New Species 02 Slade (45 page)

slowed moving her over him as he growled viciously.

He jerked before his body stilled.

“Sorry,” he growled.

Crap. Trisha nodded, sexually frustrated, as Slade

suddenly moved his legs and forced her thighs open

wider. Her body ached with the need to climax but she

tried to ignore it until she watched Slade grab the baby

lotion again. He poured it on his fingers a second time

before they dipped under the water. Trisha moaned

when he teased her clit.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he ordered softly. “I am still

really swollen.”

She didn’t care. The pleasure became too

overpowering from what his fingers were doing to her as

he played with her swollen bud, rubbing circles and

coaxing moans from her. Slade moved inside her gently,

not withdrawing far, and just fucked her deep. The

pressure she experienced from his swelling and the

feeling of his fingers manipulating her sex had her

shouting his name when she threw her head back against

him. Sheer rapture tore through her as the climax

gripped her. Slade growled.

“Forget me hurting you.” He gripped her hips,

holding her very still. “You’re killing me, sweet thing.

God, you clamp around me so hard it hurts. That will

teach me to let you come first.”

“Sorry.” She didn’t mean it in the least.

He chuckled. “It’s a good way to go.” His lips

brushed her neck. “Relax, Doc.”

She elbowed him. “You’re inside. What’s the rule?”

“Ouch. Sorry, Trisha.”

“Stop calling me Doc.”

“But it’s what you are.”

Trisha turned enough to see his face and clenched

her muscles. Slade winced.

“I give. I’ll stop calling you Doc. You’re squeezing

me to death. Swelling, remember?”

She smiled and relaxed against Slade. “Now you get

to hold me. I really love that whole swelling thing.”

“So did I until you nearly squeezed me to death.”

Trisha grinned and reached for the washcloth. “I’ll

make it up to you.”

* * * * *

she grinned back. Brass sighed loudly.

“Is this how it’s going to be until that baby arrives?

You two will make me lose this fine turkey sandwich

dinner. I know you keep rubbing her thigh under the

table, Slade.”

Trisha turned her gaze on Brass. “It is a great

sandwich. Thank you for making them. I love the bacon

you added.”

“Yes,” Slade chuckled. “We’re going to be having

lots of sex until and after the baby arrives. I love to touch

her and I plan on doing it often.”

The phone rang. Slade winked at Trisha and rose to

retrieve the phone. He turned his back to the table,

talking quietly.

“Are you feeling better now? No more sickness?”

Brass gave her a concerned stare.

“I’m good.” She took a bite of her sandwich. “I

mostly feel sick in the afternoons.”

“I thought it was morning sickness.”

She shrugged. “Tell it to the baby.”

Brass laughed. “It won’t listen.”

“Exactly my point.”

Slade hung up and sighed as he returned to the table.

Trisha’s smile died at the irritated expression he wore.

“What is it?”

Slade sat. “There are just more problems to deal

with. I can’t wait until we can close Reservation to

workmen and actually secure it.”

“More troubles?” Brass stopped eating. “Something

else has happened?”

“You could say that.” Slade stood again and left the

dining room to enter the kitchen. Seconds later he

returned with a soda. He popped the top and took a sip

as he retook his seat. “The three attackers who survived

yesterday are claiming to be part of a new branch of a

human hate group who’ve sworn to make us sell the

land and leave the area. They are boasting that yesterday

just marked the beginning of the trouble we will endure

if we stay. We still have a lot of construction to finish and

we need the workers to complete it. Any of them could

be members of this new group.”

“Was their intent yesterday to kill a few of us or did

they have bigger plans than attacking the cabin?” Brass

growled the words.

“Their objective, according to one of them, was to

destroy any remote structures and kill any of our kind

they came across. They knew they’d be attacked if they

targeted the bigger structures such as the hotel with all of

our security in place. We know they succeeded with the

cabin. One of the human males knew the old woman

who used to live in Valiant’s house. I guess since Valiant

never removed all the woman’s belongs, when they

reached the second floor, he decided the woman must

still live there and they left. Otherwise they were going

to torch the place. They were stopped before they could

find more homes to attack.”

“That Victorian is such a beautiful house.” Trisha

shook her head. “What jerks.”

“I’m more pissed about their attack on you.” Slade

looked grim. “They could have killed you. Every hour I

had some of our men do a head check on the humans but

now we have to do it every half hour. They had over

twenty minutes to cause trouble before we noticed they

were gone. I’m also going to have to put tracking

systems on all vehicles that enter Reservation and have

them monitored. They smuggled guns past our security,

which alarms me too. We see a lot of vehicles coming in

with building supplies and tools. That’s going to slow

things down since we have to check every inch of

anything coming through the gates now. Our people are

already exhausted.”

“Tell Justice you need more men.” It sounded simple

enough to Trisha.

“We’re stretched thin already.” Slade leaned back in

his chair. “He’s put as many men here as he can without

weakening the defenses at Homeland. We’re already

using double the manpower that we’ll actually need

when we’re up and running because we have to monitor

so many humans.”

Trisha held out her hand and waved it to get their

attention. “Uh, what about the women?”

“The women?” Slade stared at her with a frown.

“What about them?”

“There are at least three dozen New Species females

that I know about at Homeland. Why don’t you bring

them here?”

Slade shook his head. “They are to be protected. Our

females are few.”

She frowned at him. “Did anyone ask them what they

wanted? Have you seen some of your women? I think

they are more than capable of handling the job of

counting some humans and doing some of the security

work. I saw cameras so I assume you have a monitoring

room? How many of your men have to do that? Put the

women there if you don’t want them manning the gates

or having direct contact with the construction workers.”

“It’s a good idea,” Brass stated.

Slade hesitated. “It’s a great idea.” He smiled at her.

“Let me see if Justice is agreeable to it and if the women

would be interested in helping out here.”

“What about housing?” Brass stared at Slade.

“Where would we put them?”

“The top floor of the hotel has been finished. There

are ten suites up there with two sleeping rooms in each

of them so that’s about twenty bedrooms.”

“Would it be safe?” Trisha remembered that Brass

hadn’t wanted to put her there when Slade had

suggested it.

“I don’t see why not. Those men didn’t attack it

before due to how many people are present and how

tight security is around the larger structures with the

ongoing construction.” Slade paused. “There isn’t any

other option.”

“I don’t know,” Brass hedged. “Setting fire to the

hotel would be a good way to do it if the humans want to

cause trouble. It’s the biggest structure at Reservation. I

would worry our females could be trapped in a fire if we

put all of them on the top floor.”

“You’re right.” Slade agreed. “It was a good idea but

we just can’t house them, Trisha. We can’t put them in

harm’s way if there is even a risk of danger. As much as I

need the help, I can’t exactly ask them to room with the

men.”

“You could bring in a few motor homes.” Trisha

shrugged. “Women don’t mind sharing with each other

usually and you’ll have them working in shifts, right?

Maybe park them inside the wild zone and ask Valiant

and the others keep an eye on them. Just scrap the

rebuilding of the cabin. That way none of the

construction workers have any reason to be out there.”

Slade smiled at her. “Do you want my job? You seem

to be better at it than I am. I never would have thought of

asking our women to help out.”

“She’s a doctor,” Brass chuckled. “She’s much

smarter than we are.”

“I don’t know.” Slade grinned at Brass. “She couldn’t

tell an asshole from―”

“Shut up,” Trisha laughed, cutting him off, and

kicked him under the table. “I know the difference.”

Both men smiled at her while Trisha shook her head

at them. “Don’t you have some calls to make, Slade? You

should ask Justice before he goes to bed and give him

time to talk to the women before they are snoozing too.

The faster a decision gets made, the faster you could

have extra help here.” She flashed him a grin.

Trisha looked at the other man. “And you, Brass.

There’s laundry that needs to be done. You said you

wanted to do it all so I didn’t have to. Hop to! It’s not

going to get done by itself.”

“I said I’d clean. I never said anything about

laundry.” Brass stood. “I hate sorting and folding

clothes.” He groaned. “But I’ll do it so you don’t.”

“I’m going to go lie down. Good night!”

“She’s so bossy.” Brass chuckled.

“I know but she’s got a great ass.” Slade chuckled

too. “When she yells at me and gets demanding, she

always storms away after. I watch her ass as she leaves

and I just can’t seem to care anymore that she’s

domineering.”

Trisha stopped on the stairs and laughed. She shook

her head and retreated to the bedroom.

Trisha tried to hide her horrified and stunned

reaction. She kept a forced smile firmly on her mouth

until the muscles in her cheeks ached. Brass’ highly

amused expression was obvious but he didn’t chuckle.

Slade didn’t show any restraint when he bent over, held

his stomach, and laughed until tears dampened the

corners of his eyes.

Valiant growled. “Why is he so amused?”

“I have no idea,” Trisha lied. “I think sometimes he’s

socially challenged.”

Slade stopped laughing instantly as his gaze flashed

to hers and narrowed dangerously. He sent her a look

that promised he’d get even with her soon. Trisha

glanced away with a grin, hoping he’d attempt to lick her

to death, but her amusement died quickly as she caught

sight of the table again.

She tried not to gawk at the big hunk of raw meat

wrapped inside plastic that Valiant had just placed in the

dining room. She wasn’t sure what it was but it looked

big enough to be a body. God, I hope it’s an animal.

“That was so kind of you to bring us… so much. It

will last us a good week.” Or a month, she added silently.

She forced her attention away from the wrapped meat

and smiled wider at Valiant. “What is the occasion?”

“Slade informed me that you were the one who

thought up asking our women to come here. Twenty of

them arrived yesterday. I have seen some of them from

afar and am very pleased with the selections. I asked you

to find me one female but you brought many for me to

meet. I wanted to say thank you. I knew it would be bad

form to just bring the entire carcass so I skinned and

gutted it for you. I even removed the limbs and head.”

He motioned to the large thing on the table. “I wrapped

it to prevent blood from dripping on your carpet.”

“That was so very kind,” Trisha got out, trying hard

to be polite, despite her shock. She stepped closer to him

but then stopped. “May I have a hug to say thank you?”

He frowned. “Why would you want to hug me? You

just said thank you.”

“It’s a human thing.” Brass grinned. “They seem to

hug each other. Just deal, Valiant. She harasses me if I