Water splashed in her face and flooded into her mouth. She shoved at his chest and her head cleared the water. Gasping for air, she tugged on her arm and sputtered, “Let me go!”
“No!” He shifted, rose out of the water and yanked her up against his chest. Cool water lapped around them, forming a thin barrier between them. She tried to escape but he wouldn’t loosen his hold. “I’ve tried to be patient but you’re just not listening.”
“To what?” she barked in his face, furious with his refusal to let her go.
“That I’m not leaving, that I love you. That I plan to make a life with you,” he yelled back and his green-eyed gaze burned her.
Stunned, she quit thrashing about and cupped her hands around his face. The rough stubble of his beard caressed her palms. Did he really say that he loved her? “Whoa, repeat what you just said.”
“Later, right now, I want you to wrap your legs around me so I can carry you ashore. This water is getting cold.” Zack dragged her body up his and wrapped his hands over her ass.
With her legs circling his waist, he stomped from the water and up to where she had spread out the blanket for them to sleep. Water dripped from her hair and onto her face. Goosebumps dotted her skin and she snuggled closer to his warmth and enjoyed the smooth rhythm of his gait. The teasing rocking motion sent the crisp hairs covering his lower abdomen against the damp flesh of her core. Need grew with each breath she inhaled of his sexy, male scent.
“Zack, we...”
He dropped to his knees with her still in his arms and rolled on top of her. “We’re married and we’re going to stay married so just get use to the idea.”
She stared at the auburn hair covering his chin. “Then you love me enough not to leave?”
He shook his head, causing droplets of water to shower her with his movements. “Yes. Though you don’t seem to believe me, no matter how many times I’ve told you, I wasn’t leaving.”
Running her hands over his head, she met his emerald gaze. “I couldn’t find a reason for you to stay. I...”
“Married an idiot the first time around. Well, his loss.” He dipped his head and dropped a kiss on her nose. “I know I’ve got a good thing, and I’m sticking around to build a life with my wife.”
A weight lifted off Carolyn’s chest. Finally, she’d found a man who didn’t want to escape the commitments of marriage. Thrilled to share her body, soul, and life with him, she rocked her hips and drew her hungry core against the tip of his erection. “I love you too.”
He grinned and drove his cock deep. Pleasure filled her and for the first time in years, she felt as if all was right in the world.
“Good, because I had no intentions of letting you go from the moment I caught you in the Trinity River. You’re mine, now and for the rest of our lives.” He dropped his mouth to hers and sealed the promise with a kiss.
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Naked Rebel
The roar of the Vortarian mining equipment burst through the door and a voice competed with the ruckus. “Is anyone in here named Nick Royster?”
Nick shifted his focus away from the geographic charts of the site to the man standing at his office door. The man held up his data device. “He has a package.”
The musty stench of the destruction outside clung to the carrier’s bright-orange suit. The man ushered a person covered from head to toe in a black cloak into the office and shut the heavy steel door.
“And what are you delivering?” Vince, Nick’s office mate and right-hand manager, asked as he walked around his desk. “We’re not expecting any delivers.”
The carrier grinned and held out his log. “It says right here. Nick Royster is to receive a Miss Harlot Winters’ deluxe companion.”
“What?” Nick jumped to his feet.
He sincerely hoped this wasn’t his agency contact’s idea of a joke. MOM, short for Matthew O’Malley, said he’d be receiving a package but he never expected this. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Yes, this assignment was taking more time than expected but he didn’t need any help. Especially not this kind.
“Who sent him a companion?” Vince asked with a grin.
The deliveryman checked his readout. “A Ms. Urma Royster.”
“You got to be kidding. Your mom sent you a woman.” Vince stepped over to the hooded person and leaned in close to view the lady through her black veil.
Nick yanked the gritty hand-held device from the carrier and reviewed the delivery information. “Yes, well, I guess she got tired of me trying to find one on my own. After all, how many nice single women want to live at a nustru site? Dirt flying night and day, randy men on the prowl, and living in conditions that rival a slum. It’s not very conducive to romance.”
“Just put your thumb imprint there on the bottom, and she’s all yours.” The deliveryman pointed to the square in the right corner of the display.
Nick didn’t like the change in his assignment. He’d sweated through this highly sensitive tour of duty for the past two years with the possibility of being discovered every moment. At this late date, the department didn’t need to jeopardize the mission by introducing someone new to the mix. Not when he stood on the brink of learning just what they needed to know to put an end to the war between his world and Vortar.
Unable to refuse the delivery without causing a scene, Nick followed the man’s direction and handed him back his tracking tool.
“Hell, why do they cover them up so? I can’t see what she looks like at all.” Vince tugged at the hood but the lady stepped back and shook her head.
“That’s the privilege of the person who purchased her. He’s the first to see her.” The deliveryman opened the office door. The blaring noise from outside invaded the room again. With no more than a small wave, the carrier left.
The renewed silence bounced around in Nick’s head. What was he supposes to do now?
Take the girl back to my place and fuck her.
The monitor in his room would record their every move. Salzar, the owner of the mine, would probably get off on hearing the exchange.
Hell, everyone in the encampment would be salivating at his good fortune. Most would give a month’s salary to be in his shoes, but he didn’t want to be saddled with this woman. He worked alone.
“Guess you better take her back to your quarters and unveil her.” Vince’s voice rang with the raunchy insinuations of what else Nick would do with the innocent woman.
He walked around his desk and motioned for the lady to follow him. “If you have any problems, Vince, you know where I’ll be.”
“Yes, you lucky son—”
To cut off the expletive, Nick opened the door and walked through. Like it or not he had to spend the next few hours with his new...companion.
****
“I know it’s not much, but its home.” At least for the last few months it’d been. Once he’d reached the rank of top miner, it’d taken less than a year to make head foreman. Yet, he still didn’t know the location of nustru’s purification plant.
“Nice.” A muffled voice rang through his small two room unit.
He glanced around at the bare walls. She couldn’t be serious.
Yes, he didn’t have to live in a tent, but the place wasn’t a proper home for a woman either. An ugly brown couch stood right by the door while a yellow counter with a cooler and stove occupied the opposite wall. The doorway to the back led to a tiny bathroom and an even smaller bedroom.
Not willing to argue about how she never should have been sent here, Nick walked over and looked inside the cooler. “Would you like something to drink?”
“That would be great,” whispered through her veil.
Nick grabbed a protein drink and turned to see her struggling with the hood covering her head. He set down her drink and stepped to her side. The black cloak covering her really did its job. He couldn’t see any part of her except her small hands.
“Let’s see, how can we free you from this contraption?” H
e fingered the rough fabric covering her shoulders and lifted the lip of the cloth running along her biceps.
She stepped back and lowered her head.
He pulled. The hood fell away, revealing her reddish-gold hair.
A loud rip preceded a soft feminine scent, which filled the room. The cloak covering her body tore into long strips and crumbled to the floor at her feet.
A bullet of lust shot straight to his loins at the spectacular view. Full, creamy breasts covered by a skimpy piece of pink lace led to a narrow waist. Another strip hung on her curvy hips and restricted his view of her luscious center. A dark stain on her panties made him wonder if she was already wet with need.
“Nick?”
The soft spoken voice shocked him almost as much as seeing her beautiful face. What was a woman like her doing in a place like this?
“Yes?” He shifted his focused to read her expression and tried to read her reason for coming here. What woman would willingly sign up to be a man’s love slave unless she had a motive?
Unable to find the answers at the moment with Salzar possibility listening, Nick stifled his inquisitive nature and struggled to stay in the moment.
“My name is Rane.” She stepped forward and laid her hand on the counter. “Can I still have a drink?”
“Sure.” He couldn’t draw his eyes away from her face.
She licked her lips.
The simple act hypnotized him. Need raced down his body and pooled in his groin.
“It’s okay for you to kiss me,” Rane whispered and brushed her breasts against the thin material covering his chest.
He gripped her waist with both hands. How could he not take advantage of the pleasures offered? She had to know if sent here as his companion exactly what would happen next.
She eased closer and her mouth shifted within a breath of his. “I believe we both want the same things.”
Logical reasons for why the organization might have sent her slipped from his mind. Desire ruled.
“Rane.” He stared into her green eyes and judged her reaction. “Once I’ve tasted you, I won’t be able to stop until I’ve licked, sucked, and touched every part of you.”
A small glint sparkled in her eyes. “That’s why I’m here.”
“Fuck,” he grumbled and dove for her lips.
An ally in the war and his partner on this mission, she was first and foremost a woman. The warm, wet flavor of her mouth rode against his tongue. His hands caressed velvet skin on their trip over her ass. The rough texture of her lace panties interfered with his pleasure, and he tore them from her hips.
She groaned, and the light suction of her mouth pulled need up from his toes.
His cock ached, and he shoved all the reasons why he should or shouldn’t be doing this from his mind. Pure male instinct kicked in, and he drove into the soft crevice of her hips.
Her mouth broke from his. “Nick, please, it’s been so long.”
Confusion registered, but he didn’t take time to question her. Instead, he bent his knees and scooped her up into his arms. Some of the barbarians on this planet might fuck their companions without thought of their partner’s enjoyment, but he wasn’t one of them.
On his way to the bedroom, he held Rane tight against his chest. The soft shell of her ear lay so close to his mouth, he whispered a brief warning. “Others are listening.”
She nodded, and her arms tightened around his neck.
He laid her in the center of his bed and stepped back to remove his clothes. The incredible sight of her lying across his burgundy comforter froze his movements.
Should they go through with this? As an agent, she was here to help him with his mission, but was sex between them just part of the assignment?
His gaze fell to the light-red curls covering her mound. She shifted her legs farther apart and caressed her hands over her thighs. Long black nails scraped the inside of her legs and stopped at the entrance to her pussy.
“Nick, as your companion, I want to please you.” She spread the moist sexual lips and dipped one finger inside her luscious heat.
He lifted his gaze to her face. Did she know what she was doing to him? Did the organization train her in the art of seduction the same way they trained him to kill? And what other skills did she have?
He searched for something to say to ease the tension between them. “Rane, why don’t you take off your breast wrap?”
She grinned and lifted her hands to do his bidding. The flimsy lace separated easily with a light tug. Rosy pink nipples burst from the confines and peaked into tight little berries.
He groaned at the sight of her reclining back on his pillow.
In one swift move, she sat upright and shifted to the side of the bed. “Would you like me to undress you?”
The idea of her hands caressing his body had his head nodding in agreement. “Why don’t you start with my boots, then you can move up from there?”
She dropped to her knees in front of him, but he shifted around so that he sat on the bed with her between his legs. Her hands quickly unbuckled his boots, and he slid his feet free. Her impatient hands allowed him only a moment before they slid over his knees to ride along the inside of his thighs. The tips of her fingers toyed with the clip of his pants.
Rock hard, he waited for her to release the levers and set his cock free.
The crotch of his pants parted. One of her small hands slid under the band of his shorts, and she tugged the material down. His hard cock sprang into her hand.
A grin formed on her face.
He shifted his hips and stood. “Why don’t you let me get rid of these pants? Then we’ll...”
A firm grip circled his sex, and her moist tongue traced crimson lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.” She leaned forward and shoved his shirt out of the way before licking his engorged rod.
Once, twice, then her hot breath caressed him.
Fire sped through his blood. Two years without sex, and he wanted to explode after a little fondling. He yanked off his shirt and grabbed her head. Instead of stopping her movement, he found his fingers sinking into the softness of her reddish-golden hair.
A wicked tongue fluttered against the tip. Her mouth then covered his penis in one long stroke.
He groaned as her lips caressed his length. The ache in his groin demanded release. He gritted his teeth and curled his fingers into her soft locks.
Her mouth slid off his cock, and her eyes lifted to his. “Do you want me to give you some relief or do you want to hold off until you’re deep inside my pussy?”
The question reminded him of his part in this game. Salzar would go for his own pleasure first, and then worry about his slave later. Was he expected to do the same?
Be the master and take pleasure without consideration, or...
He stared down at Rane. She stroked her hands back and forth over his cock, milking him for more.
“I’d love to have your cum dripping from my mouth.” She leaned forward and sucked the tip into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” His brain cells short circuited. No power in the universe could stop him from slamming his cock deeper, past those hungry lips to the hot, moist center of her mouth.
She moaned and sucked harder. One hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls. The other held his cock steady while her exquisite mouth set a fast pace.
The added pressure of trying to stay upright forced him to lock his knees and maintain a firm grip on her. The explosive pressure in his loins grew into an unbearable throb. Need sizzled through every nerve ending. He fought the incredible pleasure to prolong the moment.
On the edge, his cock slipped from her mouth. She blew a teasing caress over the tip, and then flicked her wicked tongue along each side of his cock.
Instead of cooling him off, heat sparked in every cell in his body. “Oh, Rane, you’ve got to...”
She didn’t let him finish before her mouth covered him again, taking him deep, swallowing him whole. Her hand worked up and
down in a relentless action in opposition and in concert with her mouth.
Insane with desire, he matched the thrust of his hips with her actions. So close to bliss, his body froze. Semen shot through his cock and flooded her mouth. He gasped for breath and enjoyed the ecstasy of a mind-blowing release. Weak and completely sated, he collapsed onto the bed.
She followed him, licking and sucking his cock free of every drop of cum. Once done, she looked up with a seductive grin on her moist lips. “Do you want to rest or go again?”
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In Too Deep
“I can’t.” Sadie Pepperman hated the whinny tone of her voice and fought with the chains of propriety that held her back. Why couldn’t she be more carefree, like her best friend?
Thoughts of how, years ago, her impetuous nature had gotten her into her current fix kept her in line today.
“Come on, Sadie.” Carolyn stepped out of her petticoats and threw them into the wagon, before she waded naked into the Trinity River. “There’s no one around for miles and I want to cool off.”
The temperature soared to a blistering heat. Sadie brushed back the wet tendrils sticking to the side of her face. She had too many responsibilities at home to waste time frolicking in the river.
“Yes, but we said we’d only be gone for a few hours. You know how Richard’s family watches me.” Sweat dripped between her breasts. “They’re looking for a reason to kick me out of my home. And if they find me…”
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