Honey Moon (17 page)

She stared into his eyes, bright green going darker and darker with heat, and clutched her fingers around the base of wondrously hard wood, the long thick cock poised and quivering in front of her as she drew the thin cotton fabric up.
Stroke-stroke-sob, he’s so lovely.
The veins in his cock throbbed beneath her fingers and he moaned, fisting the sheet with both hands.

“There’s…You sure about this?”

She frowned. “Yes. No. But if you ever want to use this again,” a downward sweep of her hand on his cock and his groan grew desperate, “tell me the truth.”

“Truth?” he grunted.

“Why’d you stop? Maybe you’re worried about birth control?” She gulped, forcing herself to continue. “Or that woman at the bar?”

His eyes narrowed. “What woman?”

She bent, and blew over the head of his cock trying to burst through the sheet. “Answer the question or in one minute, my fake husband, you’ll spill into this hospital gown.”
You can’t know how self-doubting I really am, can you?

He laughed. “You’ve a lot to learn about me, my fake wife. More like ten seconds.” He seized her upper arms and reared up to halt his lips inches from hers. “I forgot the question, but I’ll tell you the truth as often as you need to hear it.”

Oh God, he does know and he really does want
me
? Please, say it again.

He yanked the un-zippered side of her skirt round. “I want you. Only you.” He rammed his hand up beneath it. “I want a maybe-child.” Her lungs locked as he wrenched her panties aside. “I want…Nah. Who cares about picket fences or…a thong, too? Dear God.” He cupped her sex and in a smooth flow of muscles flipped her onto her back. “I want to look at every bit of you. You feel so soft, pretty—”

“Move. Now.” She grasped his hipbones. He lifted upward and she helped him pull up the gown to free his cock.

“Ohh…” No hesitation, his bare cockhead butted against the thin slit of the thong and they both groaned. He felt wonderful, ready to power down into her, her muscles anxious to grasp and keep him inside her, only…

Hello? Stupid girl?

Damn it, her brain wanted a word.
Fine,
she grudgingly thought. Point one tenth of a second to rationalize
. Hurry
, she snapped to herself. Positioning was set, the most expert cock in the world rubbing her, widening her, making sure she was more than ready for a deep, driving manic burst of power drilling…
oh God, whaaat is the deal?

It’s simple. You’re gonna lose him. Remember him? The guy you swore to rescue? Think this is over? Idiot. There’s no time. Not with this guy who’ll rally for a proper pounding. Make this right and fast. It’ll… He’ll be delicious.

“Sam…Sam, wait.” She gave herself a mental slap. It was crazy for her to act as if everything was fine when it really wasn’t. Not with governments in turmoil, the most powerful corporation on Earth pissed and vengeful and the posse waiting outside the door.

“What…?” Sam gasped. Frozen in place, he blinked as he stared at her, his arms trembling with the effort to hold back. “You all right?”

She smiled. “Yes. Get off. Please.”

Guilt flashed in his eyes. He rolled to his side and jerked to avoid falling off the bed as he mumbled, “I’m a pig. Too fast. No fun for you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She hopped off the bed, straightened her skirt and zipped up.

He started to work the hospital gown down his chest, cover himself, and she muttered, “Leave it. Hang on a second.”

“Huh?” His long lashes lowered, his face downcast, as she grabbed her blouse.

“It’s me that’s selfish.” She slipped the blouse on, no time to mess with buttons. “Being insecure and all, I didn’t want to take the lead—and that’s a big…” Oh yeah, was he ever. Her thighs clenched. She didn’t need him inside her. She was about to rocket, just looking at him.

“Big?” he croaked.

“Mistake. Trusting you, I mean.”
Get with it, girl. Yum, yum, yum.
She slapped her palm on his bare stomach and his beautiful eyes widened. “Not that I don’t love… Well, I imagine I’d love vanilla sex with you on top, but I shouldn’t be on my back. You should.” She licked her lips, her attention glued on his yearning cock.

Never gonna fit.

Shut up. I’ll take what I can. In this moment, he’s mine. Every thick inch.
“Well, you’re on your back now and I need to think.”

The trail of dark hairs narrowed beneath the gown bunched on his upper chest, forming a tantalizing path south. His skin quivered beneath her hand. “Think? About what? The fact I’m about to embarrass myself into your face?”

“Oh no.” She giggled. “I’m way too hungry to let that happen.” She lowered parted lips and blew on his glistening cock with its pre-cum dripping. “Just keep your hands to yourself and be as quiet as you can.”

“No touching you?”

“That’s the deal,” she whispered. Another hot breath from her, her tongue poked out between her lips, and whatever undecipherable thing he’d started to mutter turned into strangled sounds as he raised his hips. “Oh…goood…God-d-d…”

“Shh.” She pushed down on his abdomen. Her other hand hurried to grasp the base of his cock. “Relax… Well, not this part.” She licked the tip, round and round, sucked and lapped—
delicious
—and slid her mouth down to take him as deep as she could. Not an expert, but the hot light in his eyes, the way his body trembled and how he tried not to choke her only made her want to swallow—
oh wow
—she felt him hit the back of her throat. He gulped and she sucked harder as she drew her mouth and hand up together, popping the head of his cock out. She licked and nibbled back down his length, mumbling, “I think…best when I’m…doing something active, you know what I mean?”

“Oh. And hell no, I can’t think… Christ, that…feels great. Please don’t stop… Think about what?”

She halted. “Your plan to just waltz out of here and head for the hills sucks. After I’m done sucking, it’s your turn to follow my lead. Okay?”

Hmm, so good, but no answer from the guy with his mouth gaping. Just because she nibbled and lapped the length of him, he’d lost cognitive function? Nothing but a harsh rasp from his throat as her own became chock-full of lip-smacking cock. She released one of her hands from his base and reached for his balls. Rubbing them gently together like a pair of heavy pebbles, she ran her thumb over the tightening sac.

He shuddered, groaning quietly and grabbing at the sheet from both sides. She raised her head, forcing herself to let the treat plop from her mouth, her fingers back to tracing the hard line between his balls. “Hey, you haven’t answered me yet.”

“Oh.” He grunted. “Sorry. Of course I won’t come—”

“What?” she snapped. “You’d better come in my mouth. Every drop.”

“Sure. Hell, yes.” He swallowed hard. “Could you continue…er…right now?”

“Not that, you idiot. You’ll trust me when the door opens?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed again and he closed his eyes. “I’ll follow you anywhere. And I’m not just saying that because I’m frantic for any sort of ending.”

She parted her lips, took and took and took not even close to every inch, bobbing up and down. His eyelids fluttered. He stiffened, his balls so hard and drawn beneath her fingers she worried he’d explode. He did, jerking and partially pulling out so she didn’t drown. Warm cum filled her mouth, squirt after squirt, and leaked between her lips.

He collapsed, eyes still closed, and his lips curved into a soft smile as she licked him clean. She got every salty drop that’d escaped her mouth, tucked his satiated cock down and caressed up his chest for the hospital gown.

Those deep green eyes opened. He partially sat up and helped her cover him. “Sweetheart, what exactly did I promise, other than to spend the rest of my life not letting you out of my sight?” He tilted his head, watching her intently as she stepped back, fastening what buttons were left on her blouse.

She shrugged. “Not to argue. No making a big deal out of anything other than thinking of those ribs and how it feels knowing you’re the man that everyone wants to thank.”
And the hordes of women waiting to take you away from me, who wish to thank you with much more than smile.

“But I’m not the hero.”

She sighed and faced the door.
You are to me, and I wish I could keep you
. “Thomas?” she called out. “Come on in, you guys. He’s all better now and ready to walk out the front entrance.”

The door opened.

A tall, bronze-skinned woman—yet another damn suit—stood in the doorway. “We’ll see about that.” Her gaze held the dank, cold expression Jenna imagined a dead fish would wear. The woman entered alone, closed the door and looked to the bed. “Mister Dexter. Now that you’ve been pleasured, is anything wrong other than bruised ribs? Is this headache real?”

Heat rushed to Jenna’s face, and her knees wobbled as the woman took in her tousled hair and overly red lips while a harsh snort came from Sam.

“Cameras—or did you crack the door open?” he snapped. “Couldn’t let us have a brief window of privacy?” His legs twisted. He sat and his feet hit the floor.

“Hmm.” The woman pursed her lips. “Answering a question with another. Standard procedure when one expects not to be forthright, is it not?”

Sam’s scowl deepened. “No doubt. Here’s some truth. You’re all assholes. I want my clothes. We
are
leaving. Now.” He started to push to his feet, lines of exhaustion etched beneath his eyes.

“Wait a moment,” Jenna said. “Sit still.” She turned to the intimidating woman. “He’s just shattered. Needs a solid sleep.”

The woman nodded. “The head pain?”

“A means so we could discuss how best to get out of here,” Jenna said. “Who are you?”

“Chief Admiral of the United Governments, Doctor of Justice, Assistant CEO for World Forces and General Prosecutor for the North America Continent.”

Jenna crossed her arms over her chest, unable to hide the bright pink lace peeking from the lower part of her blouse. “You don’t have a name?”

“Either sir or ma’am will do.”

A large hand eased down to clasp her shoulder and she wilted. Sam stood beside her in the rumpled green gown reaching to his knees, looking much more dignified than her. Was this admiral about to have him escorted to an interrogation room in some secretive building, where he’d be wide open for corrupt officials to take a shot at? That’s how it’d play out for a guy who risked everything to expose plans to eliminate fertile humans that’d blossomed in the midst of so many authorities it was beyond pathetic?

“Skip the posturing, lady.” Sam squeezed Jenna’s shoulder. “I concede your gun’s bigger than ours.”

A flicker of annoyance went through the dark eyes of the woman blocking the door. “Olivia Keltz. Is what Miss Jensen said true, Mister Dexter? You lied concerning your health in order to plot how best to avoid further questioning on the role you played in this alleged conspiracy?”

“Yes.” Sam lowered his arm. He tugged at Jenna until she took his hand. “Any video shows up on the Net, I’ll make sure every person on this planet knows who the alleged voyeur is. Where are my clothes?”

Keltz didn’t blink. Not an eyelash flickered. “There is no video. My aide looked in and informed me and me alone. I made the executive decision to grant you a few more minutes. Moving on. Clothes belonging to you are not in this facility. The pilot uniform is evidence and clearly was stolen.”

“You’re here on behalf of the LC?” Sam bit out the question.

“The LC has been shut down pending investigation.” Keltz reached into the top pocket of her suit and flashed a badge. “I told you my credentials. As lead prosecutor for this area of the world, I take personal charge of high-profile suspects fit to be transported to a holding cell or more secure medical facilities.” The woman angled her arm to tap at her wrist phone. “And a holding area it shall be.”

Jenna gasped. “You’re arresting him? For what?”

“Assault and battery. Theft of identity and property to include a handgun that was found with incriminating fingerprints tossed beneath the ramp of the shuttle he severely damaged. Possession of a weapon of mass destruction found at his apartment. Perchance murder. It’s not clear who broke the neck of an LC employee found on the shuttle.”

Her heart pounding erratically, Jenna’s jaw dropped.

“Is that all?” Sam drawled in a dry voice.

“No. Brace yourself, young man.” The brief twitch of Keltz’s lips, a pathetic attempt at a smile, frightened Jenna more than anything else about her. “There’s a situation that has developed that some may deem worse than the mandatory death sentences for crimes already listed.” Keltz snorted. “Lose the scowl, son. If not for me, a different pair of eyes would have seen what I hear is a decently sized item. Although, in retrospect I’m sure that ship has sailed more than once.”

“What the f-f— What are you talking about?” Sam sputtered.

Keltz dipped her head. “Your wife, Mister Dexter, is lawyered up and pacing in the lobby of this building. Insists she be allowed to oversee your wellbeing and pending legal problems.”

“My wife?” Sam dropped Jenna’s hand. Blood drained from his face. “Balls. Seriously?”