two’s blink of query with a nod, and then pressed his hands next to Hauge on the mattress.

  Hauge opened his eyes. Green. But blue, actually. Or green-blue or some shit like that. Whatever they were, they went with the dark hair and the royal, golden tan.

  He looked expensive. The guy probably took golden shits.

  “Well?” Hauge asked and reached down to guide the blonde’s head once more. She’d gotten distracted.

  Luke didn’t see how that could be possible. The guy was working with equipment that, judging from the shadow cast onto his belly, was definitely larger than the standard base model. Uncut, Luke was guessing.

  He lifted the blonde gently by the chin because he was a curious motherfucker and he didn’t like leaving questions unanswered.

  Hauge’s equipment fell from her slack mouth onto his belly.

  Yep. Uncut.

  “Fun,” Luke said. There was something so tactilely satisfying about working his thumbs over stretched foreskin. Usually, his partners indulged him and let him fondle until he had his fill. He had ways of making up for his quirks. They didn’t complain.

  He wondered if Hauge would.

  Mouth suddenly dry, he sat on the edge of the bed, discreetly pushed his traitorous dick down.

  Exactly what I needed right now.

  “Do you make a habit of making people wait for you?” he snapped, turning.

  Hauge gave a lazy shrug. “No, but the circumstances here were somewhat urgent. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  Luke turned back around. “You brought these chicks from Earth with you? If so? Hell no.”

  “No, I picked them up in Buinet. I promised their father I’d take them home.” At his moan, Luke looked over his shoulder.

  Beth was kneeling on Hauge’s other side, lips teasing his neck, and ass high in the air.

  “This probably wasn’t what their father had in mind.”

  “They’re adults. They can do what they like.”

  “Yeah, and how many chances does a chick get to fuck a royal, huh?”

  “Why must you make the situation sound so sordid?”

  “Because you’re wasting my time.” Luke turned more so Hauge could see the look of disapproval on his face. “And your sister’s. Have you forgotten about her?”

  “I’ll make it up to her. I did promise these two some attention as soon as we landed, and I never renege on a promise.”

  “Looks like you’re the one getting the attention, not them.”

  “I suppose that’s in the eye of the beholder.”

  Beth sat back on her heels and, eyeing Luke, pressed her breasts together and tweaked her hard, pink nipples. “I wouldn’t mind if he gives me some attention.” She pouted.

  Hauge shrugged. “Go ahead.”

  “Now wait a damn—”

  Squealing with glee, Beth crawled over Hauge’s body.

  He swatted her ass as she crossed him. Luke heard the sound. He was so distracted by Beth’s sharkish grin that he hardly noticed himself letting her pull him onto the bed beside Hauge or that she was unfastening his pants.

  “Consider this a gift,” Hauge said, closing his eyes again.

  “I’m not usually one to say no to such a generous gift, but—”

  Beth yanked Luke’s pants down his thighs and, lusty beast he was, he rocked his hips upward. His cock sprang up and fell heavily against his belly, and Beth was on him like a cat on a ball of string.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, putting his head back. She sucked like a Hoover and had a wickedly hot tongue.

  Hauge chuckled beside him. “They promised to be enthusiastic. They’re certainly making good on their word, hmm?”

  Luke peered over at him, his belly tight with anticipation, balls aching, and Hauge was smiling at him.

  So calm. So relaxed, as if he were just getting a pedicure—as if they were simply having a nice day at the spa with his best friend.

  Remembering that he hadn’t participated in that sort of sordid debauchery with his actual best friend had him nudging Beth off his cock in a hurry and tugging up his boxer shorts. He and Owen shared. Hauge wasn’t his friend. He was an asshole he wanted to introduce to his fist.

  “Thanks, sweetheart,” Luke said, patting Beth’s head. “But I’ll have to take a rain check.”

  “Aw, why?” She pouted.

  Damn her for pouting.

  She looked genuinely upset that she didn’t get to finish, and Luke was the kind of guy who normally would have made it up to her with her on her back and her thighs spread as wide as he could push them.

  But…obligations. His best friend was waiting for him. And his best friend’s sweet wife who would sigh so fucking long if Luke got himself tangled up in some bullshit with her rake of a half-brother.

  “Hey, sweetheart?” He gave the other blonde’s cheek a stroke.

  “Hmm?”

  “Can you excuse us for a few minutes? I need to have a private talk to this gentleman.”

  Furrowing her brow, she let Hauge’s cock fall from her mouth yet again. She looked to Hauge, who was glowering at Luke.

  “Please?” Luke stroked her cheek some more and smiled at her. It was his I’ll fuck you into the headboard later, if that’s what you really want smile, and that perked her right up.

  Always worked.

  Usually, he wasn’t lying.

  He didn’t actually like blondes.

  “Just grab your clothes and fix yourself up in the bathroom, okay? We’ll make it up to you later.”

  “You promise?”

  “Yes, I promise you anything of his that you want.”

  She tapped her fingertip against her chin for a few seconds, obviously pondering the deal, and then she shrugged, backed off the bed, and retreated to the bathroom with her sister.

  As soon as the door shut, Luke and Hauge both started talking at once.

&nb
sp; “How dare you interfere?” Hauge said.

  “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” Luke said.

  For a long while, they glowered at each other in silence, Hauge’s brows knit in anger and chest quickly rising and falling in cycles of agitation. Luke with his fists clenched at his sides and waiting for any trigger to punch the guy’s smug face.

  Luke would have sat there for as long as he needed to and won the staring contest, but he had people waiting for him. “Get your clothes on and let’s go.”

  “I took them off for a specific reason.”

  “Tough shit. The reason will have to wait for resolution.”

  “I don’t think so.” Hauge narrowed his eyes and leaned in so close that Luke could smell the subtle scent of Blondie’s lipstick on his sweat-dampened skin. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a woman in my bed?” he whispered hoarsely. “Do you know how many weeks and months I’ve spent alone in space in the past few years?”

  “I really don’t give a shit.”

  “Pity, because I’m going to tell you anyway. Most weeks and months. That’s how many. I’d rather be at home in my own bed with my usual bed partners, and not gallivanting through the fucking nether regions of space cleaning up my father’s messes. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable in wanting a good fuck.”

  “I’m not stopping you from fucking anyone. Have fun. Strap them into harnesses and screw them upside down and swinging for all I care. I’m sure the view would be spectacular, but do it later.”

  Hauge scoffed. “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Hauge shrugged. “No. No disrespect intended to my sister, but I do not believe she would be so frustrated over an hour’s delay.”

  “No, she wouldn’t be, because she’s a genuinely decent person and likes to give people too many chances, but that means you need to work even harder to not take advantage of her.”

  “How dare you insinuate that I would take advantage of her?”

  “Maybe you don’t even know that you are. Maybe your head is too far up your ass for you to know what a privileged piece of shit you are, and that Jekh doesn’t revolve around you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a piece of royal garbage, and I’m glad you’re not allowed to live here.”

  Predictably, Hauge’s fist sailed toward Luke’s face, and Luke leaned away just in time to avoid the impact to his jaw.

  With Hauge off-balance from the swing, Luke was able to grab his wrist, pin it behind his back, and turn him over onto his belly.

  He pressed one knee against Hauge’s broad back and, sighing, ground it in.

  “God damn you. Get off me.”

  “If you insist.” Luke unhanded him. As soon as he rolled over, though, Luke grabbed his neck and squeezed, pushing Hauge’s head back against the headboard.

  Hauge’s eyes went round and cheeks red as a Jekhan newborn, but he didn’t fight Luke. He was obviously too stunned.

  “You know,” Luke said, straddling his legs. “You might be an okay fighter for a royal or whatever, but you’re not gonna beat me. I grew up fighting my way out of a lot of scrapes, and the FBI made me even better. Don’t try to put your hands on me unless I ask you to.” He leaned in and whispered. “I didn’t ask you to.”

  Hauge swallowed.

  “Nod if you understand me.”

  Hauge nodded.

  “Good.” Luke gave Hauge’s cheek a little slap and backed off of him. “Get up. Get dressed.”

  Luke wasn’t convinced that Hauge would. For a long while, he stared at Luke and rubbed the jut of his Adam’s apple.

  Then he turned his long legs over the side of the bed, stood, and scooped his clothes off the floor.

  His cock protruded stiff as his landing struts as he tugged his boxer briefs up his muscled thighs.

  Damn.

  Luke prayed for reserve.

  He wanted to touch. He shouldn’t have. He’d, not even five minutes prior, lectured Hauge about responsibilities and shit, and there he was thinking about grabbing the guy by the dick and jerking him off forcefully. Hauge was hard up enough that he probably wouldn’t complain, and Luke was sadistic enough to want to make him beg.

  Hauge kept his gaze on Luke as he stepped one leg into his pants and then the other. His hand went to his fly and fingers pinched the zipper, and Luke was moving.

  Fuck it. Fuck everything.

  He grabbed the top of Hauge’s underwear and tugged them down again. His hand was inside the other man’s briefs before Hauge could speak, his fingers wrapped around the fat, hot shaft, his dry grip squeezing drops of pre-ejaculate out of the tip.

  Hauge’s hands clenched into Luke’s shirt and he leaned forward onto his toes, mouth falling open in quiet surprise.

  “Look at you,” Luke whispered. “You don’t even know what to do with yourself, do you? I bet you’re not used to having someone touch you who knows what they’re doing and what an asshole like you needs, hmm?” He tightened his grip and pulled his fist up and down, grinning at Hauge’s inelegant thrusts into the clutch. “Ever had a man touch you?”

  Hauge’s headshake came on a delay of seconds. He was too busy watching Luke’s hand to speak, apparently.

  “I think you need a man touching you,” Luke said, shoving his other hand down the front of Hauge’s briefs, too. He cupped his satiny balls and felt their girth in his palm and Hauge, greedy bastard that he evidently was, spread his legs farther.

  Luke pressed his palm against Hauge’s sticky cock head and massaged the lubrication all over the tip. If he hadn’t been pressed for time, he would have taken Hauge’s dick out and looked—he would have proven that the thing was really as pretty as he’d thought. He liked nothing more than waking up with his hand between a man’s legs and satiating his tactile urges.

  Well, that or waking to find himself balls-deep in a wet cunt, but he was getting pickier about women. Owen was rubbing off on him in that regard. Luke’s standards had gotten higher.

  “I think you need to be used up a little by someone who doesn’t give a shit who you are,” Luke said, squeezing, teasing, milking, and Hauge thrust into his hand.

  His eyes were closed, jaw tense, and cheeks that angry red color again.

  “Don’t you?” Luke asked. “You want someone to tell you what’s what, and you’ll comply because that shit turns you on, right?”

  “No.” Hauge’s eyelids fluttered and his breaths were ragged gasps.

  “So, you don’t want to come?” Luke slid his fingertips back from Hauge’s sac and pressed hard against the short stretch of skin between his scrotum and his anus.

  Hauge swore, or at least Luke thought he did. Whatever he’d said wasn’t in English.

  “You want me to stop this?” Luke increased the tempo of his fist, pausing briefly to catch the waistband of his own unbuttoned pants. He felt hard enough to shatter—so hard that he could probably come without touching himself if Hauge made the right sounds.

  He was so fucking hot. His body was a masterpiece, and his face…

  Luke sighed and rolled his eyes.

  Shit, his face.

  His was a face Luke wouldn’t mind waking up in front of once or twice or maybe more. He was almost as pretty as his sister.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he repeated, realizing that Hauge hadn’t answered.

  “N-no,” Hauge whimpered, hips moving faster, more violently. The greedy bastard wanted Luke’s hand. “I want to come.”

  “You want me to make you come.”

  Hauge swallowed.

  “Say the words or I stop.”

  Hauge growled and wrapped one large hand around Luke’s wrist. He didn’t stop him or slow him or even aid him—he just rested his palm there for balance or maybe even to prove to himself that the encounter was real and actually happening.

  “I…I want you to make me come.”

  “I’m going to make you come, then.” Luke inched his fingers farther back, ticking at the rim of Hauge’s hole w
hile his other hand tugged him faster and harder. While he leaned in and breathed in Hauge’s sweat-and-lipstick scent. While he closed his eyes and thought about getting Hauge on his knees holding his own ass cheeks apart for Luke.

  Hell. Yes.

  “The next time you come,” Luke said, planting his lips where Beth’s had been and grinning at the fierceness of Hauge’s shudder. “You’re going to think about me. No matter who’s touching you, you’re going to think about me, aren’t you?” He kissed up his neck, his jaw, and finally landed his lips on Hauge’s smooth cheek

  Hauge found Luke’s lips and thrust his tongue hungrily into Luke’s mouth, and fuck if he didn’t come.

  He fucking came without so much as a touch, and Hauge whimpered into his mouth as his thrusts into Luke’s fist lost rhythm and sticky warmth surged into Luke’s hand.

  What. The. Hell.

  Luke, stunned, gave Hauge’s cock a few more squeezes and lazily passed his tongue over Hauge’s.

  Hauge wasn’t much of a kisser, but Luke had to forgive him for his lack of skill. Luke probably wasn’t such a hotshot, either, right after he’d released his load.

  Hauge pulled in a deep breath as he backed away, looking down at the mess in Luke’s hand. “I…” He swallowed.

  “Say ‘thank you,’ Hauge.”

  He dragged his tongue across his swollen lips and pushed his fingers through his tousled hair. “Thank you,” he muttered.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “I would…appreciate if you didn’t…speak of this.”

  “Excuse me?” Luke had heard him, but he wanted to make damn sure he understood him.

  Hauge swallowed hard and nudged his underwear up over his deflating cock. “I need you to keep this incident between you and me.”

  “Oh, I see.” Luke grabbed Hauge’s shirt from him and wiped the cum off his hand onto it. “You’ve got a reputation you need to maintain, right? Wouldn’t want anyone to find out that a man touched you and that you didn’t even pretend not to like what you felt?”

  Luke tossed the soiled shirt at him and fixed his pants.

  “Well, don’t worry. I don’t kiss and tell. I know how to keep a secret. For a long time, I was paid to keep secrets, but I’m going to tell you this.” He got in Hauge’s face, so close that their noses nearly touched, to make sure the motherfucker could see his eyes. He whispered, “I’m not gonna be the one who wants to talk. You’ll be the one obsessed over what I can give you and craving having my attention again, but I’ll say no. I don’t mess with men who want to keep me a secret. I didn’t come to Jekh to be put into anyone’s closet, so think about that.”