Mercenary Abduction (Alien Abduction) (10 page)

“We both know that octopus-armed alien didn’t earn that money. And I never said I had honor or

integrity. I was just questioning yours. Or lack of, more specifically.” She smiled.

He didn’t get mad. He smiled back, way too pleased. “You do have a way of stroking a male’s

ego.”

How did he keep doing that? Twisting her insults into compliments? How could she piss him off if

he didn’t react as expected? She tried to veer the topic back onto safer, more annoying ground. “So, your cousin called and asked for a nanny, and like a good boy, you fetched one. What’s in it for me? Or were you all expecting me to do this for free? A girl needs things to survive.”

“I have no idea, but I would assume you’ll be well treated.”

“Assume? Geez. Don’t ever get a job as a recruiter because you suck. Do you know anything other

than the fact I’m needed to help take care of a screaming brat?”

“No.”

It was her turn to sigh. “You know, I’m going to quit or escape as soon as I can.”

“Not my problem.”

“Fine. Now, if we’re done. I should go find Ifruum. I wouldn’t want him to worry.”

“Worry about what? He knows I won’t hurt you, or kill you, though the universe knows I’d like to

throttle your pale neck.”

“You’re not the only one thinking of throttling,” she muttered. She couldn’t help her gaze dropping

to a spot below his waist, and damn if he didn’t catch her. His knowing eyes fairly dared her to do it. To put her hands on him and…

“How long is this trip going to take?” she snapped.

“Long enough,” was his reply as he tapped a spot on the wall and a door slid open.

She didn’t ask long enough for what. She stomped away from him back up the hall –and cursed her

disappointment when he didn’t grab her and yank her close for a kiss. He’d abducted her. Shouldn’t he have gotten to the ravishment part by now? Or was there a mercenary rule in that book of his against

banging his cousin’s new nanny?

“A fucking nanny!” She huffed the word as she flounced into the command room where Ifruum,

feet propped on the console, snored. “Wake up. We need to talk, traitor.”

One brown orb peered at her from under bushy brows. “I was sleeping.”

“You’re supposed to be on watch.”

“The ship will beep if something shows up on radar.”

She drummed her fingers on the armrest of the chair she flopped in. “He’s an overbearing jerk.”

“I take it your talk with our new friend went well.”

“That man is not my friend. Or yours, for that matter. I can’t believe you didn’t stick up for me

there.”

“Even amongst thieves, we need some measure of trust. So what if he expects you to play nanny

for a little while? It might be a nice change. Think of it as practice for later in life.”

Have kids? She shuddered. No, thank you. The actions of her mother made it clear that having

brats wasn’t worth it. “I don’t need practice because I am never having kids. They’re too much work.”

“Perhaps you’ll change your mind if you meet the right person.”

“Doubtful. And I didn’t come to find you to talk about babies, but to find out what the plan is.”

“Plan? What plan? You have a job for the next little bit.”

She shot him a dirty look to go with her middle finger salute.

He laughed. “Okay. You know me too well. I have perhaps planned for a little something here and

there, small side jobs, noting to interfere with you keeping your word to a certain purple dictator.”

“Oh, he’s a dick alright.”

“Get some sleep. Relax. Take a shower. Everything will look better once you feel refreshed.”

Easier said than done. While she did find a room with a small kitchen, and a bathroom for some

simple cleansing, the only other rooms she located either housed ship utilities or crates, piles and piles of crates. Of all the spaces she explored, not one of them had a cot or even a couch to sleep on. A ship this luxurious had to have something more, a lounge area, crew’s quarters? She just couldn’t find it.

It didn’t occur to her to just bunk down on a floor, soft carpeting or not. Nope, not happening, not

when she knew where she’d seen a bed. A comfy-looking bed. She’d just kick a certain someone out of it.

Or at least that was the excuse she gave herself that let her march with purpose to the room where she’d left Makl.

She didn’t bother knocking or announcing herself, just strode in and then stopped. Gaped. Drooled

a little. Possibly wet her pants. The reason? Lots of purple skin.

Fresh from a cleansing, Makl stood, naked and unashamed. Muscled, oh-so deliciously muscled

and in a way even a human could appreciate – and she did – a ring pierced his left pectoral, begging for a tug. She couldn’t help looking lower, at his cock, long and thick, growing as she stared… Begging her to touch. Lick. Ride.

Yeah, she wanted a piece of him. No use denying it, not when her mouth just about watered and

she had to clench her fists tight lest she give in to the temptation to reach over and touch. Take. Fuck.

His lip quirked. “Human, you arrived just in time. Get naked.”

“I did not come here for sex.” Well, her mouth did manage to say it even if her body denied it –

rather vehemently.

“Sex?” He arched a brow. “I would have thought you’d want to shower yourself first unless you

are satisfied with the meager cleansing station services found off the kitchen.”

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “You know I want to get clean. I take it you have the only full

body cleansing unit on board stashed in your room.”

“Through yonder opening. I’m afraid the second lavatory unit is currently inaccessible due to

cargo.”

“And what’s the price of the shower?”

“None. Unless you think you should give me something. I am not against the whole sex thing you

keep mentioning.”

“I do not keep mentioning it. But we do need to talk about a bed. More specifically, my bed.”

Screw Ifruum who seemed capable of sleeping anywhere, upright, or even, if needed, upside down.

“Ah, yes, about the accommodations.”

“Isn’t there a second bedroom? I couldn’t find it.”

“Oh, I dare say you did, but I kind of stripped it to make room for cargo.”

Damned pirate and his booty. “Well, that is going to suck for you.”

“I’m sure I’ll survive sharing my sleeping area. It is big, as you noticed.” He winked.

She kept her eyes trained on his face and managed to not peek lower than his dimpled chin. “Yeah,

that won’t work. So, why don’t you grab your things while I bathe? Since this is your ship, I am sure you know it well enough to find yourself a nice, comfy spot. As the only girl aboard, I declare the bed as mine.” Decree made, she turned on her heel and flounced away, right into the bathroom, which held hints of moist steam.

No way. Real water? She slapped at the controls to shut and lock the door. Off came her clothes in

record time and she stepped into the cubicle made to look like smooth river run rock. A moment of

fiddling and the unit came on. A warm sprinkle of liquid hit her upturned face, probably not one hundred percent water, but close enough to make her close her eyes and sigh. Oh, sweet decadence.

Living in space and crowded cities had meant adapting to conservation methods still only

discussed back on earth when she was abducted. Water in space was scarce, as in wars had been fought

over who owned a pond-sized area of it. Planets with lots of it were wealthy. Those with none paid

dearly for it.

Earth, for some reason she’d never understood, enjoyed some kind of protected status. Who

enacted it or enforced it, nobody seemed to know, but other than a few small time crooks and smugglers, no one bothered with her old home and its abundant oceans.

Thinking of earth…It wasn’t a place she missed much. She’d not exactly lived a perfect life there,

but certain things – like showers, for instance…snow, and Snickers bars – were things you never forgot.

God, she missed chocolate. Who would have thought a treat so abundant in her old life would prove so

scarce in space?

She doused her head as she lamented the loss of gooey goodness and never heard him approach.

When he talked, she yelped and opened streaming eyes to see him watching her.

“I thought you might like a more feminine soap.” Leaning against the wall by the edge of the

opaque opening, stark naked still, Makl held out the round, white bar, a half-smirk on his lips.

“I locked the door.”

“A bathroom latch? Pfft. Give me some credit.”

She reached out to grab the white glob, pretending it didn’t affect her to have him this close. But it did affect her. All that skin and muscle… So tempting. Did the man not own clothes? Then again, it

seemed a crime to cover such perfection. Unbidden, her eyes strayed lower to see him fully erect, his penis standing at attention, long, thick – and balls-free.

Dear God – who didn’t exist in any galaxy she visited, no matter what Murphy’s petitions stated –

she’d not believed it, but he truly didn’t have a sac. Or a belly button. That, more than his skin color, and teeth, made her realize the difference between them.

“How can you look so human, yet not?” she muttered. However, his strangeness didn’t take away

from his attractiveness. She didn’t think anything could. Or so her body informed her. She was unable to stop the peaking of her nipples as she stared in fascination at his bobbing cock. Her hands rubbed slow circles on her skin. The soap lathered up nicely, making her flesh slick, which didn’t help the fact she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the dick that kept rising, and thickening.

“He didn’t pay enough,” he growled.

“Excuse me?” She didn’t even pretend to understand. How could she when her hand reached

between her legs, to soap herself, of course. Audience be damned. Or enjoyed.

“You are a tease.”

“Who, me?” she said with a catch in her voice, rubbing her fingers across her sex with a shudder.

His eyes, hooded with a smoldering glow, stayed trained on her face. Point for him. “Do you see

another human intent on driving me insane?”

“Then do something about it.” She understood her challenge for what it was. Permission to

seduce. Why the hell not? She wanted him. He wanted her. The sooner they got it out of their systems, the quicker he’d want to ditch her. And she could ignore him. Win. Win.

However, he didn’t move, just watched. She squirmed. Her hands slowed, but didn’t stop the

sensual caress of her body. She flicked a glance to his cock to see it straining up, tempting her. Practically begging for her touch. For her body…

She turned from him and lifted her face to the spray. She put him from her mind. If he wanted to

watch, let him. Oh God, let him watch as she cupped her breasts, lifting them into the spray, the hard, pointed tips perfect for a mouth to suck on. Sliding her hands downward, she stroked over her lean hips to the juncture of her thighs. Between them she delved, fingers finding her clit, stroking, rubbing. Enjoying herself, knowing he watched, stared, and didn’t touch ignited and frustrated her.

I won’t beg.
No. She wouldn’t. She—

Behind her, he suddenly appeared, hot and hard, pressed against her back, his hand covering hers

between her legs. His lips found the lobe of her ear as he took over the caress of her pussy, his sure fingers stroking her nub. She cried out, arching into him, and he groaned, an arm wrapping around her waist, the strength of him all around her. And yet, he didn’t frighten her. Overwhelmed her senses, though?

Totally.

She found her cheek pressed against the smooth stone wall of the shower. The fluid still rushed

warmly from the nozzles, but with his body pressed so tightly against hers, she didn’t get wet, unless the spot between her thighs counted.

His cock, trapped between her legs, rubbed deliciously against the lips of her sex. And still his

finger did slow circles on her clit. Fuck. She panted. She wiggled. But he didn’t give her what she

wanted. What they both needed.

“Why won’t you ask for it?” he finally murmured in her ear as his tongue traced the shell.

She shivered. “You first.”

“Ah, but I can go on for units like this. I’ve imagined this moment so many times. I want to savor

it,” he whispered. He thrust his hips against her, quick jerks that rubbed teasingly. Fingers twisted suddenly at her aching nipple. She cried out, flattening her palms against the wall. Let him torture. She wouldn’t cave first, but she would come if he kept it up.

He must have sensed it. He stopped his pleasurable friction on her clit. She could have cried when

he took his hand away. She throbbed fiercely. Around her body, he wrapped his own, thigh to thigh, her back to his chest, his hands over her tits. His lips latched to her neck. Dammit, a shudder rocked her. Then another. She needed him inside her so bad. Her body clenched in need, demanded she say the words.

Just when she thought she’d have to give in, he growled long and loud. “I cannot wait any longer.”

Back he yanked her hips, angling her lower body as he kicked apart her feet. She had just enough time to brace herself when he thrust into her.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Not the most eloquent or ladylike of epithets, but the most apt for the occasion.

Never before did sex, or a cock for that matter, feel just right. Filling her up, stretching her, and doing delightful things as it weaved in and out. Her fingertips curled and scratched at the wall as her climax built and built, exploding in a wave that left her yelling, “Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes!” And still he thrust, drawing out her bliss.

As for her second foray into pleasure?
What do you know, there is a heaven
.

*

Any other time, Makl might have taken a moment to gloat in his mastery of a female, but for the