by Hana Starr
Her laugh spilled through the air between them, striking his skin like a course of lightning that hit home in all the right places. His balls even tightened, and he had to try incredibly hard to keep from squirming around.
Beatrice said, “Well, Mr. Nice Guy Guard, my name is Beatrice and I know a lot more than you think I do. Let’s compare notes, huh? Let’s talk about Hukite.”
And he would be damned if she didn’t match him fact for fact about the coral-shaped species. In fact, it turned out that he knew very little that she didn’t –and his areas of expertise were limited to weapons and technology, while Beatrice seemed to have soaked up all manner of odd tidbits of information. Her grasp of colloquialism was astounding.
Somehow, impossibly, they ended that day on better terms than ever before. He went to his sleeping bunk, down the hall from hers and mostly filled up with towering stacks of medical supplies, but no sleep would come.
For one, it felt odd to be adrift but without anyone at the helm. Autopilot would handle things from here until it was time to wake up again, but he didn’t really like the idea. Yes, there was a warning system which would go off if they strayed into trouble, but still…
No.
That’s not the real reason.
He actually couldn’t sleep because of her and what she had done to him. His erection wouldn’t go away. It continued to strain up between his legs, begging for relief.
Jax shut his eyes tight and tried to force himself to sleep, but he could hear her through the sound of ventilation and the rusty, purring engine he could hear her breathe and shuffle around in bed. She actually seemed maybe even more restless than he did.
His breath caught in his throat for a moment. His member wilted slightly. He was just lying here and there might be something wrong with her! Cursing himself, he pushed up to his feet and charged for her room, breathlessly calling out her name.
“Bea!”
For all he knew, humans were prone to just suddenly dying. They would be the only species. Hukite people, for example, were prone to having their internal organs shut off by inward growth.
Now he was regretting not reading up some information in the common’s room data screens, seeing what he could learn about the human he was supposed to be guarding. Fortunately, there was nothing to be concerned with. He had flipped the light level in the room up as he barged in and he could clearly see her face.
Her hair was tousled, her cheeks blushing with pink. Her covers were hiked up around her midriff, while the thick orange bottoms had been shoved down. Her little pussy was so swollen that he could see her fingers buried in her slit almost all the way up to her third knuckle; her muscles were trembling quite obviously, and her dripping pussy lips were quivering. Her clit was swollen impressively.
In an instant, his fear was gone. He let out his gasp of breath in a long, slow exhale and felt his dick begin to harden up again. “Beatrice? What are you…”
Her face flushed a darker shade of red, but it was like she couldn’t stop herself. Her fingers wiggled while buried in her folds, and he nearly came right then and there.
As it was, he couldn’t stop himself. He took another step forward, feeling mesmerized. It was like she was pulling him in and he couldn’t stop.
He didn’t want to stop.
A few more steps and his knees hit the side of her bed. Crumpling down over her, Jax broke his fall with his hands. The bed bounced beneath them, and her juices splattered the material on his inner thighs.
A groan rose in his throat. “You’re so completely infuriating.”
Beatrice stared up into his eyes. Her lips were flushed, and they parted as she was about to speak. He couldn’t help himself and lowered his mouth to hers. It wasn’t a very good kiss and he quickly put a stop to it, aware that now his skin was flushing just as much as hers. They were both so rusty that he wasn’t certain what he was actually doing, pouncing on top of her like this.
Their sizes were so different at all.
Her chest heaved with a bubbling giggle from beneath the covers. “That was awful.”
“I know,” Jax admitted. He felt static-y and his blood was buzzing. “Shall I try again?”
He didn’t give her a chance to answer and instead lowered his lips to hers again. This time, her lips were closer together and his fit between and above properly. Her hand rose up to stroke over his bald head and he sighed softly into her mouth, lowering himself down a little so that his hard bulged rubbed right over her pussy.
Her hand shifted, moving away. “Jax…oh…”
He continued to grind against her, loving the way her flowing juices soaked his clothes. The wet material pressed on his member, sealing to the length of it. As he worked his hips in a circle, the pleasure was almost to die for…
Her tongue slid into his mouth now and he whimpered, sending out his own to meet hers. She tasted divine…
Somehow, he found that he wasn’t having any difficulty with keeping himself under control. Whereas their first meeting had left him liable to scorch her completely so that her skin was roasted and her bones fused together, now that they were doing something which normally required letting loose…He was fine. Somehow, he was fine.
If she had been Ula, they would be grinding and writhing and unleashing gouts of blue lightning all over the place but she was only a human. A small, fragile human. The thought of having to treat her so tender made him want to start pounding her, for some reason. Oh, the contradiction!
She nipped at his lower lip lightly, and he put his large hands on her shoulders. She was only being pressed back on the bed so his weight only held her down rather than hurting her, and he ground his hips closer to hers. Beginning to whimper, Beatrice grabbed at his head again and begged.
“Please…please take me. I want it!”
He felt it: impossibly, an enormous grin curved on his lips. He felt practically drugged, so ecstatic and delighted with this. “What do you want?” he crowded, thrusting on her. The whole bed shook with the motion of it. He yanked the covers away from her chest and started to slide his hands up her stomach and beneath that disgusting orange top she wore.
“You,” she panted. She dug her nails uselessly at his violet-tinted skin; they were too short and thin to really scratch. “Give it to me, Jax. Take those off and give me your…”
At that instant, the room flooded with a wash of alarm-red. In the next, an ear-splitting screech nearly ripped his skull in half. He thrust away from her and collapsed flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. It was domed and featureless but for a red light fixture which was currently freaking out.
Jax clamped his hands over his sensitive ears and cried out, “What is that?”
Beatrice practically leapt over him and flew down the hallway, yelling something over her shoulder which he couldn’t decipher. However, by the time he’d struggled to his feet and started chasing after her, he already had it figured out.
The ship’s sensors had detected something which posed a threat while they had it in autopilot. That was the only explanation. His thoughts spun. The possibilities were few but equally as terrifying. A sudden space storm, turbulence ahead? An enemy ship, zooming in on them for an attack any second, or maybe debris.
By the time he was halfway down the hall, two strides into it, the alarm cut out. He could see Beatrice in front of him, standing up with her arms outstretched and her fingers flying across the screen.
Then, he looked up at the screen and froze with fear. A thin stretch of asteroid belt stood out before them, a river of floating boulders in all sorts of shapes and sizes. It was treacherously near, and he grabbed his seat as he realized this tiny little ship probably wasn’t the fastest turner in the universe.
I can’t do anything to fight against this.
All he could do was stand there, stock-still, and wait for collision. He was going to end up as a wasted failure, dead in this cold, blank stretch of space. Worse than that, Beatrice would die, too.
All the people who were waiting on these supplies would die.
A miracle happened, then. He wasn’t quite sure what it was or how she actually managed to pull it off but it was as though Beatrice had been born for this moment. She slapped a quick streak of buttons and a compartment opened to produce…a wheel?
She grabbed it in both hands and yanked it.
The entire ship careened heavily to the side, and the first asteroid shot past with inches to spare. Jax looked up from where he’d been knocked to the floor by the sudden motion, and caught the tensing of her shoulders just before she did it again. Stretching out his arms, he snagged his grasp around the base of his chair. Only his body twisted around this time, without sending him crashing all over the floor.
Beatrice’s face was set in a grim mask, her mouth a hard line of concentration. With her hair tousled and the entire bottom half of her completely bare, Jax was in awe of her. Every time she jerked on the wheel, and the clunky little ship spun and danced with danger, his view spiraled but always came to rest on her again. It was like she was rock-solid, like she wasn’t even swayed by the situation.
I have vastly underestimated you, Jax thought in a wondering way, only barely keeping his mouth from hanging open. He didn’t exactly want to loose any teeth, beautiful woman or not. And yes, she was beautiful. He saw it now. Untamed and in control right in this moment, Beatrice was more than the shy information-sponge who heckled him for memories; she was more than that wild woman writhing in ecstasy beneath his clothed body; she was a truly gifted pilot, even if her job scores didn’t point to that for some reason.
Then, as quickly as it began, they were through the belt. The ship leveled out, and Beatrice collapsed back in her chair and put her face in her hands. Her legs were shaking and judging by the sound, she was weeping as well.
Wobbly himself but probably not as much as she, Jax let go of the chair and crawled over to her. He put his hand on her knee and whispered, “Good job.”
That was all, but he had a feeling she hadn’t heard those words very often because she immediately sat up straighter and put her hands down. “What…what did you say?”
“Good job,” Jax repeated. “We made it through. Nothing is harmed, and it’s all okay. How do you feel?”
Beatrice stared at him in a way that he didn’t like. It was blank and much too tired for her own good.
He recalled that she had stayed up that first day they met, and the loss of hours then was probably still affecting her now.
“Um…Well, look. Here.” He patted her knee to bring her attention back. “Look, um, why don’t you get back to bed? I can watch the cockpit for awhile.”
She kept staring at him but a bit of life returned to her gaze, and she looked at him like he was crazy. He had to laugh. “What?”
“You can’t fly my ship. You don’t know how.”
“No,” he agreed, “I can’t. I just think that after all this, you might sleep a little better if a real person was up here to keep watch on things.”
After a bit, she agreed as well. “Okay. You’re right. I am a little worried. That must have been a stray part of a belt that broke off one of the big ones and has just been drifting around for ages to have made it all the way here. My ship’s radar didn’t pick it up until it was so close because of the space between the rocks.”
Bracing herself, Beatrice started to stand.
Her legs wobbled, and she fell back slightly.
Jax hid a small, tender smile because he wasn’t sure that he wanted to go about revealing to her that he thought she was more than just annoying –yet- so he scooped her up into his capable arms.
Her body molded perfectly to the swing his muscles made, and she didn’t utter a sound of complaint despite being cradled like a baby. And no wonder, because she was already asleep and didn’t wake when he put her in bed.
Jax looked down at her awhile, feeling that strange twist in his chest again, and then left to go check out the cockpit screens. Once he was there and had determined that the course was clear, he put his hands on an available space and wracked his brains.
Of course his job as a guard was to protect, but he just didn’t understand. This feeling of protection towards Bea he felt...was just different somehow.
Chapter Six
A good night of rest did her wonders and the next day, Beatrice was back on her feet and better than ever. She had no idea what to think of the start of her little interlude with Jax, but neither she nor the big alien had even ventured at discussing it. It was too new, too tender, and too overwhelmed by the enormousness of the near-disaster which came after.
That was okay with her, for the time being. Jax treated her differently now. He wasn’t quite treating her as a friend but rather more as an equal than he had before, which was enough to make her feel honored and like she was floating everywhere. And now their silences weren’t awkward, and she felt much more comfortable speaking to him when they did choose to break that silence.
Sleep came easier for the next several days –for both of them, she hoped. Jax was showing no signs of wear and tear himself so she had to assume that was good. Still, they hadn’t been in flight for much longer than another week or so when a change in course was required. Well, it was a pre-planned change in course and direly needed. Her mad dash through the asteroid belt had absorbed quite a bit of fuel that she hadn’t been really prepared to lose.
Jax seemed to notice her unease. “What’s bothering you?” he asked. “May I help?”
Beatrice sighed and bitter her inner lip, seriously thinking it over. On the one hand, he was her guard and deserved to know. On the other, there was nothing he could do about this matter at hand. “No,” she answered. “It’s okay. I think I’ve got it all figured out.”
Her stomach churned with nervousness. She really did hope all her calculations were correct. And they were, allowing her to putter down to the runway of their first pitstop with only droplets of fuel in the tank. Only when they were in the airlock did she heave a huge sigh of relief, and only once Jax was looking away at something else.
Everything’s okay, she reassured herself. She was okay, and so was Jax. The ship was just fine, and they’d made it all the way through the potential disaster. There was nothing to be scared of here.
Once they were inspected and approved in the airlock, Beatrice drove into the garage and to where the crew was waiting. She informed them of her need of fuel and they got right to it.
“That went better than I thought it would,” she said quietly, walking with Jax back through the echoing cavern to get to the main buildings.
The gigantic alien gave a small huff of laughter. “Are you kidding? Federation probably radioed ahead and let everyone know we were coming, and exactly when.”
“Oh.”
Well, that made more sense than what she’d been thinking. This base, White Lotus 990, was small but it was dingy. Her hopes of actually finding a nice, respectable staff here was little to none, and they held through while they were handing over their paperwork to be checked in. That gaze seemed a little too suspicious.
Beatrice swallowed hard, remembering that she had a little bit to be suspicious about, and then she hurried away as fast as she possibly could while trying to find her room number in this unfamiliar place.
“Wait up,” Jax said.
She stopped and turned towards him. “What is it?”
“She marked your ticket and mine with the same number. Did you see the looks she was giving us? She must have thought that we were…”
Understanding hit her like a boom of thunder. “Oh, my god! Should we go back and correct it before it’s too late?”
He laughed. “I don’t want to talk to her, do you? Do you mind sharing a bed with me?”
Well, I wouldn’t…
Not usually anyway, but she didn’t know if she was up for repeating that night’s nearly-amorous activities. She was exhausted.
“Would you try to have sex with me again?”
“What?” he exclaimed a little over-dramatically. “Me? Never?”
Smiling now too, warmed up a bit by the fact that he was picking up on her sense of humor, Beatrice worked with him to find their room. Stepping inside and closing the door behind them, they just stood there and awkwardly stared at each other.
Beatrice knew this wasn’t ever going to go anywhere without her initiating it though, so she said, “Why don’t you get in bed first? Since you’re bigger and all.”
What he didn’t know would hurt him. The fact that she was taking the opportunity to examine his butt thoroughly in detail…
Oh, yes. That was exactly what she’d needed!
Smiling and sleepy now, Beatrice plopped her butt down on the edge of the mattress, swiveled her feet up, and plonked down right next to Jax. His warmth was full and rich, big enough to encompass all of her and like, five twins.
