Stranded (Boys Behaving Badly Book 4)

by Delilah Devlin

  His gaze was steady and full of heat. “Anything special I need to do with that?”

  She shook her head, and her heart began pounding as he pulled on the string of his sweatpants. He pushed his pants down over his trim hips and swelling cock, and her body gave one big throb. He was naked underneath them. Naked and hard. She didn’t know why that surprised her, but it did.

  “I need to react that way if you want your research to be a success,” he murmured.

  Her hand trembled as she passed him the condom. When he reached down to prepare himself, she hesitantly reached for her shorts. It made no sense for her to be shy; he’d already had his hands on her. Still, she felt his attention sharpen as she stripped and kicked her remaining clothes away.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  Their gazes locked as she caught his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips. Still, she wasn’t ready for the magnitude of it when he thrust into her—not the physicality of the act or the sensuality.

  “Ohhhh!” Her back arched, and her breasts thrust high.

  His fingers dug deep into the flesh of her ass. “Ahh, Megan.”

  He began thrusting hard and fast. She clutched at him, her body hot and slick as he plunged into her. They held onto each other, not wanting to lose contact, as they floated in space.

  Only all that thrusting had an equal and opposite reaction.

  Aaron used an arm to stop them from crashing into the open hatch door when his thrusts propelled them across the room. Too immersed in each other to care, they started drifting the other way.

  Megan dug her fingers into the muscles of his back. His big body wrapped around her smaller one as they floated and spun. Without gravity, she couldn’t feel his weight pressing down on her, but she could feel the strength in his arms as he pulled her closer. And the hardness of his cock as he filled her.

  They floated around the module as they fucked, rolling and bumping into things. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced—because nobody in the world had experienced it but the two of them.

  The knowledge pushed her over the edge. “Aaron,” she cried as she crested.

  With a final hard thrust, his body bowed. Megan grabbed the equipment rack to stop them from crashing into the wall and trembled as another, smaller orgasm ran through her.

  His hot breaths hit her ear. “Holy hell.”

  Yeah.

  It was about as much as her brain could assemble. Wow. Just wow.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She nodded. She was phenomenal.

  His chest rose and fell, plumping her breasts as he tried to catch his breath. “Okay, I have a few recommendations.”

  She crashed back to earth.

  “Footholds,” he said. “They won’t allow much freedom of movement, but we need a way to keep us from tumbling across the room. Although, I can now officially say I do give a flying fuck.”

  He grinned, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. He swatted away her shorts when they tried to wrap around his head. “And netting. We need netting to hold the clothes.”

  He stopped when he saw the look on her face. “Unless you don’t want my help with this?” His hold on her tightened. “I know I went off script there, but I promise you’ll be the boss. I’ll follow your lead, I swear.”

  Her body melted. He was already thinking more like a scientist than she was. He’d noticed some important, practical improvements that needed to be made. They were exactly the types of things she’d wanted to learn and document. “Inform Mission Control we’re going back to Plan A.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” His eyelids went heavy. “Now, tell me the proper way to dispose of this condom so we can start on a second one.”

  Flexible footholds were a good idea. Fantastic.

  Megan stretched her arms overhead as she lay flat before Aaron, her legs spread wide to accept him. His hands were like vices on her hips as he fucked her hard and fast. She floated mindlessly, twisting as sensations buffeted her. Her breasts quivered as his thrusts had her pussy squeezing.

  She cried out when he suddenly pulled out of her.

  The module twirled, but then he was spreading her legs and pushing into her from behind. Or underneath. It was so hard to tell without gravitational reference. All she knew was that he was going deeper, and she was letting him.

  He found a steady, pounding rhythm that made her toes curl. Her stomach sucked in as his hands stroked up to capture her breasts. He squeezed possessively, and she moaned in pleasure.

  “I told you,” he said, panting. “Footholds.”

  She nodded fiercely, clutching at his hands.

  “Next,” he said, “I’ve got some ideas about tethers…”

  Megan worked in her research module, finalizing her record-keeping and going through supplies. She blushed when she counted how few condoms were left. She glanced around the module. A lot of good research had been done here.

  She tried to convince herself that was all there was to it, but she couldn’t help the heaviness in her heart. Their sessions had gone beyond that for her. She’d developed feelings for her sexy flyboy, although he hadn’t said anything to indicate how he might feel. The next crew was expected to arrive tomorrow…

  She pressed her tablet to the Velcro strips on the wall. This would be their last time together. Their last experiment. Her stomach knotted.

  “Hey,” he said behind her.

  She jumped. He could still sneak up on her. Schooling her expression, she turned to face him.

  He caught her hand. “Come with me. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  She trailed along as he tugged her toward the hatch. “But I’ve got everything set up.” She gestured back to the module. Their place.

  “I got us an upgrade.”

  He was moving toward the more heavily used areas of the space station. They passed Ramirez, who was grinning as she floated in the opposite direction.

  “Aaron,” Megan hissed. She’d loved the things they’d done together, but she wasn’t an exhibitionist—which had turned out to be a significant discovery for the project. They were in a tin can up here. Privacy was hard to come by. Accommodations were going to have to be made for longer-term missions.

  Because right now, he was heading for the most popular spot aboard the station.

  The cupola.

  She caught onto a handhold when he started to dive into the earth-facing module. “We can’t,” she whispered. “Not there.”

  “Oh, but we can. I negotiated an hour alone for the two of us.” He floated closer and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Tempted?”

  Excitement unfurled inside her. He wanted to be with her, here in the bird’s nest above the world.

  She glanced around nervously. The area did seem unusually quiet. “But how did you get everybody to agree to this?”

  Why would their crewmates willingly give up time in the viewing deck on the last day of their mission?

  “I gave up my breakfast granola for the past two weeks.”

  He’d eaten the scrambled eggs? For her?

  Twisting with her in his arms, he pushed off with his toe. They went headfirst into the cupola, straight into one of the best views in the world…of the world.

  “Aaron,” she said softly.

  He kissed her as they came to a stop, surrounded by windows that looked out on the station’s solar arrays, its robotic arm, and the Soyuz spacecraft. Most dramatically, there in the center of it all was Earth. Megan didn’t know what was the most striking—the colors of the ocean, the shapes of the land masses, or the circular curve of the planet against the black velvet backdrop of space.

  “It’s a tight fit in here,” he said as he kissed her earlobe. “We’ll have to forego the gymnastics this time.”

  He chuckled when she shushed him, but he was right. While the view around them was huge, the module was cramped, with half the space taken up by computer monitors, cameras, and equipment.

  He began tugging on
her T-shirt. “The longer you remain dressed, the less time we have.”

  It was outside her comfort zone, but Megan wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. She reached for her pants. Aaron grunted when her elbow caught him in the ribcage, but their laughs and whispers quickly changed into heavy breaths and wet kisses as their clothes disappeared into the bag he’d already stowed in the module. While she’d thought she didn’t like exhibitionism, undressing in front of the windows felt sexy. Freeing.

  Naked, she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Of all the positions they’d tried, this was the one she liked best. Up close and personal, their bodies pressed tightly together, and his strong arms holding her.

  Tears pricked at her eyes, but she fought them back by going into researcher mode. “I’ve been meaning to ask, how do your testicles feel up here? I mean, I’ve noticed how my breasts aren’t weighed down.”

  Not that she had a lot up top.

  She was still happy to hear him groan.

  “They float,” she said. Right along with the rest of her, but a long-term benefit could be fewer back problems for women who were more endowed than her. “And my skin seems more sensitive.”

  Because skin exfoliated in space at a much faster rate than it did on Earth.

  “Do you—”

  “Megan.” His fingers bit into her bottom. “At the moment, my balls couldn’t be tighter.”

  “Oh,” she peeped when he rocked against her.

  “As much as your geeky brain and scientific sex talk turns me on, let’s just enjoy ourselves this one last time.” His hold on her gentled as he stroked her curves.

  This one last time.

  Her throat tightened, but then he kissed her again. Slower this time, with growing heat. Their bodies locked in a lovers’ embrace, and she stroked her toes against the backs of his thighs. He’d tucked his foot into a foothold, as always, protecting them from bumping up against the equipment.

  She always felt safe in his arms. Protected and wanted.

  She reached for the bag of clothes before the sadness could overcome her. “The condom.”

  Wriggling away, she found the packet in the pocket of her pants and disposed of the wrapper. Using him for leverage, she dropped lower to put it on him.

  His erection jutted out before her. His balls were drawn up tight. Entranced, she reached out to touch him.

  His hips jumped, and he quickly reached down to catch himself in a tight grip. “Megan,” he warned.

  She knew… She knew… But she wasn’t a researcher all the time. He’d taught her that. And she was up here with the most beautiful sights surrounding her. Including him.

  Giving into the urge, she pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. He cursed, and she wrapped her mouth around him. She took as much of him as she could with his fist blocking her way. Feeling dangerous, she licked her tongue over him and gave a firm suck.

  His hips bucked. “Do that one more time, and you’re going to have to swallow every last drop.”

  There were reasons they didn’t do this, but her astronaut training wasn’t kicking in.

  She swirled her tongue around him, and he tugged on her ponytail. “Megan, stop. I want to fuck you, not your mouth.”

  Her pussy throbbed. He made a good argument. Pulling back, she quickly unrolled the latex over him. She let out a gasp, though, when he caught her under the arms and jerked her up to him. She was still wrapping her legs around his waist when he drove into her.

  “Ahh, Doc,” he groaned. His thumbs dug sexily into the seams where her legs met her torso. “I’m going to miss this.”

  Megan squeezed her eyes shut. So was she. She’d hoped that he’d want to continue things after the mission.

  Because she certainly did.

  He kissed her temple and began thrusting inside her, slow and deep. The air shuddered in her lungs. If this was their last time, she didn’t want to miss a moment of it. Opening her eyes, she looked at him. Aaron “Flyboy” Bridges. Sex symbol astronaut to the masses. Her research partner.

  And the guy who was breaking her heart.

  Cupping his face, she kissed him slowly, sensually. She’d never asked him for more. She’d never asked him for this—but she was thankful he’d rescued her research project. He’d taught her that she couldn’t ignore her needs and desires in the pursuit of more cerebral goals. She was a scientist, but she was also a woman.

  A woman who desperately wanted this man.

  She clung to him as their space craft raced by the world at seventeen thousand miles per hour. The beauty was breathtaking. Heart-stopping. She dug her fingers into his shoulders.

  And held onto heaven for as long as she could.

  The knock at her door surprised Megan. She was in the recovery staging city in Kazakhstan. Her legs felt like tree trunks as she walked to open the door. Gravity was a bitch, but whomever was out there was impatient. They were knocking again already, and it made her scowl. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with anybody or anything right now.

  Especially him.

  Her lips flattened when she found Aaron standing on the welcome mat. She had to tilt back her head to look him in the eyes. It reminded her how tall he was, here on Earth. How living in space had skewed everything… “What do you want, Flyboy?”

  His eyebrows shot up. “To see if you’re okay. We agreed to meet back up after reentry testing, but you’ve been in the medical unit forever. What’s going on? Are you all right?”

  Her fingers bit into the door. “You lied to me.”

  “What?”

  “You lied when you said Mission Control was concerned about the progress of my independent research. They never asked you to intercede. They never even knew about the change back to Plan A.”

  “Oh. That.” Looking sheepish, he raked a hand through his hair. It had grown during his time in space, and it flopped back into his brown eyes. They took on that familiar wicked glint. “But your research turned out okay though, didn’t it?”

  Steam nearly poured out her ears. “You were just trying to get into my pants. You even brought your own condoms.”

  Why hadn’t that triggered something in her head earlier?

  He shrugged. “I took advantage of an opportunity.”

  She glared at him.

  “Hell, Megan. Yeah, I lied.” He slipped by her into the room. “I’ve got no excuse. Lady Luck had finally smiled on me.”

  “What?”

  “Zylstra’s appendix issues.”

  Megan knew her blood was leaving her head for her extremities now that she was back on Earth, but that didn’t mean she should be so confused. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying I’ve had a thing for you ever since you showed up in the training program. I did everything I could to make you notice me… to keep you going, but you wouldn’t give me the time of day. You drove me crazy with all your clinical sex talk, but you chose Zylstra. Zylstra,” he spat. “The guy with the cleaning fetish.”

  Her knees wobbled. Closing the door, she latched onto a chair.

  “So, screw it,” he said. “Yes. I lied, because I wanted you. Hell, I still do. I want all of you.”

  “You’d better,” she muttered.

  He frowned. “What’s that mean?”

  “Nothing,” she said. Everything.

  She moved around him to the kitchen to get herself some water. Her lips felt sensitive. Every inch of her still felt overly alert. She could even feel the weight of her tongue when she tried to talk, but she didn’t know what to say to him. “What are you doing here now?”

  “I told you, I needed to see if you were okay. I know you still feel like hell, because I do, too, but maybe we could hang out. Get something to eat or, I don’t know, watch TV?”

  She tried not to sputter out water. “What? Like we’re a couple?”

  “Aren’t we?” His brow furrowed, and he looked like she’d just pissed him off. “We’ve practically been living together for the past three mont
hs… Unless…” The annoyance slipped from his expression. “Do you not feel the same way?”

  Megan set down the glass before she could drop it. “Of course, I feel the same way.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “I’m still pissed at you!” She raked her hands through her hair. It felt good not to have it pulled back into a ponytail, but the roots were still tender. And that made her angry, too. “You left me with a lot of explaining to do, Aaron.”

  He stilled. “Are you in trouble with the program?”

  Hardly. “They’re fine. Stunned by the results, even. There were just… complications.”

  “Complications?” He took a step towards her. “Megan, what happened in medical? Were there side effects? Did I hurt you?”

  She’d wanted more time to prepare. She’d just found out herself. “There were some uh… prophylactic failures. Something about the microgravity environment affecting their efficacy.”

  “Prophylactic?” His eyes widened. “Hold on. Are you telling me you’re pregnant?”

  She nodded.

  For a moment, he was stunned silent. Then he let out a whoop, and he was on her. He kissed her soundly, and when he pulled back, his gaze was hot. “Are you feeling okay? Are you happy about it?”

  She blinked to hold back the tears. “Thrilled.” At least, she had an explanation now for her rampant emotions. She dapped away the moisture from her eyes. “Are you?”

  “Happy? I’m ecstatic.”

  “But you want to go to Mars.”

  “Because I had no reason to stay here.” He tugged up her T-shirt and spread his hand over her stomach. “Now, I have two.”

  She sniffed. “What if I wanted to go?”

  “Great. We’ll both go. Maybe we’ll even start training the little guy or gal and bring them with us.”

  Her damp eyes rounded in horror. “A child in a microgravity environment? But their growing bones, and the effects on vision, and…”

  He laughed and pulled her into his arms. “I just meant that we’ve got time. We’ll figure it out.”

  Her smile wobbled. “This wasn’t the goal of my research.”

  “Doc, we just made Earth’s first extra-terrestrial.” His grin nearly blinded her. “How could we have gotten any better results than that?”