Taming the Wildcat (Sargosian Chronicles) (3 page)

“Oh god, Roz, yes…do it again.”

She braced her free hand on the desk, knocking a stack of files to the floor as he drove deep into her core. She rolled her hips, adding a little twist. He gasped as the muscles in her pussy clenched down on his cock, shooting fire through his veins.

She was going to kill him with the things she said, and the way she moved her glorious body against his. He slid into her again, marveling at the way she writhed beneath him in ecstasy.

Holding onto the edge of the desk, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, going harder and deeper. The desk protested as the feet scraped against the deck plating; but it was sturdy and it would hold them. He broke eye contact for a few moments to look down. Her firm breasts bounced underneath the silky purple fabric with each hard thrust.

Leaning down, he planted kisses on the inviting swells of flesh. His gaze continued its downward journey. The skirt of the dress had bunched up higher where he held her leg wrapped around his hip.

Breathing in hard pants, he watched his cock move in and out of the hot, tight sheath of her pussy. The wet noises of his movements were accompanied by the sound of his hips smacking against her body. Seeing his body joined with hers in such a sensually, raw way was a massive turn-on. Incredibly, he swelled even larger.

Lifting his gaze back to hers, he saw her watching their bodies join as well. The sight of her seeing him claim her body in the most primal act between a man and a woman hit him like a punch to the gut—strong and unexpected.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he struggled to hold onto control. So close, a stroke or two more at most. He refused to take his pleasure before he had seen to hers. Driving into her as hard and deeply as he could, he held his hips still. Clenching his jaw tight almost to the point of pain, he concentrated on not coming. His entire body shook. A whisper of sound, and he felt her shift beneath him on the desk.

A warm, soft hand caressed his cheek. Opening his eyes, he stared down into her darkened eyes. Her other hand came up, so his face was framed between her palms. Trapped by her soft gaze, he felt as if she could see into his soul. She didn’t shy away. She didn’t know him, but still, she looked at him as if he could do no wrong. Complete and utter acceptance.

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Spread out on the top of the desk like some pagan sacrifice, her hair a golden halo around her head. She took his breath away without even trying.

Lifting up, she kissed him gently. The words she whispered against his lips shot straight to his heart. “Stay with me, Angel…I’m right here.”

Her next kiss was urgent and full of desire, need and urgency filling it. “Don’t stop, Roz…not yet.”

Capturing her lips, his kiss went from gentle to ravaging in the span of a heartbeat, the fire of his passion unleashed with a vengeance. Gathering her close, he cradled her in his arms, holding her tight as he kissed her deeply until they were both breathless.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t stop. I won’t let you fall,” he promised against her lips as he gathered her tightly against him. Holding her gaze, he pulled back and surged into her again. So deeply, it felt as if there was no separation between them, as though they’d merged into one being.

He pulled her from the desk, her slight weight in his embrace as he drove into her again and again. His every movement a declaration as he claimed her with his body.

Hers tightened around him until he thought he’d explode as the first tremors of her climax hit. Deep inside her, he felt every spasm as her pussy clenched down hard on his engorged cock, rhythmically milking. A burning flood of liquid heat surrounded him as she came. As her pussy rolled with pleasure, she leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder, her scream muffled against his sweat-slicked skin.

The climax he had held off came screaming back as his balls tightened to the point of pain. He thrust again, once. A final deep thrust. His hot seed flooded her womb with such intensity his vision swam hazily.

Caught in the throes of the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, his hoarse cry joined hers. Her arms and legs wrapped around him with surprising strength, but no tighter than his around her as he crushed her to him.

Locked in their embrace, he felt every tremor as they rocked her slender frame. He nuzzled her damp hair as she tried to catch her breath. Her fingers slid over the muscles in his back, lightly tracing the ridges and dips in slow, languorous movements.

Blinking, he cleared his vision and gazed at the beauty in his arms. Her head thrown back, her hair tumbled over her shoulders so the tips brushed his arm. Her lips were bruised, swollen from his kisses, the tender skin of her throat abraded from the rasp of stubble across his jaw. The sight sent a surge of pride and possessiveness through him as he pulled out of her gently. Gathering her in his arms he headed for the bed. She was his, all his.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen galley, Summer put a pan on the burner and turned it on. Since most of the men were still sleeping, she tried to be quiet. Using the food synthesizer, she searched the menu until she found her favorite breakfast staples. Bacon and eggs. Everything on the universal database could be synthesized in a matter of seconds, no matter what planet it came from. A smile on her lips, she gathered the eggs and bacon. The low rumble of her stomach reminding her she hadn’t eaten since…she didn’t know when. No wonder she was starving. Her smile grew wider. After last night, no doubt Roz would be as well. When he finally woke up.

He’d been sprawled on his back, lying across the length of the bunk, when she’d finally given in and snuck out to find food. The bed seemed too small for his long frame, but somehow, he’d managed to fit. She suspected he was the kind of person who could get comfortable anywhere. Like a cat. In sleep, his face was smooth and peaceful. He looked younger, as if whatever burdens he carried on his broad shoulders were lifted away.

After whisking the eggs in a bowl briskly, she paused to get the bacon. A whirlwind of motion, she hummed under her breath as she cooked. Pouring the eggs into one pan and dropping several slices of bacon into the other, she listened to the welcoming pop and sizzle as they hit the hot metal.

She glanced down and chuckled. She hadn’t wanted to put her dress back on, so she had grabbed what was available—Roz’s clothes from the night before. She had to cinch the belt tight to keep the pants from falling down and had rolled up the pant legs. Roz was broad across the chest, but his t-shirt still pulled snug across her breasts. Wildcats do it better. She could attest to that.

Her stomach rumbled as the aroma of scrambled eggs and bacon filled the air. Reaching to grab a pair of plates out of the cabinet, she jumped slightly when she turned. Several large, heavily tattooed men stood silently on the other side of the counter.

“Um, hello.” She offered a smile as she laid the plates out. “Nice morning, isn’t it?”

Several pairs of eyes followed her movements as she transferred the food from the pan. She had to admit, as she snuck a look from under her lashes, they were all amazingly put together. Like Roz, his men were well-built with the sort of hard musculature that screamed it had been built someplace other than a gym.

The tallest of them, a dark-haired warrior standing at the front of the group, spoke up first. “What’re you making?”

Smiling at him, she answered in a friendly tone of voice. “I’m making breakfast for Roz. Bacon and scrambled eggs.”

The way they looked at the fluffy yellow piles of eggs on the plates made it clear to her they didn’t have a clue what they were. She had heard Roz say a few names last night when they first came aboard, but she hadn’t looked at anyone long enough to put names to faces.

“Scrambled eggs?” The dark, good-looking one asked with a raised eyebrow as he pushed at one of the plates with a strong finger.

Nodding, she busied herself, looking for eating utensils in the drawers. “Yeah, you know…eggs? They come from chickens?”

Frowning, she realized chickens were indigenous to her own planet. Perhaps they had something similar on theirs, but she still looked up when he asked what a chicken was.

“It’s a smallish bird about so big.” She held her hands up to show the average size of a hen. “And it lays eggs. You can eat the chicken, or you can eat the eggs they lay. They’re a good source of protein,” she finished saying as she found a pair of forks.

“What do you mean they ‘lay’ eggs?”

Summer gave him the briefest, easiest explanation and stayed away from the whole “egg coming before the chicken” debate. It wasn’t important.

“They come from
where?
”

The look of disgust on the faces around her was so complete she couldn’t help it and laughed.

“That isn’t exactly where the egg comes out, but still…”

She was still laughing as she took a fork and stabbed a fluffy bit of egg. Popping it into her mouth, she smiled and tried not to laugh at the looks of horror she was getting.

“Why don’t you try a bite, they’re really good.”

There were grimaces of disgust, but most of them kept their attention on the plates. Hell, anyone would think they’d never seen anyone cook before.

“Here,” she held out a fork loaded with egg to the dark-haired warrior, “you try them…”

She trailed off curiously, an eyebrow quirked, to prompt him to supply his name.

“Jei.” He took the fork and sniffed at the fluffy egg suspiciously.

“Smells good,” he informed the men crowded around him before he popped it in his mouth. Then moaned in pure bliss.

“Oh wow.” He opened his eyes and looked at the plate possessively. “Are there more women like you where you come from?”

Tilting her head, she smirked playfully. “Nope. I’m the only one. One of a kind.” His face fell with disappointment and she felt silly for saying something so ridiculous. “I’m kidding.” Leaning across the counter, she shoved Jei lightly. “Yes, there are lots of women like me where I come from. Well, at least ones that can cook just as good as I do.”

She felt bad for having cooked just enough for only herself and Roz. Especially with the way the men stared at the plates of steaming food. There were only five. She could whip up more food for them in no time and two fresh plates for herself and her lover before he woke. At least she hoped so.

“I can make more if you’d like some breakfast too?”

The noise level in the small room reached ear-splitting proportions. The silent men around her became a group of kids as they squabbled and fought over the two stools. Eventually, the din died down. She turned back from the hob to find Jei and another slightly smaller warrior sitting there, grinning at her. Jei had a split lip and his companion sported the beginnings of a black eye.

Frowning at not just the two men directly across from her, but at all of them, she lifted her chin. What had started out as five men had multiplied to over twenty. She couldn’t have them starting fights while she cooked, so she crossed her arms and waited for them to be quiet.

Jei caught on quick.

“Shut it, you lot!” Turning back to her, it was his turn to raise an eyebrow in question.

“Summer.”

“Right. Summer has something she wants to say and you lot’ll keep it shut until she’s finished.”

She almost broke into a smile when he crossed his tattooed arms in the same manner hers were. Though he looked much more imposing doing it than she did.

Inclining her head in thanks, she turned her attention to the now very crowded galley. It would have been easy for her to be intimidated by all those large, very well-muscled men, but she’d grown up with four older brothers who could have easily fit in here. Minus the tattoos, of course. They had raised her, so she didn’t intimidate easily.

“Thank you, Jei. All right, boys, I’ll make breakfast for all of you, under one condition.” She paused to let her words sink in. All eyes in the room were focused on her, so she knew they were all listening.

“My condition is that all of you behave yourselves while I’m making your breakfast. Roz is still sleeping, and I’d like it if you could keep the noise down so I can surprise him with breakfast in bed.”

The warrior next to Jei raised his eyebrows. “Um…what do you mean, ‘breakfast in bed?’”

There were several snickers and laughs from others, making Summer narrow her eyes at them. Her cheeks burned at the thought of what they’d been hearing all night. She wasn’t embarrassed, though. All she felt was happiness and a slow, simmering heat that made her want to hurry back to Roz.

“It isn’t what you think. It’s simply eating breakfast, as in
food,
in bed together. It’s romantic.”

Blinking her eyes, she looked back at the man next to Jei. She winced at the black eye, which darkened by the minute. Taking pity, she looked around for a medical kit. They watched her with puzzled glances as she washed her hands and came around the counter to stand next to them. She held a dermal healer so she could fix their wounds. Tilting her head, she smiled at the smaller man with the black eye.

“Okay, you’re first.” Reaching out to steady his face with one hand, she paused as Jei spoke up.

“Um…what’re you doing?”

Looking at him distractedly, she replied, “I’m going to heal his black eye, then I’m going to fix your split lip.”

She shook her head as she turned back to what she was doing. “What’s your name, soldier?” she asked kindly as she ran the wand over the discolored flesh surrounding his eye.

Before he could answer, Jei cut in. “You don’t need to do that we—”

The man in front of her whipped out his arm with a quick snap, hitting the taller man in the stomach. She heard the air whoosh out of his lungs on contact.

“Don’t. She can patch me up if she wants to.” He smiled. “I’m Mikko, pretty lady. Don’t pay no attention to him.”

Summer frowned at him for the hit, but finished up on his eye before turning to the take care of Jei. He glared at Mikko, but replaced the look with a pout when he saw her looking at him.

“No one pays attention to me.” He worked the pout for everything it was worth.