DangerouslyForever (14 page)

“Shit,” she said as she bucked against him.

“I’m going to take you to my room and have my fill of you,”
he promised. “You’ll come all over my tongue and then you’ll come on my cock.”

She shuddered and fell forward. His hands were there to
catch her and help her ease to the ground. Face down, ass up. He continued to
lick and caress with his tongue. Her hands dug into the dirt as he nibbled on
her clit. With each nip, there was a hard stroke of his tongue to follow.

“Gracious,” she yelled out.

There hadn’t been many who had taken the time to see to her
needs. It had been a rare pleasure. And none had ever done it with the gusto
and fervor that Kiehle did. He seemed to revel in it. And when his tongue
traveled to her ass and rimmed her dark entrance, she felt a deep shiver run up
her spine.

His tongue stroked her, gently at first, making its way past
her muscles. She whimpered and relaxed, letting him explore. Only then did his
tongue become more aggressive, probing. Deeper and deeper he went. His thumb
found its way into her pussy, both working in unison. She’d never consented to
anal sex—with anyone. But this…made her want more. Made her crave the sensation
he was giving to her.

On a growl, he slapped her ass and delved even deeper.

That was all it took for the coil that tightened in her
stomach to release and erupt.

“Yes,” she yelled as her body convulsed.

He moved faster, his tongue and thumb urging her release on.
Even as she fell to the ground, he lapped, taking in every drop she had. Her
body convulsed as she screamed. Finished, he lay beside her and pulled her to
his chest.

She held on to his biceps and hooked her ankles over his.
Her head rose and fell with his breaths. Kiehle ran a hand up and down her back
while she listened to the sound of his heart. It beat at a fast pace,
rhythmically lulling her to sleep. Jim’s heart had the same effect on her. She
could listen to it all night long.

But this was not Jim, and she didn’t have time for sleep.

She pushed off him and rolled, landing on her back.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

She grabbed her pants and pushed herself to her feet. She
shook them out and stepped into them. “The kids will be getting up soon.”

“Then I suggest we move this to my bedroom.”

She put her hands on her hips, about to tell him that this
had been a momentary lapse in judgment, but her finger brushed against the vial
of synthine. She had almost forgotten it was hidden in her pocket.

He watched her seductively. “How about you check on the
children and I’ll wait for you in my room?”

“Good idea. I’ll see to the kids then stop by the kitchen to
get us something to quench our thirst.”

He chuckled. “Do you think I’d fall for that trick again?
The last time you so graciously got me something to drink I ended up drugged
and tied to a bed.”

She pouted. “You don’t trust me? After everything we’ve
shared?”

He smirked. “Not with that.”

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She picked up her canteen and
took a long swallow.

“Give me some of yours.”

She picked up his shirt and tossed it at him. “Put your
shirt on first. If the kids come out here, I don’t want them seeing anything
inappropriate.” He caught it and shook it out once more. When he pulled the
shirt over his head, briefly covering his eyes, she emptied the synthine into
her canteen and slipped the vial back into her pocket. She didn’t need him
waking up for at least a couple of days.

“Now,” he said. “Are you going to share?”

She shrugged. “I
could
.” She lightly shook the
canteen in front of her, taunting him and mixing the drug.

“Trying to tease me?” He tsked and walked toward her. “Don’t
be stingy. I made you orgasm and you won’t share? Mean.”

She tilted her head to the side in thought. “Only because
you made me come.” She held the canteen out to him.

Triumphantly he grabbed it, taking a long swallow.

She stepped back, hooking her thumbs in her waistband,
watching as his eyes lingered on her. “Drink up. You’ll need all your energy
for what I plan to do to you.”

He tipped the canteen to his mouth and swallowed in gulps.
Finished, he tossed the empty canteen to the side. She watched it roll to a
stop. Not even a drop left. He sauntered closer, staring at her as if she were
on the menu.

How long will it take to work?

He stopped momentarily to shake his head. He took another
step forward and then stopped again, placing his hand on his temple. His eyes
met hers, knowing.

“You…you…”

He reached out for her. She took a big step back, out of his
grasp, afraid of what he would do if he ever got ahold of her again.

His eyes glazed over and rolled up. He dropped to the ground
on the next breath.

“Oh shit! I think I killed him for real this time.”

She scrambled to his side and felt for the pulse in his
neck. It was there, but slow.

He’ll live.

Judging by the amount she’d given him, he should be out for
a couple of days, but since she didn’t know how fast his metabolism might clear
the drug from his system, she didn’t want to waste any time.

He would kill her if he found her.

Well, I won’t let him find me.

If she’d been thinking properly, she would’ve waited until
he was in the house before drugging him. How was she going to get him inside?
She looked toward the entrance. It seemed to loom in the distance.

Her only option was to drag him. She crouched and hooked her
arms under his shoulders. She got as far as lifting his head, neck and
shoulders off the ground. Holy fuck, was he heavy. She planted her feet and
leaned back. Grunting, she tried to pull him along. He didn’t move an inch.
She’d never move three hundred pounds of dead weight by herself. Giving up, she
blew out a breath and lowered his head to the ground.

Maybe I can leave him out here?

No.

She couldn’t do that to him. Even if he deserved it. There
could be all kinds of predators lurking around. Vulnerable, he wouldn’t stand a
chance.

She’d
have
to drag him. What she needed was something
to put him on.

She took off running to the house. Inside, she ran straight
to his room and pulled the blanket off his bed. She stopped only to peer into
the room where Yoshi and Max still lay sleeping. She closed the door quietly. Hopefully
they would sleep for a little while longer. If they woke, she didn’t know how
she would explain why she was trying to drag an out-cold Kiehle to his room.
They liked him. There would be too many questions about why he was out like a
light.

She’d eventually have to answer their questions about why
they were leaving, but they didn’t have to know the circumstances. Like how
he’d been planning to sell them and how all this…this
niceness
was
fake…a lie.

She ran down the hall, through the door and back to Kiehle.

Getting him on the blanket was easy enough. She placed it
next to him and rolled him on. It was like rolling a heavy tree, but she
managed after a lot of grunting, swearing and sweating. Now all she had to do
was pull him to the house without passing out or straining a muscle.

“Halfway there,” she said, trying to give herself motivation
to keep going.

Only when she reached the doorstep did she stop to take deep
breaths. She leaned against the frame and wiped the sweat from her eyes and
face. How long had it taken her to move him? It probably wasn’t long at all but
it felt like an eternity.

Taking another deep breath, she adjusted her hold on the
blanket and pulled him inside. She dragged him through the living room and down
the hall, easier now on the slick surface of the floors. When she got to his
room, she stopped beside his bed. This was where he would have to stay until he
woke up. It was better than outside.

She looked down at him, knowing she’d never see him again.

Something tugged on her heart. He’d played nice to a tee. If
she were naïve, she would’ve fallen for it and loved the attention her gave to
her and the kids. But her naïve days were long gone and there was no time to
spend being stupid for a dude. No matter
how
handsome he was. Looking at
him was only a stark reminder that looks could be deceiving. Everyone was out
to do her harm—young, old, smart, dumb, ugly and handsome.

She used the tip of her boot to nudge his head. It lolled to
the side. “It’s been real, but I can’t let you sell us back into slavery.”

Her next move was to find some bags and gather as much food
as she and the kids could carry. She searched Kiehle’s room. The bags were easy
to find, but while looking for them, she also found some other items she
thought would come in handy.

Stealing hadn’t crossed her mind. She’d never had anything
to steal at the brothel. Everyone had the same thing she had—nothing. She
didn’t have credits. He’d never gotten around to creating an account for her—if
he ever planned to. But gold could be traded to get what they needed to
survive. She stuffed one of the bags full of gold wristbands, a jeweled
necklace, a crystal, a gold vase, some rings and other trinkets. He was a
prince. He could replace everything she took.

A bell sounded in his room. She stopped and looked around.

Alarm?

It rang again.

Doorbell?

Didn’t he say that he didn’t get many visitors?

Damn.

With her blaster in one hand, she tiptoed to the door.
Hiding the weapon behind her back, she opened the door a crack to peer out. On
the other side stood a male. His bald head glistened under the sun, the green
jumpsuit he wore reminding her of those worn by mechanics on Earth. The name
Zolster Delivery was printed across his chest.

He frowned. “Is Kiehle Xochis available?” he asked.

“Who are you?” she demanded. Her finger twitched on the
trigger. She didn’t just drug Kiehle for nothing. If this male stood in her
way, she would kill him without a second thought.

The timid alien on the other side of the door shifted his
gaze from side to side. His reptilian eyelids blinked once. Then the second set
blinked. “I’m Yaradiel. Kiehle called me to restock his food supplies.”

She nodded to the boxes that he’d piled high on a hover
craft behind him. “All that’s food?”

Yaradiel turned around, eyeing the craft. “Mostly. Some are
clothes and toys.”

“Toys?”

He turned back to her. “Kiehle asked me to bring toys for
children.” He shrugged. “Who am I to judge?”

He bought toys for the kids.

She stepped to the side, allowing him to come in. “You can
put them on the kitchen table,” she said, pointing toward the kitchen door
across the room. From where they stood, the table was visible.

She watched as he unloaded the boxes one by one, five in
all, onto the table.

When he finished, he held a small pad out to her. “I’ll need
him to sign for the packages.”

“He’s sleeping,” she said quickly.

“No problem. Kiehle is a regular. We trust him to pay us on
time.” He turned to leave. She spotted his vessel not too far from where Kiehle
had landed his.

A vessel. An escape.

“Wait,” she called out. “Can you help me unpack? I’m sure
he’ll give you a generous tip.”

Yoshi and Max entered the room. “Who’s that, Ally?” Max
asked first.

“This is Yaradiel. He brought you some toys to play with.”

“Real toys?” Yoshi asked excitedly.

Yaradiel straightened his shoulders. “Kiehle told me to get
the best toys on the market. I got the same toys that my children play with.”

Yoshi squealed, unable to contain her excitement. She jumped
up and down, her hands clapping. “Where? Where are they?”

“In there.” Ally pointed to the kitchen, where the boxes
could easily be seen on the table. Like kids on Christmas morning, they took
off for them.

“I could really use some help,” she said. “Kiehle had a long
night and I would feel bad if I had to wake him.”

He smiled. “How can I say no to helping a female and
children?”

She smiled and placed a hand over her heart. “Thank you.”

While Yaradiel made his way to the kitchen, she went back to
Kiehle’s room to get the bag of stolen goods and a second empty one. He was in
the exact same spot she had left him. She turned off his light and shut the
door on her way out.

In the kitchen, the kids had gathered around Yaradiel,
helping him open one of the boxes. While they were distracted, she opened
another box and pulled out clothes, stuffing some in the empty bag. As the kids
explored the toys, with Yaradiel telling them all about each one, she rummaged
through the food box and picked out nonperishables and packed those as well.

Finally, she was ready.

“Yaradiel?” He looked up at her. “Can I see you in the other
room?”

She walked out, leading the way.

“What is it?” he asked when they’d cleared the kitchen.

“We need to get as far away from here as possible and I need
you to take us.”

His brows pulled together. “I can’t do that. I’m working.”

She grabbed the blaster from her waistband and pointed it at
him. “I thought you might say something like that.” She didn’t feel good about
threatening him. He’d been genuinely nice to her and the kids, but if she
wanted to survive, she’d have to push her guilt aside.

He stared at her wide-eyed. “I don’t know what’s going on
here but I don’t want any part of it.”

“You can help me or you can die. Your choice, but make it
fast.” She hated to give him that ultimatum. But escaping always included
casualties.

He dropped his head and put up his hands. “I’ll take you
wherever you need to go. I have a family.”

“I’m sorry it has to be this way, but we can’t stay here.”

“Kiehle is good. He’s always been nice to me.”

She shook her head. Everybody had a little good in them.
Good for something or good for nothing. But she wasn’t going to argue with this
alien. “You don’t know our situation.”

“Maybe you and Kiehle could talk it out?” He gazed at her,
his reptilian eyes blinking rapidly. “Work out your differences?”

“Like I said, you don’t know our situation. Yoshi! Max!” she
yelled. “We’re leaving, now.”

She lowered the blaster, letting her sleeve cover it. They
both came into view, holding dolls in their hands. “Why?” Yoshi asked.

“What about Kiehle?” Max asked.

“I’ll explain later, but right now we really have to go.”
She flicked her gaze to Yaradiel, who watched the hand that held the blaster.
He didn’t look as if he would try anything. “Hurry up and get some clothes on.”

“But what about our toys? Do we have to leave them here?”
Max asked.

Yoshi hid her doll behind her back.

“There are two bags in the kitchen, you can each pack three
small toys.”

“Where are we going?” Yoshi asked.

“Mr. Yaradiel is going to take us somewhere far away. Now
hurry up and change.”

“I hope I don’t get fired for this,” Yaradiel groaned.

* * * * *

“She did
what
?” Eva’s voice shrilled through the
communicator.

Kiehle held his breath when she leaned toward the screen,
making her facial features look large and distorted.

He’d woken up to discover Ally and the children gone and
that he’d been sleep for two rotations. He didn’t know why she’d drugged him
again but he would find out. She’d put him in danger, leaving him defenseless.
Being bested by a female—
twice
—was something that a warrior just didn’t
let happen. It would
never
happen again.

“Tell me you’re joking? Tell me anything but this,” she
yelled, using her hands animatedly.

He exhaled and looked at her. He’d expected her to be mad.
She had every reason to be. He’d lost her best friend. “I’ll find her. I know
who she left with.”

One of the first things he noticed when he woke was that his
room had been ransacked and some of his belongings were missing—he didn’t care
about any of that. The clue to how she had left was found on his kitchen table.
Yaradiel.

Before he could track down Yaradiel, Eva’s call had come
through. He would’ve preferred to talk to Yaradiel first and find out Ally’s
whereabouts
before
speaking to Eva. At least then he would have more to
tell her than “your friend ran away”.

“Why would she run away from you?” Eva glared at him.

“I don’t know. I told her that I was sent to look after her
for
you
. I don’t understand.”

He heard Taio say something out of view.

“I even told her that you were looking forward to seeing her
again,” Kiehle added.

“Kiehle, it must’ve been something you said. Something
spooked her. Can you remember
anything
?”

He closed his eyes, trying to remember any reason he’d given
her to run away. “Nothing. I did my best to make her and the children
comfortable. I tried to make her feel at home.”

“Then why…” Eva groaned and put her head in her hands. “If I
was in her shoes, I wouldn’t have believed you either.”

“What’s not to believe? I rescued her from a brothel and I’m
returning her to you.”

“As much as I love you, you’re an alien. To her, you’re just
another being who can’t be trusted.” She turned her head to speak to Taio.
“See? I
told
you I should’ve been the one to go to her. She needed to
see a familiar face.”

Kiehle leaned back. “I thought she was beginning to trust
me.”

Eva cut her gaze back to him. “Obviously
not
.”

“Not every female is as enthralled with you as you believe,”
he heard Taio say.

“She
seemed
enthralled by the way she screamed out my
name,” Kiehle replied to his brother.

Eva turned toward the sound of Taio’s voice once again. “How
much do you love your brother? Because I’m this close,” she pinched her fingers
together, “to fucking him up.”

“Calm down, little one. He will find her.” Then Taio came
into view. “Right?”

“Right,” Kiehle replied.