New Species 02 Slade (43 page)

she heard the automatic garage door come down. He was

the one to open the back passenger door.

“Are you going to sleep there or are you going to

come inside the house?”

She flipped him off and sat up. Trisha glanced

around the garage. It was a double garage and a Jeep sat

on the other side of the SUV. It was a tight squeeze to get

out until the door closed as Slade led her into the house.

“Oh. My. God,” Trisha gasped.

Slade spun around to face her. “What?”

She gawked at the kitchen. “You’re a slob!”

Trisha curled her lip at the piles of dirty dishes in

both sides of the sink. The stove… She forced her gaze

away from it, guessing that would need to be power

washed. The floor… Her feet were bare and she could

feel the dirt. Her gaze flew to Slade’s, realizing he just

watched her silently, frowning.

“You are a slob,” Brass groaned softly. “Ever hear of

soap and water, man?”

“I’ve been working sixteen hours a day and sleeping

six for the three weeks I’ve been here. Give me a break.”

Irritation flashed on his face. “There’s not someone to

hire to clean my house. I don’t get days off to do it

myself.”

“Wow. You did this in just three weeks?” Trisha

shook her head. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the house.”

She hoped her sarcasm wasn’t too noticeable.

“You could sleep in the woods,” Slade teased. “At

least there’s not a truck sitting inside my living room.

You only lasted in the cabin for what? Twenty-four

hours? It has to be torn down it’s in such bad shape. At

least mine just needs cleaned.”

“Kiss my ass.” Trisha stuck her tongue out at him.

He suddenly grinned and his gaze raked slowly over

her body. “I’d love to, Doc.” He snapped his sharp teeth

at her.

Brass chuckled when Trisha backed up.

“Keep those babies away from my backside.” She

shook her head. “It wasn’t an actual request.”

“I don’t know how you sleep with humans,” Brass

chuckled. “Way too fragile. One of our women would

love being bitten.”

Slade nodded but he kept the grin in place. “I know

but she’s cute. What could I do? She wanted me badly.”

“Stress on the word wanted.” Trisha shot him a dirty

look and walked past him through a dining room.

“Uh-oh,” Brass chuckled. “Someone’s in the dog

house.”

“I don’t have one.” Slade laughed.

The dining room was obviously not a room Slade

ever used since it was basically clean, minus the dust

issue. The living room was another story. It might have

been a nice coffee table if she could see the surface but

dirty dishes, empty beer and soda cans and an

overflowing ashtray littered it. She frowned, studying

Slade.

“You smoke?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes I do when I have a few

beers. I’ve been trying to get past the horrible taste of

them. Human male bonding seems to demand we drink

some of them together after work and smoke too.”

“Well, please don’t while I’m here. The smell of

cigarettes will make me sick.”

“I won’t smoke inside the house.”

“Smart man. It’s really bad for you.”

She glanced at the living room before she moved on.

The downstairs contained a full bathroom, a family room

that wasn’t used and an office that was. She opened her

mouth but closed it after noticing every surface covered

with papers or discarded drinks. It amazed her that a

man owned so many dishes. She headed for the stairs

when the main floor tour ended.

“Are we going to go look at every room?” Slade

followed behind her.

“Yes. I want to know where I’m living and what I’m

dealing with. I’m starting to miss the seventies.”

Brass laughed.

“What does that mean?” Slade glanced at them.

“I’ll explain later.” Brass snorted.

There were two bathrooms and three bedrooms on

the second level. One of the bathrooms opened from the

hallway. The second bathroom was located inside the

master bedroom. It was a large room with a twin bed.

She frowned at the small mattress and turned to glance at

Slade but said nothing. She checked out the other two

bedrooms next. One room had nothing more than a twin

bed and a dresser. A weight set and a treadmill

dominated the last room. She closed the door and met

Slade’s gaze.

“So where are you going to sleep? Brass gets the

spare room and you only have a twin bed. I’m not

sleeping on the floor. I guess you could sleep on the

couch or on your weight bench.” She put her hands on

her hips.

Slade blinked a few times, a confused look on his

features. Brass chuckled and Slade shot him a dirty look

before frowning at Trisha.

“I’m sleeping inside my room on my bed and you

are sleeping on my bed with me. I know it’s small but

we’ll fit. Trust me.”

Her gaze roamed his body. She hesitated. “I’m not

sleeping on the bottom. The only way we’re both going

to share that bed is if one of us sleeps on top of the other.

You’ll crush me.”

Slade suddenly moved. “Let me show you how it

will work. Good night, Brass. Make yourself at home.

There’s plenty of food in the fridge.”

“Hey,” Trisha protested when Slade grabbed her. He

ignored her objection as he scooped her into his arms.

“What about dinner? I’m hungry.”

Slade growled. “I’m hungry too.” He walked into his

master bedroom and kicked the door closed behind

them. He strode to the narrow bed and gently lowered

Trisha on top of it.

Trisha watched as Slade bent over, staring at her. She

loved the passion that flared in his eyes. He did look

hungry but it wasn’t for food. He wanted her. He tore off

his shoes and socks before he dragged his shirt over his

head. Trisha’s gaze slowly took in the sight he posed,

appreciating his muscular arms and broad chest.

Slade growled at her again and yanked at the front of

his pants to get them open. “You could undress.”

“I could but I’d miss the show.”

His hands stilled for an instant but then he jerked his

pants down his hips to kick free of them. He stood in his

black underwear until he reached for the last item of

clothing on his body. Trisha watched him shove the

material down and bit her lip. Slade’s cock was thick,

engorged with blood to an impressive size that most

men would envy, and his need for her was unmistakable.

He reached for Trisha’s shorts. She heard the material

tear in his haste to tug them down her hips and legs. He

threw them over his shoulder and just ripped her shirt

open. It had already been destroyed when she’d cut

pieces from it earlier to make strips for Harley’s injuries.

She wasn’t wearing a bra and it caused a grin to spread

across Slade’s rugged features.

“No underclothing, Doc? I’m shocked but really

turned on.”

“I was taking a shower when those men arrived.

Brass yanked me out and tossed clothes at me. My

underwear and bra weren’t in the pile he shoved into my

arms.”

Slade’s grin died. “He saw you naked?” He growled

as anger seemed to darken his eyes.

“He was saving my life. I’m sure he didn’t even

notice.”

“Trust me when I say he noticed.” Slade grabbed her

ankles and tugged her down the bed until her ass

stopped at the very edge. “Anyone would note every

exposed inch of you.”

“Thank you.” She smiled and tried to sit up, wanting

to kiss him.

He used his hand, placed between her breasts, and

pushed her flat onto her back. His hand slid down her

belly, over her hip, and then both gripped her thighs to

push them up. He spread them wide to gaze at the sight

of her pussy. He knelt at the end of the bed to get a better

look, licked his lips, and growled softly. Trisha looked

down their bodies to stare at Slade’s aroused cock

straining straight up inches from her pussy.

“Aren’t you even going to kiss me before you take

me?”

“Yeah, sweet thing. I’m going to kiss you before I

fuck you.” He pushed her legs wider apart and his

heated gaze studied her body stretched out before him.

Trisha tried not to feel embarrassed over his intense

interest in every inch of her, especially when he lingered

while staring at her exposed pussy. He scooted back to

lower his head and gripped the inside of her thighs to

hold them open. His hands shifted enough that Trisha

realized what he planned to do. His breath was hot

against her thigh right before his tongue teased her clit

with strong licks before his mouth closed over the

bundle of nerves, sucking with firm tugs. She came

unglued.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

His mouth withdrew from her sensitive flesh. “I told

you I was going to kiss you.”

“I thought you’d aim for my mouth.”

He tilted his head, regarding her. “Do you want me

to stop? I have to admit I don’t want to. I’ve been dying

to taste every inch of you. Don’t deny me, sweet thing.”

“Do you want to die? That’s what will happen if you

do stop. Please continue.”

He chuckled a second before his mouth and tongue

returned. Trisha moaned louder as her fingers dug into

the bedspread just for something to cling to while she

arched her back. She thought she could handle the

amazingly good sensations he created throughout her

body with his mouth. That was right up until his tongue

started to flicker over her clit rapidly and he started to

growl deep enough to vibrate against it. Trisha tensed,

wasn’t even sure if she was breathing anymore, and she

came—screaming.

Slade lifted his head quickly, gripped her hips, and

pulled her toward him. His thick cock pressed against

her pussy and he entered her slowly while she still

reeled from the aftermath of the climax he’d just licked

her into. She moaned as he pushed his broad shaft into

her deeper, enjoying the feel of having her body

stretched in a delicious way that left her feeling full and

taken by the man she loved. His big cock felt amazing to

her still-climaxing body.

Slade thrust into Trisha fast and deep, driving her

over the edge of bliss again within minutes and caused

her to cry out his name. Slade growled deep, pounded

into her faster and threw back his head. She watched him

bare his sharp teeth as he began to come inside her,

swelling to the point of near pain, and he shouted out.

His body jerked against her as he poured his heated

release inside her.

Trisha smiled when she opened her arms to Slade

and he collapsed over her chest. They both panted while

Trisha wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs

and her fingers ran through his silky hair where his head

rested between her breasts. His heavy breathing tickled

her skin a little but she loved holding him too much to

complain or ask him to turn his head enough to make it

stop.

“I told you a twin bed would work,” he chuckled.

“Sure works for me in this position but I’m not sure

how you’re going to sleep on your knees that way.”

Slade turned his head a little and moved. He flicked

his tongue over the side of her breast, causing Trisha to

shiver. Her breast responded instantly, the tip growing

taut. Slade opened his mouth, covered her nipple, and

allowed his sharp teeth to scrape over it. Trisha arched

against him. The erotic feel had her passion igniting all

over again. He released her nipple and lifted his head to

grin down at her.

“Want to go again, Trisha?”

“I do but I need food. How about we eat and pick up

right here afterward?”

Slade laughed. “Let me run you a bath. You soak

while I make us something for dinner.”

“Wait a minute. I’ve seen that kitchen. Maybe we

should order takeout.”

Slade straightened. He twisted his hips a little and it

lifted Trisha’s ass from the bed. His hand slapped her ass

hard enough for make her flinch but wasn’t painful.

“I won’t poison you and we don’t have takeout food

anywhere near Reservation. We also couldn’t trust them

to prepare our food since we aren’t sure if they are