Dangerously Hers (12 page)

“You are so beautiful.” His voice was heavy…sexual…sensual.

She trailed her hand to the folds of her pussy, spreading them. “What about this?”

He groaned. “Nothing prettier.” His cock twitched.

She spread her legs wider and ran a finger over her jutting clit. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He caressed her calves, running his strong hands up to her knees. Then he pushed them back, spreading them wider. His cock aimed for her pussy.

He claimed her.

“Oh!” Her back arched and her eyes rolled back into her head.

His fingers dug into her leg, painfully grasping her bone. His growl was feral. She wasn’t scared. She wanted more.

“Deeper,” she begged, wanting to feel every inch of his hardness.

He shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled out and then entered her again but still she wanted more.

“Let me…”

“Jess…” He pushed away as she began pumping up and down his length. “I won’t be able to hold back.”

She hooked her legs around his waist. “I don’t want you to.”

His hungry gaze traveled from her breasts down to her pussy. His hands found her ass, kneading and massaging her, helping her rise and fall.

“I like that,” he said.

She licked her lips and brought her pussy up, taking as much as possible. He filled her to capacity.

Groaning, he wrapped a muscled arm around her waist. The look in his eyes spoke volumes. She had just enough time to brace herself as he held her tight and slammed into her. His pace quickened with each stroke until finally their bodies beat against each other. Her breasts bounced as she bucked against him.

“Yes! Oh yes,” she yelled.

Her stomach fluttered, shivers ran down her spine. Holding on to his arms, she rocked with him. The need to have all of him overrode any and everything she had previously wanted.

Her legs quivered as she tried to tighten them around his waist.

“Come for me,” he coaxed. “Let me feel you.”

Deeper and harder, she pumped until her body erupted and convulsed. Her wetness coated him. The slick sounds of him penetrating her and his groans were heaven to her ears.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Harder.” Her walls relaxed, wet and accommodating his length and size.

Grunting, he pressed her hard against the bed and wrapped his arms around her back and fucked her.

And holy hell was he fucking her.

She couldn’t do anything but lace her arms around his slick neck and hold on for the ride.

She let him fuck her so hard her eyes watered from pleasure, not from pain.

He crushed his mouth over hers. Hard and thick as a rod, his cock slammed into her, tearing her apart, and she loved it.

She bit into his shoulder. “I want all of you.”

He suckled and nibbled on her earlobe. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she promised. She had never felt so alive before. Each thrust awakened a new nerve in her body. He awakened desires she’d never known she had. “I want to ride you,” she whispered. “Roll on your back.” When he didn’t comply, she raked her nails across his back. “Now.”

On a groan, he impaled her so deep that her back arched. “Are you sure you can handle this?”

Holy shit.
His shaft felt as though it were in her stomach. “Yes.”

Cradling her, he flipped her over. He watched her with smoldering eyes as she positioned herself across his hips. He groaned as she grabbed his glistening shaft and ran her hand up and down his glorious length.

How much of him had she taken?

She leaned across his chest and flicked her tongue over his erect nipple. He hissed as she laid generous kisses around his chest and made her way back to lick and suck his other nipple.

“Don’t make me wait,” he said.

She hadn’t planned to make him wait anymore. She reached behind her and positioned his cock at her slickened pussy and pressed down. “Umm.”

The muscles in his arms flexed as he pulled her up and pushed her down. The muscles in his stomach flexed as he pumped and receded. She bit her lower lip. The pace he set was slow and dizzying.

She took more of him, riding him faster. She placed her hands on his chest and rose to hover above him.

His face contorted and neck craned. As he squeezed his eyes shut, creased lines formed in his forehead.

She was a human female and she had this fierce warrior at her command. She sat down as far as she could and rolled her pussy.

He arched. “Great Ancients!”

Yes, she had complete control over him. “Watch me, Rasha.”

He slowly opened his eyes. She cupped her breasts and ran her nails across her hard nipples.

He reached for her and grasped her breast. His large hands covered hers. “You feel so good.” He lifted and pumped against her, making her breasts bounce within his grasp.

“Umm, fuck me like that,” she begged.

He pumped up again, this time so hard she almost bounced off him. “Like this?”

She held his arms. “Just like that.”

This time he didn’t stop to ask her questions. She rested her head on his chest and enjoyed the ride. With each thrust, she cried out louder than before.

Her mind clouded as she came again, coating his shaft with her essence. Her slickness made it easier for him to go even deeper, harder.

His legs began to shake. Throwing his head back, he yelled out. His face contorted as he convulsed, trying to pump into her one more time.

His breath was just like hers, irregular, fast and loud. Holding him, she fell by his side, where they lay in a tangled, wet mess.

“That was wonderful. Just as I imagined it.” He ran a hand across her brow, wiping the sweat away. “I told Eva it wouldn’t take long to have you,” he said between hard pants.

What does that mean?

She stiffened in his arms. “Is that it? You think I’m an easy lay?”

“Hmm?” he asked, his eyes drifting close.

She pushed his legs and arms off her, struggling to get away. “Get away from me.”

He frowned in confusion. “Why? What is wrong?”

She rolled away from him and rose to her feet. “I’m not a whore.”

“Wait. I did not call you a whore.”

“
I told Eva it wouldn’t take long to have you,
” she said, mimicking him. “Do you think because I was a brothel whore I’m supposed to be easy?”

“What? I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. I knew you would be different than the other human females.”

She grabbed his pants and tossed them at him, hitting him in the face. “Shut up!” she said, her voice rising to a hysterical level.

He put his hands up. “I am sorry if I said something to offend you. I thought that was a compliment.”

“Stop trying to compliment me! You don’t call a woman a whore after fucking her!”

“But I never said—”

“Don’t say another fucking word,” she seethed.

With his clothes in his hands, he advanced on her. She backed away until her butt hit the nightstand. She reached for the first thing she could get her hands on and hurled it at him. He ducked as the heavy statue whizzed past his head and hit the opposite wall.

He held his hands up and stopped. “Hold on, wait. If you thought I called you a whore, your translator must be broken. I did not call you a whore because that’s not what you are.”

“I’m not a whore,” she said defiantly.

“I know.”

She couldn’t look at him any longer. She turned her back on him and crawled into bed. She pulled the blanket over her head, shrouding herself in darkness.

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now.”

“Jess, you are extraordinary. That’s not meant to be a compliment but a fact.”

She kept the blanket shielding her face, not wanting him to see the tears now streaming down her cheeks.

“Can I stay with you?” he asked when she didn’t respond.

She closed her tear-filled eyes. “No.”

She listened as he pulled on his clothes. His heavy footsteps traveled out of her bedroom and disappeared down the hall. Finally she heard the faint sound of her door opening and closing.

“Lights off and lock the door,” she yelled through the blanket.

The light blinked off as her tears made steady tracks down her cheeks.

I’m not a whore.

Chapter Twelve

What the hell was I thinking?

Minutes ticked by as slow as hours. All she could think about was what she’d done. How she’d done it. And how good it’d felt.

Fucking, fucking, screwup.

Her hands balled into fists.

This was worse than when she contacted Sa’Mya’s uncle and tried to ransom her back to Laconia against Kane’s wishes.

She’d fucked an alien but not against her will. No one had given her drugs or promised to kill her. No, she had done it willingly…eagerly…with gumption…like a pro.

She flung the blanket off and stared at the ceiling. Her mind raced from one extreme to the other.

What if he fired her?

What if he made her leave?

What if he told everyone?

Would everyone think she was a no-good whore?

What if he expected her to be his personal whore?

What if he expected her to be the personal whore for all the royal guards?

She let out a bloodcurdling scream and kicked at the blanket until it fell to the floor.

Get a grip. It might not be as bad as you think. I need damage control.

There was only one person she trusted to help fix the mess she’d made.

She quickly threw on some clothes and left her apartment. It wouldn’t take long to get to JB’s room. It wasn’t too far from hers. Her main concern was getting there without bumping into anyone.

Finally, she stood outside JB’s room and rang the bell. “C’mon, answer it.” Her toes tapped impatiently against the ground.

After waiting a few seconds, she rang the bell again.

Where had Rasha gone after leaving her apartment? Had he gone back to his place or to Marcie’s?

Stop thinking about him.

She pressed the bell again, then again and again.

The door finally slid open. JB stood on the other side. His hair was a disheveled mess. He was shirtless and his pants hung off his waist. “Really? Right now?”

She brushed past him without waiting for an invitation. “I need to stay here tonight.”

“The hell you do.” He blocked her path, stopping her from going deeper into his rooms.

Instead of pushing farther past him, she pressed her back to the wall. “Please, JB.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to be alone right now. I did something really, really stupid.”

A rustling sound caught her attention. In his bed was the redheaded woman who constantly followed him around. She held a blanket up to her chin.

As Jess raked an irritated gaze over her, the woman wiggled her fingers. “Howdy. I’m Diane.”

Jess rolled her eyes. “Figures.”

“Can you…um…come back in…thirty minutes?” JB asked.

Jess threw up her hands. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m in the middle of a crisis and you’re turning me away?”

JB glanced from her to Diane. Jess folded her arms across her chest. He had better make the right choice or she would beat the shit out of him.

“Fuck,” he finally said. He turned toward his bed. “Sweetheart, my ward is in some kind of trouble. She may have gotten herself knocked up.”

“You’re such an ass,” Jess said to him.

“If you don’t mind…” JB continued.

“She can stay while we finish,” Diane said. “I don’t mind. She could even join.”

Jess shook her head in disbelief.
Priceless.

JB exhaled a shaky breath and pointed to a seat of cushions. “Jess, you can take a seat right over—”

Jess peered at him. “So help me, JB, I will beat your ass in front of her,” she ground out. “Finish that sentence and I’ll be forced to do it!”

JB closed his eyes as if in deep concentration. “Baby, hold on to that thought,” he said. “Can we finish this tomorrow?”

“Okay then,” Diane replied. “I can wait.”

Jess took a seat on the floor cushions while Diane got out of bed and pulled on her clothes.

As Diane walked by him, JB grabbed for her hand. “I’ll rustle us up another girl for tomorrow night. But until then, you know I’ll be thinking about you, right?”

Diane giggled and nodded.

JB slapped her ass. “Oh Jess, you owe me big time.” As his door closed, JB turned around and stared at her. “Are you having another panic attack?”

Jess shook her head.

“Did you kill somebody?”

She shook her head again.

“So what happened?”

“Rasha and I had sex,” Jess mumbled.

JB’s brows scrunched together. “What did you say?”

Jess brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I had sex with Rasha,” she said a little louder.

JB laughed. “Of course you and Rasha fucked. Is that what has you freaking the hell out?”

“It’s not funny. I’m serious.”

“So am I. Jess, you guys have been ogling each other since you first met. Hell, I’m surprised it took this fucking long.” He went over to the food console. “I can’t believe I made Amy leave for this,” he said, talking to himself.

“Diane.”

“Huh?”

“Diane, her name is Diane.”

JB tilted his head. “Then which one is Amy?” he said more to himself than to her. After a few minutes he shrugged and punched the keys of the food console. “As I was saying—”

“Shut up. I don’t need to hear any more.”

Argh.
He was right. She had been ogling Rasha. Had
everyone
noticed?

Jess climbed in the bed and sank into the cushions. “Why did I even agree to come here?”

“You hate Sa’Mya and, your words not mine, ‘If that bitch says one more thing to me, I’m cutting her into itty-bitty pieces’,” JB said, mimicking her, which he did quite well, even down to rocking his head from side to side.

Oh right.

JB settled into the chair in front of the table, with a plate of food and juice. “So what happened? You fucked him and ran away?” He took a big bite of his sandwich.