by KD Jones
“Glad you didn’t.” He walked into the suite and looked around. “Where’s Daniela?”
“She went to sleep an hour ago.”
“I’m relieving you of your watch up here. Go back down to the main level until the others come back.” Jagger sniffed the air. Something sweet with cinnamon spice filled the air.
“She made apple cobbler. It’s pretty good. Use the communication headset if you need me for anything.” Elsa left the suite.
Jagger went to the kitchen and grabbed a paper plate as he scooped some of the delicious apple cobbler onto it. It was no longer hot but that didn’t matter. He practically slurped it down. Damn, that was good. He threw his plate away when he was finished and walked to the second bedroom, which was the one he was sharing with Daniela.
The room was dark but he had great eyesight. Daniela was laying on her side. She had kicked the covers off. He saw that all she was wearing were really short shorts and a tank top that was rising up over her stomach. His cock hardened for her immediately. He needed to get himself under control. Poor woman was falsely accused, set up by her ex-boyfriend, and her life was endangered. She did not need for him to pounce on her and take advantage. Jagger went to the bathroom and decided to take a cold shower instead.
*****
Daniela was confused. She was back home at the restaurant she worked at in the kitchen. Orders were coming in and she didn’t have anyone there to help her. She felt overwhelmed.
“Hello! I need some help in here!” she called out but no one answered her. She kept trying to cook as fast as she could but the orders never stopped coming in. She plated the next meal and looked up. Lial was standing there dressed as the waiter.
“Lial, what are you doing here?” She kept going. It was as if someone else was controlling her motions, making her keep cooking.
“Waiting on you to be finished.”
“I’m finished with that order. You can take it.” She pushed the plate toward him. But he knocked it off the bar, shattering it against the floor. She looked at him in shock. “Why did you do that?”
“You need to be finished. You’re not finished.” He kept saying over and over looking at her strangely.
“Why are you saying that?” She was crying now because she wanted to stop cooking but someone wouldn’t let her. Her arms reached for another pan to remake the meal that Lial had ruined.
The next thing she knew she was standing in the middle of the shuttle station. She was still holding the frying pan she had been cooking with. People were walking by ignoring her.
“Why am I here?” She looked around for Jagger. He should be here with her. Why wasn’t he here?
Gunshots rang out around her and the crowd erupted into chaos. Oh no, the shooter was going to get her. She tried to move but her feet were glued to the floor. She panicked.
“Jagger!” she yelled for him but he was nowhere around.
“He won’t help you,” Lial said from behind her. “This time the shooter won’t stop until you are finally finished.”
Tears ran down her face. She had to take cover. Where was Jagger? Did Lial do something to Jagger? She felt a pain. She looked down and her chest was covered in blood. There was so much blood.
“Help me! Someone please help! Jagger!”
*****
She was shaken awake. It took a few moments for her to realize that she was in the dirty suite with the bounty hunters and that she just had a nightmare. The tears wouldn’t stop.
“Shh…I’ve got you. You’re safe.” Jagger had heard Daniela calling out for help from the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist but he was still wet. He wasn’t prepared for her tears or for her to throw herself into his arms.
“I was at the shuttle station. I couldn’t move and the shooter was going to get me. Lial wanted him to finish me off. Then I was covered in blood.” She sobbed as she was finally able to release the fear she had been holding in.
“It’s okay now. It was a nightmare and it’s over now. Lial and the shooter are not going to finish you off. I won’t let them.” He patted her back gently and cringed at the thought the front of her shirt was getting wet because he was still wet from the shower.
“You weren’t there and I couldn’t find you. I thought…” her voice cracked.
Jagger pulled her away so he could look into her beautiful green eyes. “You thought what, honey?”
“I thought Lial had done something to you. I was scared.” She caressed his face and he turned to place a kiss in the palm of her hand.
“Well, I am fine and here with you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He leaned down meaning to place a comforting soft kiss on her lips, but the moment their skin touched, they were pulled toward each other like magnets.
Jagger knew he should stop. She was vulnerable from just having a nightmare and she was scared. He should push her away and sleep in the other room. But his lips and his hands had a different mind of their own. His body wanted to take hers and make her his.
He tried to draw enough strength to move away but then she did the unexpected. She climbed up onto his lap, straddling him. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head throwing it to the floor. Her naked breasts spilled out and into his warm waiting hands. To hell with it!
He pushed his hips upwards, grinding his cock against her. He loved the feel of her but he needed them to be rid of these clothes. He pulled down on her shorts and she wiggled to help him free her of them.
Daniela unraveled the towel around his waist and opened it up like it was a present wrapped just for her. Her eyes grew round at the sight of him. Jagger was huge. Not just long, which he was. He was thick and wide. How was that supposed to fit inside of her?
Jagger saw her concerned expression. “We’ll go slow, honey. It will fit.”
He reclaimed her lips as he moved her back to the mattress. She opened her legs so he could settle in her cradle. He hovered over top of her and deepened the kiss. Daniela moaned with need, arching up so she could rub her body against his.
“Jagger,” she moaned his name as she reached up to run her hands over his shoulders.
It was taking every ounce of his strength to go slow. She needed slow. She deserved slow. Slow as going to fucking kill him.
Their tongues met with pure sexual bliss. They danced and stroked and teased each other. She sucked on his tongue and he worried he would come too quickly. He reached down with his hand and stroked her hip. He then slipped his fingers between her legs and massaged her pussy lips. He wanted to growl with desire.
“You are so wet for me, baby,” his husky voice made her tremble with need.
She whimpered, “I ache for you.”
Jagger probed her with his finger. One finger then two and finally he had three fingers pumping in and out of her, widening her channel and making room for himself. She was so responsive, bucking toward him demanding more. He took pleasure in teasing her. He removed his fingers despite her protest and raised them to his mouth. He sucked and licked his digits of all her juices.
“You taste so good.”
“Please,” she begged.
Jagger needed inside her immediately. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. Her juices covered him. He nudged forward into her tight core.
Daniela tilted her hips upward seeking him to penetrate her fully. “Jagger.”
He entered her part ways then pulled back out. She was so damn tight! He worried he would hurt her. But he had prepared her the best he could with his fingers. Sweat beaded on his forehead with his concentration solely on taking it slow and easy. He used slow short pumps in and out allowing more of her juices to flow and her muscles to relax.
Daniela didn’t want slow. She clamped her hands over his finely muscled ass. She squeezed him as she pulled him deeper into her channel. She was impatient and needed to be filled. She needed something that no one had ever been able to give her, but she suspected Jagger
could.
“I need…more! Deeper! Harder! Now!” She used all her strength to force him to plunge into her to the hilt. He finally caved and surged forward. They both moaned with pleasure.
“Oh God, baby. You feel like heaven,” Jagger growled against her lips. He kissed her in rhythm to his thrusts. He used one hand to massage her lovely breasts. They were perfect. Daniela was perfect. He had been with a lot of women but none made him feel so…crazy with desire. She was ruining him for other women.
He tweaked her nipples, which caused her channel to clench. Then she arched against him as waves of her pleasure was released. Watching her come with such passion pushed him to his climax. He followed her over, his climax filling her with stream after stream of his seed.
He collapsed to the side of her on the bed and held her close. Emotions he had never felt for any woman swamped him. He felt admiration, desire, possessiveness, and fear. The last emotion he didn’t understand. He feared she would be taken from him. Irrational but he couldn't stop himself from holding her tight against him as they both fell into a peaceful sleep. He would think about these new emotions tomorrow. Tonight, he would enjoy holding his woman.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning Daniela woke feeling amazing, and horny as hell. Jagger was spooned behind her and his rock hard cock was pressed up against her ass. He had one hand cupping her breast and his fingers were pulling her nipples into hard peaks while his other hand was at her mound.
“I want to wake up like this every morning,” she whispered, turning her head to kiss him.
“Me too.” His tongue took her mouth at the same time his thick fingers penetrated her.
“Yes,” she whispered against his lips.
It wasn’t enough. He needed to feel her surround him. He released her pussy despite her protests. He lifted her leg up over his making room for him to place his shaft at her entrance.
Jagger shifted and thrust forward entering her in one hard push. “Fuck!” He was fighting his release. He had to make her come first. It was never like this with other women. The moment he touched Daniela, he became consumed with having her. But he was determined to bring her pleasure. Even if it killed him.
Daniela was trembling with need. She felt the tiny flames growing inside of her demanding a release. She lifted her leg higher giving him more room. He worked in and out of her with long slow strokes. She arched her back needing him to go deeper and harder.
“Jagger,” her voice cracked with desire. Her fingernails dug into his thighs leaving little indentions. She was probably drawing blood too.
He moved faster building up his speed and power in his thrusts. She was so wet for him. Nothing pleased a man more than to know how much his woman wanted him. Her inner walls squeezed against him and he felt the pressure of his release pushing its way out of him.
Jagger lost his control. He pounded into her driving his cock to the hilt. He massaged her labia with his fingers. A shudder went through her with ripples of her release. He drove into her and tumbled not long after finding his own release. He held her with a triumphant smile on his face and a single thought. Mine.
*****
“What’s that smell?” Daniela asked, wrinkling up her nose. They had taken separate showers and got dressed.
Jagger took in a deep whiff snorted and laughed. “That would be Elsa trying to cook us breakfast.”
Daniela frowned at his assumption. She had spent a little time with the other woman last night and she was starting to like her. “How do you know it’s Elsa? It’s most likely one of the guys.”
Jagger opened the bedroom door allowing Daniela to exit first. They noticed Isaac grabbing the small fire extinguisher while Victor was trying to open the windows to let some of the smoke out. Daniela ran to the kitchen to help. Jagger went to help Vic with the windows.
“Why didn’t you stop her?” Jagger asked between coughs. He covered his nose and mouth the best he could with his arm. This wasn’t the first time that Elsa caught the kitchen on fire. He was sure it wouldn’t be her last. The woman may be model beautiful, smart, and deadly, but she could not cook worth a shit.
“Stand back!” Isaac yelled as he used the fire extinguisher to put the fire in the oven out.
“I don’t understand what went wrong?” Elsa almost looked like she was going to cry. It was the most emotion Daniela had ever seen the other woman make.
“What were you baking?” Daniela coughed through the smoke.
“I was making a quiche. I had Isaac fetch some eggs this morning. I wanted to repay you for the pasta and the apple cobbler.”
Daniela looked again at the burnt dials on the oven. It was set at 700 degrees for broil. Oh shit. She looked back at the devastated Elsa. She couldn’t get over how someone so beautiful and confident could be so fragile about not being able to cook.
“Don’t worry about it, Elsa. Quiches can be tricky things.”
“Dangerous ones too,” Isaac said with a laugh. Daniela punched him in the shoulder.
“Ouch.” He gave her an injured look but the smile in his eyes was clear that he wasn’t hurt.
“Shut up and help me clean this up,” she told him. She turned to Elsa. “Hey, don’t worry about it. How about we make something simple like…” She paused thinking about the remaining ingredients. What was there to make with Bisquick… “Let’s make pancakes.”
“We don’t have any syrup,” Isaac commented.
“I’ll use some of the remaining apple cobbler as a fruit topping.” Daniela was already getting into her cooking zone. She was organizing and coming up with the steps to take to make apple cinnamon pancakes.
Elsa helped clean up the mess that she had made and sighed sadly. “Let Isaac help you. I’m useless in a kitchen. I’ll go check on Drake and Abe. Maybe they have someone I can shoot.” She stalked off, working on regaining her calm and cool composure.
Isaac followed Daniela’s instructions and before long they had made several batches of apple cinnamon pancakes with an apple cobbler topping. He took a batch downstairs to the others while Daniela served a batch to Jagger and Victor.
She would have sat down in an empty chair but Jagger grabbed her by her waist and hauled her into his lap. “Jagger.” She blushed.
“I want to make sure you sit and eat this time,” he told her as he cut a piece of pancake and lifted it up to her mouth. She looked into his eyes with desire as she took a bite. The flavors burst in her mouth. “Mmm…” She took a plastic fork and got a piece for Jagger. She watched transfixed as his strong but plush lips opened and he took the tasty morsel in his mouth. The two of them seemed to be in a world of their own as they fed each other.
The room got so much smaller with the two lovebirds there. Victor cleared his throat. “Excuse me, can we get down to business?”
Daniela blushed even more having forgotten there was another person in the room. Not just anybody, but the over-protective cousin that was more like Jagger’s brother. “What do you need me to do?”
“We need you to call you boyfriend, Lial.”
“EX-boyfriend.” Both Daniela and Jagger said at the same time. They smiled and she giggled a little.
“Right. Sorry. We need you to call your EX-Lial and let him know the bounty hunter was killed and that you were hiding out too scared to return to the shuttle station. Demand that he come and get you.”
“He won’t come,” Daniela said as she finally climbed out of Jagger’s lap, taking her own seat.
“That’s true, but it will make him think you can’t function without his input. He’ll make a mistake. When he does, we’ll catch him,” Victor said.
He made it sound easy, too easy. One thing she learned with living with Lial and his constant demands, nothing was ever easy. She opened up her hand and waited. Jagger placed her newly charged cell phone in her hand. She dialed the number and waited.
“Hello?” Lial answered roughly.
“Lial, you have to help me!” Daniela used ev
ery scary and sad moment in her life to draw shaky breaths and emotions that she needed to display and come across over the phone lines.
“Where are you? Are you alone?” Lial questioned with suspicion.
“A bounty hunter had found me and tried to take me back yesterday. We were in the shuttle station but there was a shooting. The bounty hunter was shot and by the time we got free of the shuttle station, the guy died on me. I kept going and found a place to hide out. I would have called you sooner but the bounty hunter had taken my phone and when he died I was too scared to search his body for it. I left it with him and had to wait till I could get another phone.” She hoped he believed her. Jagger squeezed her hand comfortingly letting her know that she was doing good.
“Tell me your exact location and I’ll send someone to get you.”
“You come. I’m too scared. I need you to come and get me,” she pleaded.
There was a snort on the other end of the line. “They’re watching me, honey. I can’t get away. I’ll send someone I trust. His name is Crawley. Give me your address.”
Daniela read off the address that Victor had written down for her. “When can he get here. I’m really scared.”
“A few hours. Don’t go anywhere, okay? Stay there and wait. I’ll see you soon. I love you,” Lial said. The first time he said the words since she left their home world.
“Okay, see you soon.” She couldn’t lie about loving him. It made her sick to her stomach to even talk to him, knowing he set her up and was trying to kill her. She hung up the phone and handed it to Victor.
“We’ll trace the call and Isaac already set up a recording that activated, capturing your entire conversation. It can be used as evidence against him,” Jagger told her, taking her back into his arms and comforting her. “You did good.”
“I’ll go tell the others and make sure everything is set up for the trap. I expect he’ll send Crawley when it’s dark to draw less attention.” Victor stood to leave.
“Be careful. Crawley might have help this time.” Daniela was worried. She had spent a little time with the bounty hunters and she didn’t want to see any of them get hurt because of her. Especially Jagger.
