Galactic Bride (2 page)

She still wouldn't look at him. But her cheeks were a nice rosy pink. "Do you have to be so crude?"

"I don't pretend things are different than they are. You look and taste delicious. I only need to know one more thing, how good you feel when I'm pumping my cock in you."

He still had his clothes on but didn't bother to undress. No time for that, if he was going to get inside her before he exploded. He just unzipped his fly and let his cock free.
 

He stroked his cock, enjoying the look on her face as she saw the size of him. Whoever, whatever she was, wherever she came from, she wasn't the whore he'd expected or she wouldn't be quite so impressed.

"Don't worry. I'll fit inside you. Eventually."

He spread her legs wide again. Spent a few moments stroking his cock up and down her folds, coating it in her juices. Then took the plum tip and pushed it just inside her hot core. Oh, yeah. She was going to be a tight fit.

He touched his head to her forehead. “You want it. Say it. You want it.”
 
Damn it, he’d better be careful. Or he’d start begging in a minute.

“You’re a big, dumb jerk with the manners of a Zanarian snake - “

He kissed her hard, pressing her lips open and thrusting his tongue inside and pumping it in and out. Until her tongue tangled with his and she started kissing him back. He pulled away from her, trying to get enough air into his lungs to speak. “Say it.”

She wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him back down. “Yes, I want it. I want you.”

That was all he needed. He didn’t stop to think why he needed to hear it so bad. He tunneled in her a bit at a time. She didn't say anything, just held onto him. He liked that. More than he expected.

Thrusting in and out, he varied his speed, slow and easy, hard and fast, trying to hit all the sweet spots along the way. When she came again, screaming, he held her down and let himself go, pounding again and again, sweat rolling down his back, his spine ready to crack and what seemed like gallons of cum pouring out of him.

When he finished, somehow he found the strength to pull out and drop to the side of her. One arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close. He was done for now but maybe he'd be up for another round later. Jase rubbed his face in her hair and took in the beautiful scent of satisfied woman. As he fell asleep he decided it was a good thing he didn't have a heart condition.

Danae lay staring at the ceiling, a light sweat drying on her body. The smell of sex and a well satisfied man lingered in the air. She really should get up and clean them both. But moving was not an option at the moment.
 

Jase fell asleep as soon as he finished, curled around her body like a big cat. One hand holding her breast, the other between her legs. She could give him a good hard shove or jab him in the ribs to wake him up. But she lay still with his body pressed against her. It felt good.
 

He said she wasn’t what he’d expected. Well, he wasn’t exactly what she’d expected either. She’d signed up figuring getting fucked by one asshole was better than the hundreds she’d see on a brothel ship in one full circuit. Didn’t make her less of a whore - just a selective one.

But in spite of his crude talking attitude, he made her come first. Her first lover never was that considerate. And he was a UXFP senator’s son, not a roughneck miner. Danae began to think she’d never understand men.

When he dropped her on the bed and ripped her clothes off, he tasted every inch of her until she came hard again. Only then did he spread her legs and thrust inside. He kept pumping and pumping, pinning her down with his whole body so she could barely move. He rubbed her clit and looked her straight on, daring her to try and hold out on him. He didn’t ask; he demanded. Everything. And she gave it to him.

Her body tried to buck against him as she broke screaming. But he let himself go over the edge, lunging even harder into her, pressing her deeper into the mattress, his cum pouring into her as he growled and swore. He could take anything he wanted from her. And make her crave it.

He should scare her. But he didn’t, no matter how rough he talked. She felt safe for the first time in months. With a stranger who just wanted to fuck her. Well, didn’t Elias just want to fuck? Jase was simply more honest about it. Elias gave her a lot of pretty words. And then almost got her killed.

She stroked her hands lightly down his back. Jase muttered a bit and rubbed his head against her chest. Don’t start thinking you like this guy, you little fool. Look at the mess trusting a man got you into. On the run. Maybe for the rest of your life - if you’re lucky. This is just a temporary stop. Temporary safety. And even if you could stay, he’ll probably get bored with you and want someone new. Sooner or later, you’ll need to move on.

But she wanted to stay.
 

The thought shocked her. She had no good reason for it. None at all.
 

But the feeling would not go away.

She wanted to stay.

A few tears slid down her face. I’m just so damn tired of running.

The expensive and highly illegal tracking system gave another loud beep. Ardel grinned. The system cost him a shit load of credits but worked like a dream. The little slut didn’t have a chance. He’d catch up with her soon.
 

He shifted in his pilot’s chair and reached for the readout screen. 2 parsecs away. Good. Once he’d figured out which supply ship carried her, tracking it’s flight path was easy.
 

The hard part was figuring out the way she took off planet. He didn’t think she’d have the brains or the connections for a false id. And her choice of the UFXP matchmaking service surprised him. “Danae” was much smarter than he first thought.
 

Pity she had to die. But the senator made it clear to Ardel. He couldn’t cover up his dead son’s stupidity and save his own career unless all the loose ends were silenced. Including his son’s insignificant girlfriend. Ardel’s job was to take care of Danae. So be it.
 

He’d get a lot of credits if he did it quick and quiet. And a grateful senator might throw other jobs at him later. Maybe enough to buy himself a new craft.

He pulled up the holo screen image of her again. She was a tasty little package. Maybe he’d take her alive and play with her a bit on the way home. As long as he dumped her body before he landed, he didn’t think the senator would mind.

The only question in his mind - the space miner. He’d probably have to take care of him too. If he timed it right he could make it look like some pirate had swooped in and carried off the goods. No damn UFXP pilot would be able to track him. Ardel was the best.

He took another look at her image. Then pulled out his cock and started stroking himself. Oh, I’ve got plans for you. Just you wait, girl. Just you wait.

When morning came, Jase was ready for a massive breakfast. He'd taken her two more times in the night and his cock still begged for another round.
 

But daytime was for work. He'd never get off this rock if he spent all his time humping. Maybe he should send the UFXP a thank you note.
 

Dear Sir/Madam,

Thank you for the best fuck I've ever had.

Yours truly,
 

Jase

He laughed. He shoved a few food boxes in the Cooker. The timer went off just as she wandered into the kitchen. She'd found a shirt of his. It hung down to her knees. Bruised lips, mussed hair, hell she looked damn good. A man should always wake up to a sight like that.

Jase cleared this throat. "I got some food ready. Plates are in the cabinet behind you." Please don't let her be the perky, chatty, morning type.

She nodded and got out the dishes. Food on the table, they both sat and dug in. She took about one bite for every three of his but as long as she ate he figured it was good. He'd heard girls ate less anyways.
 

For several minutes he relaxed and enjoyed the whole set up. Halfway decent food, steady veins in the mine, a good night's sleep, lots of great sex and more to come. He'd never had so much. Hell, he should have ordered the matchmaking service months ago.

Of course, this one wouldn't stay. Little Princess didn't expect to end up with a roughneck like him. Still he had her for the month. Don't spoil things now thinking about later.

She finally cleared her throat. "Why are you here?"

"What?"

"Why are you here mining by yourself?"

He shrugged. "Well, with the droids and the equipment, you don't need more than one person to run things. UFXP fronts the equipment and all the supplies and you pay them back out of your share of the profits on the crystals. The split on the crystals is sixty - forty. So it takes a while to pay off all the loans. But if you can stick it out seven years, you'll end up filthy rich. Enough to buy an estate on any planet you want, make investments, whatever."

"Do most miners stick it out the full seven years?"

"No, most don't. Can't take the isolation, I guess. I figure I'll make it. I'm used to being on my own."

He looked her over as she tugged on a loose curl.

"That's why the UFXP started up this match-making deal. Too many miners were quitting. What I’ve heard through the spacenet chatter, most all the women who've signed up are whores looking to 'retire'."

He took the curl she'd been playing with and wrapped around his own finger.

"You're no whore."

"No." Danae didn't look at him. Just ran her tongue over her bruised lips.
 

His chuckle rumbled out of his chest. "You're the first woman I've ever had who wasn't. So why are YOU here?"

She ducked her head down. "It's complicated."

"I'll bet. You on the run?"

She didn't answer, just hunched her shoulders.

"I'll take that as a yes. Well, this is a good place to hide, as long as you weren't dumb enough to use your real id."

"I got some fake id. It took all the money I had. The only way I could get off planet in a hurry was to either sign up for a brothel ship or with the match-makers."

"You made a good choice. You wouldn't have lasted a week on a brothel ship. Don't worry, you can always get on the supply ship when it comes around next month. Tell them you'd like to try someone else. With your looks, they'll probably send you to half a dozen men before they give up on you. That'll give you time for your trail to cool off - and to think of something else."
 

He noticed she didn't argue with him about leaving. Well he already knew she'd go. Jase stood and give himself a good stretch. "I'm off."

"Do you want me to help?"

"Hell no, you'd just get hurt." It suddenly dawned on him he had no idea how she could pass the time while he was working.

"Look, you can play around on the computer all you like, as long as you don't break the damn thing. There's nothing outside but dirt and rocks. So if you want to take a walk it's safe enough. But take some water and a locater so you don't get lost."

He tossed a spare locater on the table. "Here you go. I'll be back when it gets dark. Make sure you're back inside by then." Jase headed for the door.

"You didn't ask why I'm running."

"I figure maybe you did some minor shit and pissed off someone important. Or maybe somebody framed you for something big. I do know you didn't kill anybody. So it don't make no difference to me."

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to help?"

He turned again and grinned at her. "You just spread those legs when I come through the door."

He left in a hurry. Damn it, one more second and he'd a been screwing her all day long and to hell with working. That wouldn't do. Sex could not become his number one pastime or he'd never get off this rock.

Damn it to hell. One night together and he’s already talking about me leaving next month. What am I supposed to do now?

She gathered up the breakfast dishes, put them in the sonic washer, then gazed around the room for inspiration. The computer, right. Better check and see how hot her trail is.

It surprised her a little that Jase had the latest model considering they were in the middle of nowhere. She giggled. His decor was definitely New Cave Man - no rugs, curtains or cushions. Ah, priorities. Well, she shouldn’t complain. In this case, he did her a favor.

She pulled up the news centered on her home planet. No. No hint that they knew the name of the Elias’s mistress - or that she was there the night he died “resisting arrest”. She wondered how much of the real story would ever be revealed. So far the news reports only suggested bribes and embezzlement. Not treason. She hadn’t known of Elias’ crazy plans until it was too late. But the investigators might still blame her too. If they ever found her. She sighed.

When would she ever know she was safe?

Focus bitch. Take a deep breath and focus. She looked around the room. Well, if she decided she wanted to stay on, she needed to find something to do. Something that might make Jase happy for her to stay.
 
Sex would not be enough in the long run. For either of them.

Digging around she found an epad in his desk and started making notes. She could plan a redesign of the place, make it a little less ‘rustic’. And she’d make sure to keep the order to a manageable size, so Jase and the supply drop pilots didn’t whine about shipping weight.

First she’d work with what she could find already here.

Jase spent the day drilling, opening up a new vein. He hit pay dirt late afternoon with a double handful of crystals. Each one big enough to power a ship for months. A good day's work, in spite of the fact his cock kept reminding him of what he had waiting a dozen times an hour. He quickly stowed everything and headed back to the house.

The first thing that hit him when he opened the door was the smell. Something cooking. Real food? No, he didn't waste credits on anything fresh. She must have broken open a few boxes and messed with it. But it smelled good.

A fresh white cloth covered the table with dishes and utensils arranged neatly. She'd found a glow rock outside. If you rapped it against something hard, it would glow softly for hours. A nice substitute, he guessed, if you didn't have candles or flowers.