Hazel and the Alien Biker (Intergalactic Brides 5) (9 page)

Hazel’s eyes had gone wide when she’d seen the prices on the menu, but he’d told her to order whatever she wanted and to stop worrying about how much everything cost. The girls had had some fun ordering things they’d never tried before. He was pleased with the way the evening had turned out. And as they’d sat around that table, with Hazel to his right and the girls seated to his left, he’d felt like he was truly part of a family.

It was late now. The girls had taken their baths and dressed for bed, but Hazel had lingered in the living room. She stared at the window at the city lights below and the stars above, and he wondered what she was thinking. Did she look at the stars and wonder about the different worlds out there? Or did she merely see pretty, twinkling lights? When she saw the city, did she see a place where adventures could be had, or did she see danger? He wanted to know more about her, but he wasn’t sure he would ever learn everything, not even if they married and lived together for seventy years.

“You should get some sleep,” he said softly, not wanting to startle her.

She glanced his way and smiled. “I will. I just wanted to make sure the girls were asleep before I went to bed. They don’t wiggle as much after they’ve fallen asleep.”

“I should have asked if they had a three bedroom. There’s no way you’re going to be comfortable in a bed with three wiggly girls.”

“Reyvor, it’s fine. I appreciate everything you’ve done for us. Sharing a bed is not the worst thing we’ve faced lately. My babies are clean and sleeping in a cool room with the dangers of the world safely locked away. I have you to thank for that.”

“I don’t want your thanks.”
I just want you
.

“Well… goodnight.”

His lips ached to taste her again, but he wondered if it was too soon. He’d caught her sneaking looks at him during dinner, but maybe they had been idle curiosity and not lust. He wasn’t overly experienced with women, despite the fact he’d had a mate. His only sexual encounters prior to his mate had been with sex bots at a nearby brothel, and even those visits had been few and far between.

She gracefully walked across the small space and turned the knob on her bedroom door. Except it didn’t turn. A frown marred her brow as she tried it again. Turning to face him, her eyes were wide with incredulity.

“They locked me out!”

Well, well. He was right. They
were
devious. And it seemed they were on his side. Maybe he hadn’t bought enough toys after all. They definitely deserved ice cream at the very least.

“Then I guess you’ll have to sleep in my room.”

“But… where will you sleep?”

He arched a brow. “Where do you think?”

She sputtered and turned red in the face.

“I promise I won’t touch you, Hazel. But you can’t very well sleep on the couch. I’ve sat on it and it’s hard as a rock. And it isn’t nearly long enough for me to sleep on it. Which means we’ll have to share my bed.”

“What will the girls think when they wake up?”

He chuckled. “That their plan worked. You don’t think they locked the door by accident, do you? I don’t think it was a slip when Abby called me Daddy at dinner. Your girls have hatched a plan to get us together, and I can’t say I’m opposed to it.”

Her blush deepened.

“So… what do you say, Hazel? Want to have a campout in my room?”

She snorted, but marched past him and into the bedroom. Then she stood awkwardly beside the bed. Reyvor smiled and pulled out a tee for her to sleep in, then turned her toward the bathroom so she could change. While she was in there, he changed out of his jeans and tee into his pajama pants, thankful he’d purchased them. If he’d had to sleep naked, things would have been even more awkward for them. He knew Hazel wasn’t ready for that just yet, but he hoped one day soon she would be.

When she came out of the bathroom, his heart lodged itself in his throat cutting off his air supply. Her legs looked long and sexy, despite her short stature. She fidgeted and he held out his hand to her. Slowly, she crossed to him and slid her palm against his. Reyvor pulled the bedding down and helped her into bed, wishing he had the right to kiss her goodnight.

Hazel seemed to read his mind and shyly leaned up and pressed her mouth to his. Heat spread through his body at the slight contact, but he wanted more. Delving his fingers into her hair, he pulled her closer and took control of the kiss. His lips ravaged hers as his tongue stroked and teased. She whimpered and her hands slid up his chest and around his neck. Reyvor loved the taste of her and could have kissed her forever, but her words flitted through his mind and he pulled away. No, he wouldn’t rush her, even if he did want to run straight to the nearest Terran station and apply for a mating. He gave himself a mental slap. He was thinking like a Terran who hadn’t been cast out, but with his new home had come certain freedoms. Would he have to get married the Earth way in order to claim her? Not that it mattered. As long as Hazel was his, he would do whatever was necessary.

“Get into bed and go to sleep, Hazel. I’m going to take a quick shower.” And hope she didn’t notice his raging hard-on as he hurried into the bathroom.

He closed the door and leaned against it, just trying to rest a moment and catch his breath. Reyvor wasn’t sure how long he stood there, but he heard a soft moan before she whispered his name. His eyes widened as he contemplated just what she could be doing to make those noises, and finally curiosity got the better of him. He cracked the door open quietly and peered into the bedroom.

His heart raced as he saw her delicate fingers between her legs as she pleasured herself. Oh hell no. If she was going to get off while calling out his name, it was going to be with him inside of her! He stalked toward the bed and stared down at her with a hunger he knew only she could satisfy.

“If you’re going to call my name, don’t you think I should at least be a part of this?” he asked.

She squealed and jerked her fingers back. “Reyvor! I… I thought you were in the shower. I heard water…”

“No water. I was going to take a shower, until I heard you. Then I decided to see if you would let me play too.”

Her eyes darkened. “Is that what it would be? Playtime?”

“No,” he answered softly. “It wouldn’t be playtime. Did you know I replayed our first kiss in my mind all day? Or that I couldn’t wait to taste your lips again? Walking away from you a moment ago was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I was trying to give you the space you asked for.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m thinking you don’t really want space, or at least not as much as you claim you want. If you wanted me to keep my distance and stop kissing you, then you wouldn’t have been calling out my name just now. I think you want me as much as I want you, but for some reason you’re too afraid to admit it.”

“You’re right. I have been afraid.”

“Hazel, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, but… I want you. And I don’t just want you in this moment, but I’ll want you tomorrow too. I won’t push you to accept me as a mate, but will you at least allow me to give you pleasure?”

“The girls…”

“Did you not share a bed with their father?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then I think they’ll understand you sharing a bed with me. I doubt they expected you to sleep on the couch tonight, but if they ask, we’ll tell them we’re sharing a bed to see if we get along well enough to get married. They’re young enough they won’t question that. Hell, I doubt they’ll even ask why you’re in my bed.”

She licked her lips and hesitantly nodded.

“Are you sure this is what you want? I can control myself if you’ve changed your mind.”

A smile quirked the corner of her lips. “Shut up and make love to me.”

His hands skimmed up her legs and caressed her thighs. She was so soft, so silky. He marveled at the contrast between his lilac colored skin and her pale thighs. He found he liked the contrast.

She watched him with heat flaring in her eyes. Before they went any further, he made sure the bedroom door was closed all the way and locked. He didn’t want any little eyes spying on them. When he returned to the bed, Hazel had stripped down to her panties. Her breasts were on the small side, but he was sure they would fill his hands nicely.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said.

“I want to make this good for you, Hazel. I’m not very experienced, but I think I can bring you pleasure.”

Her gaze raked him. “I’m not sure I believe you about the experience. A guy like you must have women throwing themselves at you. Plus you have that bad boy biker thing going.”

He smiled. “Do I look like the kind of male who wants a woman who throws herself at him? I admire that you’ve held out this long. If anything, it just made me want you even more.”

“Then take me.”

Reyvor wasn’t sure where to start, but he knew the panties needed to go. He pulled them down her legs and dropped them on the floor. Tracing the lips of her pussy, he marveled at the downy soft hair. His mate hadn’t had any. No, he wouldn’t think of her. It was just Hazel and him in this room and that’s the way it would stay. No more comparisons.

His gaze skimmed her body, taking in her beauty before he cupped her breasts in his hands. Her nipples pebbled at the contact and he groaned. Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward to taste her delicate skin, trailing kisses from her navel to the underside of her breast. He licked the gentle swells before taking a rosy peak into his mouth. Hazel moaned beneath him and her fingers slid into his hair, her nails gently scraping his scalp.

Reyvor felt his cock swell in his pants and knew they would be soaked with pre-cum. He’d never wanted someone as much as he wanted Hazel. His fingers caressed the curls between her thighs, her cream coating the digits. She was so wet, and so ready. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more just then than to taste her. Shouldering her legs farther apart, his gaze clashed with hers before he lowered his lips to her pussy. As his tongue flicked out to taste her, she made the most enticing sounds.

Using his lips, tongue, and fingers, he teased and tormented her, bringing her to the brink again and again, yet never letting her tumble over. He couldn’t hide his amusement at the sounds of frustration coming from her, and he loved the fact she wanted him so much. His tongue flicked and circled her clit, making the little bud quiver.

Hazel let out a cry and gripped him by his hair, dragging him up her body.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I may never speak to you again.”

If her narrowed eyes were any indication, he hadn’t hidden his smirk of satisfaction very well. He quickly stripped out of his pants and joined her on the bed. Her eyes widened at his aroused state and he lay back as she explored his body with her small hands. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft, he was worried he would come before he even made it inside her.

With a growl, he flipped her onto her back and settled between her legs. With his gaze fastened on hers, he eased into her snug pussy, her channel gripping him tight as he pressed forward. Sweat beaded his brow as he said a silent prayer to the gods not to let him ruin this moment. Her body molded to his, fitting against him as if they were made for one another. Hazel’s legs came around his waist as he began to move, his hips grinding against hers with every stroke.

She panted for breath beneath him, her eyes full of wonder and pleasure. Reyvor arched his back and drove into her deeper and harder, his movements becoming quick as he pushed both of them closer to the brink. Hazel’s nails scored his back and he hissed as his cock hardened even more. Her pussy became hotter, wetter, and gods help him -- tighter. No matter how much he wanted to hold back, he couldn’t.

Reyvor pounded into her, making her his in every way that counted. Hazel cried out her release, holding him tight. Her pussy coated him in her cream and he felt his balls draw up. A moment later, he groaned as he filled her with his cum. He thrust into her until he had nothing left to give, then collapsed on his side.

Hazel cuddled close to him and he wrapped her in his embrace. Her hair clung to her face and neck, and he thought she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She trailed her fingers through his hair then settled her hand on his biceps, giving it a tentative squeeze. He smiled and kissed her softly, wanting to prolong the moment.

She suddenly froze in his arms, her body going stiff, and her eyes wide. He worried he’d done something wrong.

“What is it, Hazel?”

“We didn’t use protection.”

He frowned. What was she talking about? “What protection?”

“You know. A condom, so you wouldn’t get me pregnant.”

His heart stilled in his chest. She didn’t want children with him? Was she opposed to having more with anyone or did she just not want one with him? He wasn’t sure how to respond to her, having no idea what a condom was and not sure he liked the sound of the thing.

“You do know what a condom is, right? I mean, you’ve used them before?”

He slowly shook his head.

“So every time you’ve had sex you could have gotten someone pregnant. You need to be more responsible, Reyvor.”

“Other than you, I’ve only ever been with my mate.”

“You were serious earlier? You’ve really never been with anyone else?”

“Never.”

She cupped his jaw. “Then there are a few things you need to learn about human women. We like to be asked before you take a chance on getting us pregnant. If you aren’t married to the woman, it’s best if you use a condom. It’s a rubber sleeve that fits over your cock and holds your seed inside when you come.”

He frowned. From what he understood, contraceptives didn’t work in Terran-Human pairings, but no one had mentioned these condom things. “That doesn’t sound very pleasant. I like feeling your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

Her cheeks flushed.

“And would carrying my child really be so horrible?”

“If we were to get married, you would want more children?” she asked.

“Only if you do. I know you already have three and may not want more… I was kind of hoping to fill the rooms in that big house.”