Honey Moon (23 page)

“You think the people who helped us are okay? That it’s over?”

Sam sighed as the weight of the world returned to his shoulders. “Much as I wish, it can’t be that easy. But if whatever’s left of the LC wants some payback, I think the missile would have hit this building by now.” He eased his arm from around Jenna as his thoughts darkened. Could be, with hopes of being less conspicuous, anyone who’d helped him was being taken out one by one and they were saving the most wanted for last.

Jenna shifted her head from his chest and lay back beside him. “Lav. Kurt. The man who owns this place whose name I forget—what if they’re not asleep but in trouble?”

“Cain, and no. Harding’s probably still combing his hair. Kurt would have woken us.”

She snorted. “Cain?”

“Guy who let us have this bed.”

“Ahh. But maybe Kurt…”

“Shh. I’ll go see if the world’s still spinning.” He made to move his feet to the floor and halted when he felt the clutch on his leg.

“You’re leaving me in the dark?”

He was no dummy, so he knew better than to reassure her by gesturing to the nightlight in the ceiling. Besides, it was a reasonable assumption this heroine spoke metaphorically. She figured he’d not return to mention the armed men outside the bedroom door in this eerily quiet hideaway. That he’d just disappear. Good chance she was right, but in case the tremble in her hand on his leg was actual night terrors—and who wouldn’t have whacky dreams after that chopper ride—he reached to search for the control panel on the bed board.

The gridded section was there as expected and he tapped the first indention. Ceiling lights came on in each corner, enough to see some detail, but not the freckles on her pretty face. He could barely make out the smudges of exhaustion beneath lowering eyelashes, and her hold on his leg didn’t lessen.

The next indention didn’t bring more light, but the wall facing the bed turned into a monitor to show a muted movie—ancient pirate ship sailing on a turbulent sea—in progress. The bisexual crew was in various stages of nudity and intimacy in the background, the focus on a young woman wearing a three-pointed captain’s hat and nothing else, pressed sideways against the helm to give full view of the muscled ass of the hulky man drilling in front, and the ecstatic face of the sweaty man pumping behind her.

Sam tore his attention from the screen and tapped to turn it off. He homed in on the next level on the grid. The first indention raised a short panel alongside the side of the bed. The size and positioning looked about perfect so a guy could easily roll and line up his cock. He guessed it was an expensive condom dispenser. In the age of sterility and ease of making sure a partner was clean of STDs—anal sex participants aside—it was somewhat comforting to know he wasn’t the only non-gelded guy left who liked the added reassurance of government-issued rubbers.

His next taps of apps offered a box of tissues, lube, then finally, a light in the shape of a sun filled the far upper corner of the wall alongside the bed. On the opposite wall, a cheerful field of irises and sunflowers had soft lights hidden within their faces.

He turned and brushed his finger along Jenna’s cheek. “That better?” he murmured. “I’ll be back in a minute. Want me to turn the movie back on?”

Her nails dug into his leg. “Don’t you dare.”

“To what? Movie or leave?”

“Both. Not that I’ve watched many pornos, but I hear the plot never changes, just like horror films. The moment lovers separate is when the loon bursts in with the ax.”

“Okay. We’ll face the bloodbath together, when you’re ready.” Like he’d done it every night and morning of his life, he leaned against the pillow, wrapped his arm around her and placed his palm on her hip.

She blinked her eyes open and released his leg. Her hand slid up to rest on his upper thigh, close enough to make his cock go from stiff to so hard his head fogged.

She stroked, the tips of her fingers firm and confident, along the sensitive area where his leg met his groin. “Hope there’s no cams in here and Cain’s not looking to get rich. I saw all those T-shirts outside the medical center.” She smiled, dragging her gaze up and down his throbbing cock. “It’s not only the LC that wants you.”

An awareness struck him. On a comfortable bed with a hot babe, of course his body was completely awake, but so was his mind. After days of non-stop action, banging his chest into the console of a shuttle, catching a couple of hours of uneasy sleep, he was no longer even groggy. Appetites—lust taking the lead—bubbled beneath the surface of his thoughts, yet none of the urges clamored with aggression.

He reclined, balls achingly taut, pre-cum eager to bead out of the slit on the tip of his cock, his leg muscles tense and ready to take charge. He could easily roll over her, raise himself up and use his knee to spread her legs and get on with some serious fucking. How was it possible he wasn’t already inside her?

Maybe because he knew if that door burst open and his balls were still harder than diamonds, he’d die happy because of a simple truth.
She’s mine. My wife.

No matter marriage no longer held the commitment of ages past—saying “I want a divorce” was as simple as saying “will you marry me”—he relished this moment. Shortly, her hand resting beside his cock would decide if they’d either make love, or walk out that door to face the world, for better or worse, together.

He’d never felt like this before. Not with any other person. Comfortable in Jenna’s presence as if he’d known her all his life, yet his cock so primed it was likely he’d soon come just from looking at her. As her eyes closed, a bashful lowering of thick lashes, he smiled to himself and wondered if she felt the same.

“Like I said, everyone wants you,” she murmured. “Alive and out there, making sure lovers everywhere remain safe. They all wish they could thank you in person. Some more enthusiastically than others. That’s the only reason we’re still breathing. You get that, don’t you?”

Yes and no, and who cares.
He cleared his throat. “It’s true that I have the ear of the world because of a blog. But I’m only the current heart-throb getting those five minutes of fame because I haven’t had chance to update and clarify who the real heroes are. And so what? I’m off the market. Forever.”

“Wow. Forever? You sure about that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Sam…are we really married?”

He jerked his chin up. “Damn right. It’s not about a contract or some proclamation by a corrupt admiral. You’re mine. My wife. I mean…I want to be with you. I feel like we’re a bonded pair.”

“You’re happy?”

He glanced at his yearning cock. “Yeah. And not just the obvious part of me. What about you?”

The sweet smile creeping across Jenna’s face stole his breath. “Yes. So happy. Except I watched you fall out of that chopper to your death and I wanted to die.”

He patted her shoulder. “It’s over. I’m fine.”

“I don’t want you to be just fine.” She went in for the kill. Her soft hand wrapped around the base of his cock to encircle his girth with a loose grip, slamming the air from his lungs. “I want to see
the
moment on your face.”

“Ohhh yeah.” He gurgled as her clasp tightened and eased upward. “That feels so good…ahh…the moment?”

“You know…your O-face? It’s so beautiful. And if this room is about to fill with security or the LC decides that shutting down
In the Loop
is worth taking out any number of civilians, well, twice isn’t enough.”

“Beautiful? And here I thought I showed the manliest expressions.” He chuckled. “Christ, Jenna. I love you.” He drew a deep breath and grabbed the top of her robe, yanking it open. Her breasts exposed, his breath hitched as he lowered his mouth to hers.

Gentle, easy, savoring—oh no, not his girl. Jenna was having none of that. Her tongue shot in, insistent and hungry. He pressed harder against her mouth, sucked and pulled the taste of her into his own. His senses flooded, the noise of his rapid heartbeat rushed in his ears, and he ground his cock into the soft fabric of the robe he needed her out of and fast.

He stopped loving her mouth with his tongue, dragged his lips aside and swallowed his pant. A soft moan fell from her lips as he licked down to nuzzle at the dip, the hollow at the base of her throat. He shifted his hips, forcing his cock aside, and used both hands to spread the robe wide.

“Sam…”

His head humming, he tongued her belly button and shot his hand down to widen the space between her legs.

“Sam…”

He jerked his head up. “Sweetheart?”

“I can’t see your face.”

“Missionary, then?” He slid both hands under her butt, pulling her up to his lowering lips. “Sure. One taste, then whatever you want. I promise.”

Hair trimmed, the soft mound so beautiful, pink lips glistening—he licked, lapped then sucked. Jenna moaned, arching up, and he went at her full steam.

It didn’t take but a moment before her breathing grew raspy. He took a last lick, raised his hips and homed his drooling cockhead in to rub and kiss her clit.

“Saaam…” she moaned. “Come on. Come with me.”

“Ahh… Should I use a condom?” He licked his lips, the crème, her taste something he planned on savoring again and again for as long as he breathed.

She jerked her head back. “Oh. Right. You didn’t mean it…when you said…”

He worked his cock harder against her without entering, slipping and sliding in their juices. “I meant every word. I just wondered if, you know, we should plan things.” He held her still with one hand and grasped his cock, guiding it to grind against her clit.

“Be responsible?” She groaned. “And I have to decide while you’re touching me like this?”

“No.” He chuckled and released her. “Maybe we shouldn’t tempt fate. Let things happen as they will, when we’re not on top of the world’s most wanted list?” He took in her softly open mouth, gaze on his cock as he shifted for the condom dispenser, to mean she was fine with whatever as long as he got back to it at once.

Somewhat squeamish, considering this wasn’t his bed, he lined up his cock without touching the panel. The heat sensors within the metal plated grid registered the presence of an erection, and the red light in the corner showed he’d activated the dispenser.

Programmed to selectively heat seek the blood-pumped tissue of a penis, four nozzles the size of needles shot out and sprayed.

In less than two seconds, he’d been coated up and down and all round with skin-tight, biodegradable, government-approved sheathing from cockhead to base. Not an insecure guy, he eased aside and made sure the red light flickered off. He believed the warnings that filled condoms may require medical assistance to remove on idiots who messed with more than one coating to increase girth. Of course, the protection hindered some feeling. Nothing was as good as going bareback, but it did the trick and it was easy to peel off a solitary layer, twist and dispose, without leaking a drop.

“Ready?” he murmured as he rolled back into place and smiled down.

“Oh yes.” She raised sparkling eyes, lids heavy with anticipation, and he didn’t think he’d ever been happier in his life. She held her gaze locked onto his as he penetrated, slid in a tantalizing inch and halted. He lowered his head and readied to go in for a kiss of her breast.

“Hey…” She squirmed and his balls went impossibly hard. “You know what I want to see.” Jenna lunged up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around him. He eased back onto his haunches, pulled her down onto his cock in one deep thrust and stared into her eyes while he took her lips with his.

They exchanged gasps, sucked down each other’s warm air, and rocked together for a wonderful moment until Jenna tore her lips from his and drew in a deep breath. Her muscles clamped around his cock and his lungs locked. “Better not bruise those ribs any further.” She pushed at him, shifting her weight to ease him over.

He fell flat and his gaze never left hers as she rode him, using her knees to raise and lower herself. Love, pleasure and hedonistic joy of living in the moment filled her face. Most interesting, as he grasped her hips and helped her power up and down, the look of bliss told him those emotions mirrored from his gaze right back at her.

When his balls drew up, pulled so tightly he thought they’d splinter, and he tipped beyond that level of even pretending he could hold back, it crossed his mind how much he wanted married life to never end.

Chapter Fifteen

Stars slowly stopped going supernova inside her mind, and Jenna melted into a blanket of gratified flesh as she slid off Sam to lie beside him. His eyes were closed and the quiet contentment on his face had to match hers.

He opened his arm and she tucked into his side, curled toward him and brushed her hand gently over his chest. Now that the room was flooded with light and his cock rested sleepily against his thigh and wasn’t distracting her, she took a good look at the discoloration and bruising across his ribcage.

I’m such a selfish slut.
But who’d blame her? It didn’t seem possible the most cynical of man-haters wouldn’t start drooling the moment they saw this body, let alone heard that raspy low voice or got off from reading his cognitively and emotionally stimulating blog posts.