Now this is a feeling I can fast become addicted to.
Loren rests by my side, facing me with wonder in those amber eyes. A sheen of sweat covers his face, but he’s otherwise happy.
Like I am. I give him a dumb smile, because I can’t control it with all the happy chemicals dominating my senses. He smiles back, and reaches to caress my cheek.
Neither of us say anything. No obvious, wow, that was amazing, or sudden confessions of love. We’re just lying here, facing one another, both probably trying to gather some movement back in our legs. I sincerely doubt I’m going to be walking straight if I stand up now. And then there’s that delicious ache between my thighs.
I’m okay, just being here. Watching him. Feeling his affection and warmth.
I expect to feel some kind of guilt, or regret for what I’ve done. A mini freak out that I’ve made a huge mistake. There’s nothing.
I have absolutely no regrets whatsoever. My smile stretches into a wicked grin, as my hand dips down to his semi limp dick.
He mirrors the grin.
We’re both not moving from here for a while, it seems.
Chapter Six
Am I happy, now?
Yes and no. There’s reasons to be happy and reasons to be sad. I’m close now to fulfilling Loren’s quota. Close to my freedom, and being able to leave the planet and once again make my own way through the galaxy. I can taste that freedom upon my lips. It strengthens me and makes me determined.
I know that if Loren betrays me now, everything we’ve built up between us will come crashing down as if it were made of glass, not steel. But if he sticks to his deal, then…
Do I actually want to leave?
I never even thought about not leaving being a possibility. Something I might want. Or if I leave, perhaps I’d want to come back. Perhaps I’d want to see if I can do some piloting for Loren, or something smaller and personal. Since I won’t have the original crew. Their contracts are longer than mine.
As for Loren and I, we’ve had a lot of sex over the months, not always when I’m ovulating. He seems to be addicted to human virility, to our enthusiasm to sex. To our willingness to experiment. Not that I can blame him. Humans have been very imaginative in the ways we entertain ourselves over sex. And we’ve been practising for thousands of years at this point.
There’s been many a time when I’ve woken up and seen him staring at me with unadulterated joy and contentment, just basking in my presence. Nothing else.
It’s embarrassed me, to see that much emotion contained in someone else’s face. Like he’s truly grateful I’ve let him into my arms. That I smile at him, and share conversation with him, and enjoy the moments we have together. He always addresses me by name now as well, never the humiliating livestock, which is their derogatory term for sentient aliens.
I’m glad of that.
When I was allowed to contact my father, I lied and told the truth at the same time. I didn’t say I had been abducted and am being used for obscure breeding purposes. I told him everything was fine, I was enjoying myself, just visiting the sights of new planets and getting to know the locals. He told me how his sheep farm is getting popular, because he’s managed to breed a type of sheep that has soft, rich wool. It’s like “Holding clouds in your hands,” as he describes it. He’s enthusiastic about his sheep, and I have to smile, because my dad is this sort of person. Always excited about the next project. Always doing one thing or another to see where it goes.
Next year I bet, he’ll have a full-grown farm and about a thousand fluffy sheep, trying to get them patented as cloud sheep or something. Perhaps one of the first things I’ll do when I leave this planet is visit him.
When Loren comes home, I greet him with a hug and a smile, and a little kiss to the cheek. He holds me there for a moment, burying his face into my light brown hair, as if unwilling to move ever again. It’s comforting, and we stay like that until he breaks off.
“I’m going to miss you,” he says then. Although the words come light, his voice cracks slightly. “I keep thinking I want to find ways to delay you know, the last child. But I also know that’s unfair.”
I think about the urtok children forming in the machine in the basement. They don’t look human at all at the stages I’ve seen them in, which makes it easier to detach myself from the fact they have my DNA in them.
I don’t think where they’re going is a bad place. I’ve seen some of the urtok nursery where the newborns and children go, and they’re efficient, orderly, and well-rounded for when it comes to care and education for the young. Although a part of me rejects it on principle, I can see the merits it has for the urtok.
Despite their visages and their abduction culture, which obviously will always be a hard-selling point, pun intended – they’re one of the better cultures I’ve seen.
I reflect on Loren’s words. He’s honest, which I like. He wants me to stay, he has random impulses and urges to implement it, so he warns me, without acting them out.
I reach for his hand and give him a grateful smile. “I’m thinking you won’t be getting rid of me that easily.”
For a moment, his amber eyes just blink. Not quite sure what I’m getting at. Those thick lips curl in puzzlement. “Oh?”
I can see he’s trying to not dare himself to hope. It’s actually sad in a way, to know this is how he feels. That he really does like me. Love me, even.
I know I like him as well. I don’t know if it’s love. I can’t even say that I love my father and brother, because I’m not sure what it is. It’s not a quickening of the heart, or that woozy sensation in your stomach. It’s not the joy of being intimate with someone, and feeling them close to you, inside you. It’s not the endorphin flooded aftermath, or someone being kind to you.
Maybe it’s being more important than other people to someone. Maybe it’s the way their eyes glimmer when they see you – and the excitement in your heart when you know they’ve come home. And the anger when they do something that upsets you, because you don’t want to be upset by that person.
I don’t know for certain. But I do know I don’t want to leave Loren, or lose what type of life he’s offered me.
He’s already removed the nanochip in me. He didn’t say anything about it, but he disabled it, because I was able to ride on a hoverbus all the way to the next city, and then back. I tested it by accident and didn’t get my muscles locking up as usual.
So, really, I’ve been free to go for the past two weeks.
And I haven’t.
“I think I like being here,” I tell him. “Not as a prisoner, or a slave. But as a person who means something to you.”
Those glorious lips of his spread in a wider smile. “You do mean something to me, Teena.”
“I know. And if I’m honest, now that I’m free to go,” I raise an eyebrow slyly as comprehension dawns upon his face, “and yes, I knew I could leave about two weeks back. I’m free to go, but I don’t want to. Don’t get me wrong,” I say, lifting a finger as his eyes widen. “I intend to go and see my father again, and get back into piloting. But I also want things here to be more… official with us. Like if I fly over your planet I’m not going to get some EMP snare and sold off again. I want to belong to you.”
Loren chuckles, and holds my hands in his. Not wanting to do anything else but flash that radiant smile. “I’m sure we can arrange something.” He kisses me upon the lips now, unable to hold himself back.
I kiss him in response. I feel the joy in his heart, and it stirs the life in mine.
Yes. This could work out very nicely indeed.
I think of that old saying that circulated around the town I grew up in.
If you love something, let it go. If it returns to you, it is yours.
If it doesn’t, it never was.
Loren has let me go. And I plan to return.
So I suppose he really does own me, in a way. But that ownership goes both ways. He might own me, but I own his heart.
&nbs
p; He has a little of mine, too.
And that’s okay.
Abducted and Jailed
~ Bonus Story ~
An Alien Abduction Romance
Mary was falling hard for James, a motorcycle enthuses that worked in town. Every time she goes out on a date with him, her body temperature rises and all she can do is stare at his toned body that fits perfectly in his leather jacket and tight jeans. Mary enjoys the rumble of his motorcycle as the ride around town, but one night James chooses to take them to a secluded hillside under the stars. What Mary is expecting is a night she’ll never forget wrapped up in James’ arms, but what was supposed to be a night of passion turns into something from a sci-fi movie as Mary is teleported to a metallic room and confined to a cage. Now Mary has to figure out what is going on, especially when James rescues her like he’s done this all before.
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Chapter One
I was fixing my hair once more in the hallway mirror, waiting patiently for the doorbell to ring when I heard his motorcycle pull into the parking lot. Excitement went through my body as I pushed my blonde hair back behind my ears and applied my lip-gloss one more time. The hair on my arms started to rise as the doorbell rang and I quickly answered the door.
On the other side stood James, a tall biker cladded in a leather jacket and tight jeans. His black hair was parted down the middle because of the helmet he wore, which was tucked under his arm. He smiled as I opened the door, adorable dimples showing in his checks as my light blue eyes met his dark ones, eyes I could get lost in all night long.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice low and gravely as he leaned forward and captured my lips with his. I could feel the heat of his body radiating against mine as he placed an arm around my waist and pulled me close. I let out a small whimper once he finally pulled away.
“Always,” I said softly as I stepped back and grabbed my Legend of Zelda messenger bag and locked the door behind me. “Where are we going tonight?” I asked as I put the strap over my shoulders and quickly followed him down the apartment stairs.
“Somewhere a little romantic, and private,” James said with a wink as he handed me a helmet with a Doctor Who sticker on the side. I had placed the sticker on it just a few days ago and loved that James didn’t care. I might be a little geeky, but James never gave me a hard time about my favorite sci-fi shows or my addiction to classic video games.
As James mounted the motorcycle, I climbed on right behind him, wrapping both hands around his muscular torso as I rested my check on his back, loving the feel of leather and body heat as the bike came to life. James revved the engine a few times, causing me to laugh as he peeled out of the parking lot and straight onto the highway. I loved the way the wind whipped by us as the engine roared down the highway, the city passing away as we left the lights behind and drove into the wide open spaces. When he took an exit that led to nothing I knew about, I started to wonder what exactly he had in mind.
James stopped the bike on the side of the country road at the base of a large hill. As I looked up from the motorcycle to the top, I could see lanterns glowing at the crest of the hill.
“What do you have planned?” I said with a grin as James helped me off the motorcycle, stowing my helmet as I tried to fix my hair. Then without another word, he took my hand and helped me walk up the steep side of the hill. When we reached the top, my eyes grow wide at the setup. A blanket had been laid out with lanterns holding down the corners. There was a small spread of cheese and crackers paired with a large bottle of red wine. As I marveled at it all, James bent down and filled a glass with wine and then passed it to me.
“This is like something out of a perfect dream,” I said as I took a long sip of the wine before settling down next to James on the blanket, pulling off my bag and setting it aside.
“I got off of work early and came her to set up everything before coming to pick you up. I wanted this night to be special,” James admitted as he filled his own wine glass and took a long drink. Then he shrugged off his jacket, his black shirt hugging his toned body in a way that made me want to reach out and run my hands down his abs. But instead I mentally touched him with my eyes as I took a few bites of the cheese and crackers.
“Here, come lay down at me. I want you to see something,” James said as he turned off the lanterns, and laid down on the blanket. I finished the rest of my wine before setting the glass aside and snuggling next to him. Even though a cool wind ran over us, I still felt warm and comfortable next to him as I laced my fingers with his. And as we turned our eyes to the sky, the stars shined brighter than I’d ever seen them before.
“It’s beautiful out here,” I said breathlessly as I reached towards the sky as though I could reach out and touch them.
“Though you can see the stars easier out here, it’s still not as beautiful as you,” James said as he leaned up on his elbow so he could peer down at me. I bit my lip as I looked at him, angling my body towards him as I placed my hand on the back of his head, drawing him closer to me. My heart started to pound in my chest as he kissed me, his hand quickly sliding under my shirt as he grabbed my breast under my bra, pinching my nipple between his fingers gently. I gasped as I started tugging at his shirt, forcing him to let go of me so he could shrug it off. I quickly took off my shirt and bra, tossing it aside carelessly. He helped me pull off my jeans and underwear, and I leaned up so I could help him further undress, planting kisses on his bare chest that caused his breath to hitch. I loved the way I could push him over the edge as I began to kiss his lips again as I grasped his long shaft in my hands.
“Someone’s eager,” James said between kisses as he had me lay down once more as he moved between my legs, the tip of his member pressing against my wet opening in anticipation.
“I could say the same about you,” I said as I wrapped one arm around his torso and the other around his shoulders so I could lace my fingers in his hair, grabbing a fist full of hair as he pushed against my opening. I wrapped my legs around his hips, giving him full access as he thrusted inside of me, his entire length filling me instantly. I cried out in pleasure as he started a rhyme that I tried to match by thrusting my hips against him. James continued to kiss me, down my neck, along my jaw with his arm around my shoulders to hold me down as the other played between my nipples, teasing me and pushing me over the edge.
I could feel my orgasm building as I claimed James’ lips once more, my panting increasing as I began to moan. James seemed to notice my need for release as his pace quickened, both hands gripping onto my shoulders as he pounded into me. My body tightened as the orgasm washed over me in waves, my cries of ecstasy sounding all around me as James continued thrusting deep inside me till his own moans matched mine as he found his own release.
We continued to pant as he slowly slipped out of my wet core and quickly wrapped the blanket around us. I laid on top of him, resting my head on his chest as his arm wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the heat between our bodies.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I was startled awake as the cool wind started to come in contact with my naked flesh. At first I didn’t understand what was happening till I noticed my body was slowly floating into the air, my muscles completely unresponsive as I couldn’t move or even scream. Was this some kind of dream or out of body experience? The hill below started to fade away as my mind went black and I slid into unconsciousness.
Chapter Two
The ground was cold when I woke up, my eyes opening just a bit as bright light filled the space around me. I focused on my breathing as my eyes adjusted to my new surroundings. I was in some sort of metallic room with a metal cage around me. There were white and red neon lights in the ceiling that made it hard to see they were so bright. I looked down at my body, surprised to see that I was once more clothed in what I was wearing when James picked me up. But I felt extremely cold as I stood and pressed my hands against the metal bars, my breath making small clouds of steam in front of me.
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As realization started to set in, I screamed, louder than I ever thought possible‒ the sound echoing off the walls and attacking my ear drums. I clamped my hands over my ears still my screaming stopped reverberating off the walls. My ears rang as I dropped my hands, but I could hear heavy footsteps anyways as the door slid open on the other side of the room, causing me to step back as unbelievable creatures stepped into the room. They were towering reptilian like beings with black eyes that did peer at me through slits. Their bodies were covered in metal armor that did clink as they came into the room.
But before they could speak, rays of light shot down the hallway behind them, hitting the creatures in the back that did explode upon contact. The blast threw me back against the cage, rattling my body as I hit the floor. As I looked up, I saw the reptilian creatures in a heap on the floor as another figure started coming through the smoke that filled the hallway.
“James!” I cried as I got to my feet and pushed against the metal bars.
“Mary! Are you okay?” James asked as he rushed forward, over the creatures, and to the cage as he thrusted his arm inside to embrace me as best as he could.
“I’m okay, but what the hell is going on?” I cried as I released James, trying to look for a way out.
“I have no idea, but whatever this weapon is, it seems to be working. Step back and let me see if I can blast through the bars,” James said as I stepped back all the way to the wall, pressing my body back as far as I could as I titled my head away and closed my eyes. As James pulled the trigger, I felt the pressure of the blast against my body as the metal bars melted away from the beam of light that shot out of the weapon. I quickly regained my composure as I carefully stepped through the hole, making sure not to touch any of the hot metal that seemed to melt like wax.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” James said as he took my hand and led me out of the room and away from the creatures that seemed to be either dead or still unconscious. But I forced James to stop running down the long metal hallway as I passed a window, my breath being forced out of my lungs as I took in the sight.
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