Runner: The Fringe, Book 3 (18 page)

Jynx didn’t know how long she stayed pressed against Foster in the dark. Time had no meaning at all anymore. She wanted to stay right where she was, wet and spent atop Foster, her legs spread around him. She thought of his voice, low and brutal, ordering her to ride him, ordering her to climax. Another shiver ran through her body.

“Don’t move.” He buried his face against her neck, seeking out her ear. “I want to stay like this for as long as we can.”

She quivered at his once brutal voice now turning tender.

“You’re trembling.” He pulled back and touched her face with care. “Oh, gods, Jynx, did I hurt you?” He fumbled for the light.

“No.” She stayed his hand, kissed him, then rolled her hips in a tight circle, keeping his penis captured within her. “I don’t want the lights yet. I just want to sit here, feeling you, alone together in the dark.”

Foster gave a strained sigh as he wrapped his arms around her. “Eventually we’ll have to move.”

“But not just yet.”

“Are you afraid to face me in the light?”

“No. It’s just there’s a freedom in the dark. I’ve never done anything like this. Primal and brutal, and oh, Foster.” She shivered as she sought out his ear. “I feel like I’m fully awake for the first time in my life.”

Chapter Sixteen

Foster held her face and gave her the softest kiss he could manage. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”

“Are you regretting—”

“Gods no. Just—I wanted candlelight, flowers, soft music, silk sheets—the whole romantic bit, you know? I wanted our first time to be special for you. Not so fast and furious, and well, damn, woman, that did happen rather quickly.” He felt a shade annoyed that he hadn’t been able to last longer.

“Fast, furious, fabulous.” Jynx stroked his chest. “I felt free to do whatever I wanted, say whatever I wanted. On Banna, I never had this kind of freedom. I always felt as if someone watched and condemned me for having these carnal needs. It’s not like that out here. Or with you. I feel safe with you in ways I can’t fully describe.”

“I went after you like an animal.” He’d been unable to control himself when she allowed him to act out a fantasy he’d kept hidden all his life.

“I wanted you to. I think if my nails weren’t all broken off, I would have ripped the hell out of your back.” Laughing, she touched the back of the pilot chair. “I ripped up your chair.”

“I think you left a mark on my neck when you bit me.”

“Did I hurt you?” She stroked his neck with probing, cautious fingers.

“No, you allowed me to free my beast.” He sighed and hugged her hard. “You wild, beautiful woman. I felt powerful and nasty and wicked.” He shook his head. “It’s never been like that.”

“How many women have been on the bridge?”

“None. I didn’t even let Laura—I’ve never let any woman on the bridge.” That was why he’d lost all control. He’d fantasized about taking a woman from his seat of power but had never actually done so.

“Why me?” she asked, kissing his neck.

“I guess because, deep down, I trust you.”

Jynx leaned back and flipped on the lights. Both of them blinked until Foster turned them down a bit.

“I had to see your face.” Touching her fingertips lightly, she brushed his hair back and kissed his cheek. “I had to see your eyes. I think we’re going to be so good together.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes. You’d never hurt me.”

“Why—when we were—did you call me Mr. Nash?”

“The title made me subservient to you, like when you called me Sweets. It excited me even more, verbally putting you in charge as I rode atop you. I had the power position, yet gave you the reins. When you took them so soundly, I—”

“How can you look right in my eyes and say things like that?” Foster shook his head, biting his lip as he grinned.

She felt him getting hard again, slowly, still inside her. Rolling her hips, stroking him with her body, tightening her muscles to grip him, she leaned close, looked right into his eyes, and said, “Because I can. Because that’s honestly how I feel. I feel like I can tell you anything, say anything, and I might shock you, but you won’t hate me.”

“Hell no, I won’t hate you for being bold, but it does shock me a bit. I never met a woman like you.” His gaze lowered to her breasts, her nipples still straining over the cups of white lace. He slid his hands around to the back but didn’t find the catch.

“Here, in the front.” She unhooked her bra and slowly let the white lace fall open.

He cupped her breasts in his calloused hands, rubbing his thumbs across her dark caramel peaks.

Arching back, she slipped off her bra, then tossed the lacy bundle aside. Each brush of his thumbs sent a sharp electrical charge right down the center of her body. She tightened around him and he lifted up, settling himself fully inside her.

When she rocked her hips, he whispered, “Don’t move, lovely lady. Let me touch you.” He lowered his head. “Let me taste you.” With his lips, his teeth, the rough edges of his chin and cheeks, his huge and gentle hands, Foster almost brought her to orgasm just by focusing all his attention on her tender breasts. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I still can’t believe you’re here, on my ship, on my lap.” He lifted his face to look right into her eyes. “With me buried inside you.”

The way he looked at her, touched her, and what he said, took her breath away.

When he lowered his head and continued, she lazily trailed her fingers through his hair.

“I feel a delicious madness with you. I’m free for the first time in my life, yet I want to be your servant. I want to do anything, everything, you want.” She shook her head. “Insanity. To taste freedom only to want to enslave myself to you.” Uttering a laugh, she asked, “Is there such a thing as space madness?”

He twitched inside her. “At the moment, I’m not too sure. Hell of it is, I want to be your master.” He stroked his finger down her face. “I want to make you feel good.” His eyes never left hers as his finger traced down to her breast. Twisting gently, he captured her nipple between his finger and thumb. “Even if I have to pleasure you against your will.”

She clamped down, her thighs gripping him as she rolled her hips. “Force me to surrender to mind-numbing orgasms, Mr. Nash.”

Ever so slowly, biting his lip in that curious-boy way, he twisted her other nipple with the same movement. “Are you trying to give me an order?”

Shivering, blinking in a slow wave, she kept up the intense eye-to-eye contact. “No, Mr. Nash. I’m waiting for your orders.”

Settling back in his pilot chair, Foster pulled her close, nestling his ever-hardening cock tight within her. With a quick grin, a flick to her clit, he turned so he could reach the main console. Three taps brought up the program he wanted. Instantly, they were in the center of a sylvan glen. A creek burbled under their feet as trees crowded around them. Birds twittered, darting from branch to branch as they sat in the center of it all.

“You make me think of a forest pixie, Jynx. Blonde-haired sprite with otherworldly eyes. Brazen and bold but still with that little bit of shyness around the edges. IWOG lady rapidly corrupted, and I just want to corrupt you even more. Make you something you never would have been if not for me.”

She nuzzled her lips to his ear. “I already am, Mr. Nash.” Gripping the chair with her legs, she forced him back as she took his penis deeper. “I’m alive because of you.” Rolling her body up, she pressed her lips to his, quick, then kept her face close as she looked right into his eyes. “I don’t mean just physically alive, I mean really alive. For the first time in my life.”

He took a deep breath and pulled back. “You don’t owe me—”

She kissed him to stop the ensuing babble. “Stop thinking so much and play with me. We have all this delicious freedom. Just you and me. It’s not like anyone is going to come knocking on the door.”

He laughed as he settled back. “Someone comes knocking on my door, I’ll know at least forty-eight hours before he does.” Lifting up, pressing her back, he checked the wide scanner. “Unless he’s on that 2XBasic out there. That guy, at best, would need a miracle to get to me.”

“There’s nothing else around us?”

“No.” He double checked his sensors. “Nothing worth bothering with. Are you afraid of that? That there isn’t a planet with atmo close?”

“No. Why?”

“It freaks some people out. The first time they realize they’re alone in a very big space. In a twisted way, some get claustrophobic by the vast Void. Gotta be on-world or in a ship. Without one or the other, there’s no air. Out of almost everything else, air is the most basic of all.” Crap. He shouldn’t have said that. If it didn’t freak her out before, it might now.

“We have plenty of air on the ship. I would think, if we didn’t, one of these lights would blink or an alarm would clang, one that would give us both heart attacks long before we could actually die from lack of air. I also imagine, looking at this array, you have enough air in reserve to get us to the nearest planet.”

“You’re a natural.” It pleased him that the inherent danger didn’t bother her one whit. “Space isn’t so bad. You just have to figure out how to survive its hostilities.”

“Jynx Brennan, space doctor.” She laughed, then snuggled against him. “I trust you and the ship. For the first time in my whole life, I truly feel safe. Do you remember the first time you tasted that delicious privacy?”

“Yeah. Vividly. You were there.” He flipped a switch and turned the lights off. “In the dark.” Cradling her face, he kissed her, then trailed his lips and hands down her body. “Your voice, your body, as you rode me like a mad woman in our delicious privacy.”

When she groaned and tried to press him deeper, he grasped her hips with huge hands that easily held her at bay. “I didn’t tell you to move.” He slid her back until just the tip of his sex held to hers. “Don’t move.”

She gasped with frustrated excitement, but she held still.

His fingers explored her silky flesh. She fought to hold still as he found the sensitive spots, the not obvious spots, like the area behind her knee, the backs of her arms and the almost painful sensitivity of her neck. Slow strokes of his fingers followed by his lips and nipping teeth made her groan, almost whine, like a wounded animal.

“Foster, please.”

“Begging. Far too close to ordering. Who’s in charge, Jynx.” He didn’t phrase it as a question. He continued to nip his teeth along her neck.

When she hesitated in answering, he slid her back, pulling out of her entirely.

Startled, she steadied herself by grasping his straining forearms. “You. You’re in charge. Please don’t stop.”

“You’re on top of me, but I’m in charge?” Placing himself against her, he nudged her core with a slow rise of his hips, giving her a taste of what she wanted. “You ride me, but I’m in charge?”

“Yes.” Her fingers dug into his forearms as she waited breathlessly for him to complete their union.

After placing her hands on the armrests, he ordered, “Don’t move, lovely lady, don’t move.” He cupped his hand between her legs. Smoothing his palm against her mound, he slipped his middle finger inside her. She constricted, grasping his finger. When he rocked his palm, she struggled even more to remain motionless.

“Let me move, please.”

“Not yet.” He continued to tease her. His palm, his finger, the wicked swipe of his thumb. Darkness blinded him to what she looked liked, but he could hear her panting breath and smell the luscious scent of her body.

Her gasps of pleasure and frustration made her sound like a wild woman trapped in the dark. When he pulled his hand away, she uttered a startled, frustrated and furious moan.

Simultaneously, he bit her neck as he thrust himself inside her. He swallowed down her scream of startled pleasure by taking rough possession of her mouth. Through the tangle of lips and tongue, she begged him to let her move.

“No. Not yet.” Buried in her, keeping his hips still, he turned his attention to the main console. “I want to see you this time.” He flooded the bridge with hunter green light and shadows. Sunlight through a thick coat of leaves dappled their bodies. Jynx, so close to climax, worked desperately not to move. He could see it took all her will not to say anything. Instead, she pled desperately with her gaze.

“Freedom. A dangerous freedom.” He drew her down, pressing just the tip of his cock against her. “Privacy and trust and all things dark and dangerous.” He forced her to climax as he said, “Pleasure most of all.”

Chapter Seventeen

Before Jynx could ride out the contractions, Foster plunged into her again. Her body reacted so soundly, so sharply, the intensity hurt. Gripping him as firmly as a fist, she wondered if she hurt him. Every bit of her flesh seemed to constrict. She rocked her hips, drawing him deeper, loving every second of riding against him.

He stopped her by grasping her hips. “No. Not yet,” he said with a strained voice to her ear.

Carefully, cradling her body by placing his hands against her bottom, he stood. He took a step, then realized his boxers still straddled his thighs. He shimmed them impatiently down, kicked them away, then pressed her against the wall.

“Now you can move.”

“I can’t.” She tried again to buck her hips against the wicked thrust of him, but her position against the wall wouldn’t allow any movement at all.

“Too bad.” He rocked himself into her. “After all this patient waiting when I finally give you permission to move, you can’t.”

“Foster, please.” Her trembling voice echoed the need in her shaking body.

“What now?” he asked with a gruff whisper. “I said you could move.” He made a long and languorous lunge. “Tell me what you want now, Sweets.”

Her head spun. “I want to feel you explode inside me. I want to watch your face when you do.”

He rolled his hips in a seductive circle. “I want that too.”

Twining her fingers in his hair, stroking his ears as she placed her mouth close, she plastered herself to him, and begged, “Ride me, Foster. Ride me until you scream. I want to feel you and hear you and taste you.”