New Species 05 Brawn (14 page)

She heard the rustle of sweatpants being removed, the cot
squeaked from his weight and chains rattled. Randy lowered his gun and stepped
closer to her, gaining her full attention.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. You listening?”

“Yes.” She glared at him.

He spun, walked to the table where a tray of items had been
laid out and held up a tube of something and a specimen cup. “Lube and a cup
with a lid that you seal. Need I spell it out?” He glanced over his shoulder
and smirked. “As soon as he gets off, you rush to that door and it will open.
Ray will take the sample from you and Dean will shoot you if you try any shit.”
His gaze lifted to the camera before giving her a warning glare. “I’m going to
be viewing every damn thing you do. Don’t fuck with his chains or drag your feet
from the time he gives it up until you take it to the door.” He turned fully to
face her and walked closer with both items. “The doc wants at least eight
samples this time.”

Becca’s eyebrows lifted. “Eight?”

Randy cocked his head and frowned. “Eight. You got a problem
with that?”

“He might.” Heat warmed her cheeks. “That’s a lot.”

“Not for them.” Randy studied Brawn. “Been holding back from
your girlfriend, huh? She a rotten lay or what?”

“She’s human,” Brawn answered with a deep, angry voice. “Not
a Species female.”

A laugh escaped Randy and his frown disappeared. “Awe, isn’t
that cute, guys?” He stepped closer to Becca. “Your boyfriend might be a kitty
cat but they fuck like dogs in heat. The scent of a willing woman or one
touching them will keep them hard and going for hours. He only needs about a
twenty second recovery time and he’ll be good to stroke or suck off again.” He
held out the tube and cup. “Don’t let him shoot in your mouth. Saliva mixed
with sperm fucks up the sample. No spitting it into the cup.”

Becca woodenly accepted the items, hated Randy and hoped
when her father arrived he’d lend her a gun. She’d like to shoot at Randy again
and wouldn’t miss if given a second chance.

“Anything else?”

His gaze drifted down her. “Yeah. Maybe when you’re done
with him, you could give me a hand.” He laughed as he turned away and strode to
the door. “Hurry up if you want to eat or don’t want him hooked up to that
machine. You’ve got two hours.”

The men left the room and Becca stood there with her back to
the cot. Brawn was chained down naked. She stared at the tube and the sample
cup, glanced at the table to see more cups set up and closed her eyes. This was
going to be rough.

“Becca?” Brawn spoke softly. “It’s okay. I’m restrained and
can’t hurt you.”

“I’m not worried about that.” Her eyes remained closed. “I’m
so damn sorry about this.”

“It’s no hardship.” He softly growled. “I am the one who
feels guilty.”

That made her almost turn to him. “Why? You didn’t kidnap
us.”

He hesitated. “This is going to be much easier on me than it
will be on you. I will somehow make this right between us.”

She took a deep breath. “Why were you mad?” It bothered her
how violently he’d reacted inside the cage after he’d made out with her…and so
much more. “Did I do something? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to bite you.”

“I wanted you and was too out of control to risk it.”
Honesty sounded in his voice.

She turned, kept her eyes closed and knew she’d have to open
them. “I feel like I’m about to rape you or something.”

“Becca? Look at me.”

She did and it was a sight she’d never forget. His long
frame was stretched out over the cot, every inch of him bare. He lay on his
back and his cock jutted upward, thick and hard. Her gaze lingered there for
seconds before jerking her focus to his face. He watched her calmly.

“I want you to touch me. I can’t lose control now. I feel
guilty for that but it’s the truth. Am I sick for this?”

She took a step closer to him without thinking about it.
“No.”

“I’m turned-on and you’re not. This is traumatic for you,
I’m aware of that, yet I still ache to feel your hands on me.”

He glanced away, stared at the ceiling and his mouth tensed
into a tight, firm line. Becca suddenly didn’t feel as uncomfortable as before.
He’d gotten her off, it had been amazing and she wanted to do the same for him.
She couldn’t help but wince over the presence of the camera but as she darted a
look at it and realized she could block most everything with her body if she
sat on the edge of the cot by his hip.

She squared her shoulders. “We’re a team. We’re going to get
through this together.”

Her words seemed to surprise him and he met her steady gaze
as she sat on the space between his hip and the edge of the cot. It wasn’t very
wide. She placed the cup down next to her thigh to keep it pinned between them
after twisting the lid off, opened the cap to the lube and spread some on her
fingers. She couldn’t meet his gaze though.

“You ready?”

“Yes.” His stomach muscles tensed. “I’m sorry, Becca,” he
whispered.

She finally looked up. “Don’t be. Just tell me before, um,
you know.”

He nodded.

“What do you prefer?” She felt feverish from her flushed
cheeks as she whispered, remembering to keep her voice down to give them some
privacy. This probably was the most awkward sexual encounter she’d ever had.
They weren’t kissing or lost in the moment. The room was cold, sterile and the
guy was chained down while a sick bastard watched from another room. “Fast?
Slow? I should know this since we’re a couple.” Her hand reached for his cock
but hesitated an inch away.

“Whatever you do will feel good.” His voice came out raspy.

“Are you sure I can do this? I mean…hell.”

“Yes. Just remember that I make sounds. Some might sound as
if I’m angry but it’s normal. You can’t hurt me and I ache for your touch.”

She focused on his cock. It was thick, perfect and something
she’d consider beautiful. A smile almost surfaced when she realized that, never
believing she’d ever pin that term on a man’s penis. Her fingers stroked the
shaft, explored the soft skin wrapped around a rock-hard erection. A rumbled
purr filled the room and she lifted her gaze to watch Brawn’s face.

He had closed his eyes, probably to make her more
comfortable and he bit his lower lip. He looked sexy as hell and he wasn’t the
only one who worried about being perverted because it was a hot image having
him chained down. She only wished they were at her house, in her bed and alone.

He shifted a little on the bed when she wrapped her other
hand around the crown of his cock, stroked it and grasped his shaft firmly. She
started slow, exploring while stroking him up and down and his breathing
increased. It fascinated her, watching his muscles ripple as he began to slowly
rock his hips. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his chest, his purrs
increased in resonance and it was the hottest damn thing ever.

“I’m going to,” he growled, his voice harsh.

She released him with one hand, gripped the cup and wondered
how the hell she was going to make that work. Brawn’s feet braced against the
bottom bar of the cot he was chained to, he tilted his hips upward and she
lowered his cock until it almost touched his belly. The cup caught his seed as
he started to come.

He groaned loudly, shook with the force of his climax and
she had to remember to hold the cup when she really wanted to just watch him.
Hearing him caused her nipples to tighten. His body jerked a little with each
stroke, filling the cup a little more as she milked him of every drop with her
fingers. She released his shaft and he relaxed his muscles, his big body going
lax, as he panted.

Becca remembered to cap the cup, stand and on shaky legs
walked to the door. It opened before she reached it and Ray held out a gloved
hand. His mouth opened but then snapped closed. He took it without comment and
left, closing the door behind him. Becca rushed back to Brawn’s side after
grabbing a new sample cup from the table.

His eyes were closed as he caught his breath and she stroked
his chest after wiping off the lube with the edge of the blanket. “Are you
okay?”

His incredible eyes opened to peer at her and the look in
them was something she’d never forget as he smiled. The yellow had overtaken
the blue, seemed nearly golden and took her breath away.

“I love your soft hands.”

Tears filled her eyes, unable to hold them back. “Good.”

Alarm killed his smile. “I’m sorry, Becca.”

“For what?”

“I’ve harmed you by association. You’re here doing this
because you were living with me. I shouldn’t have left Homeland. You’d be home
if I hadn’t.”

She leaned over him, her hair falling across his arm and
chest, and got close enough to nearly touch her lips to his. “I’m just glad
you’re okay. We have to do this seven more times.”

“You are crying. This hurts you.”

“It’s the stress, Brawn.” Her hand caressed his chest. “I’m
not hurt. I’m more worried about you than me. You’re the one chained down who
has to do this seven more times. I got the easy part, actually.”

He nodded sharply. “The faster this is over, the sooner they
will return us to the cage to feed us. Let’s do this.”

Surprise shot through her. “Again? So soon?”

He gave her a grim look of determination. “I’m Species. I’m
ready.”

Brawn refused to admit that her touching him had been a
staggering experience and he already ached for her to begin again. He could
have sworn he smelled her arousal but it was probably from earlier. Her tears
tore him up inside and he knew once this was over, if they were rescued, this
day would haunt her.

She leaned back from him and he missed her closeness
instantly. He closed his eyes so she felt more comfortable not being watched,
knew her aversion to that from her words about the cameras and hated the way
his cock stiffened with need from knowing her hands would be on him again soon.

The light brush of her fingertips made him bite his lip to
stifle a snarl. His heart raced, his arms strained against the chains and he
wanted to break them. He was grateful they held. Otherwise he’d grab her, tear
off her clothes and pin her under his body. He wanted inside her so bad it was
killing him.

Just the mental image of her under him, her thighs spread
and his cock driving into her pussy was enough to make him ready to come. Her
hands were stoking him. They felt amazing but he just knew it would feel better
with her vaginal walls squeezing him tighter than her current hold on him.

“Tighter,” he hissed through gritted teeth, hating himself
just a little more for even asking.

Her hands gripped him more firmly, moved faster and he knew
shame as he rasped out that she should grab the cup. The world became a white
haze of pleasure as he came hard, tried to remember to breathe and it didn’t
stop until she released his sex. He panted, caught his breath and knew pure
hell. Not only would Becca never look at him again without being reminded of
what the evil Mercile employees were capable of but she’d believe he was a
pathetic male who couldn’t hold his seed long enough to give pleasure if they
were to share sex.

Light caresses traced his skin and her hair tickled as she
leaned against his side. “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered. “We’re a team
and we’re going to get through this. Six more times. That’s all.”

Rage gripped him. She was trying to comfort him, assure him
that they’d somehow survive and he even failed her there. He nodded, not
trusting himself to look at her in case she looked upon him with pity. He
couldn’t take that.

“It will be.” He kept his voice firm, strong and hoped she
didn’t lose all respect for him.

Chapter Eight

Brawn was so silent that Becca worried about him deeply. She
finished her oatmeal, a horrible, overcooked bowl of cold mush and almost
envied him the bloody steaks he’d been given. She sat on the cot inside their
cage, he sat cross-legged in the far corner with the plate balanced on his lap
and avoided even glancing her way. He’d been that way ever since she’d taken
the last semen sample from him and the goon squad had returned to transfer them
back to the cage.

“How are the steaks?” She tried a casual question to test
his mood.

“Cold.” He took another bite, blood dripped onto the plate
and he chewed. “They seared them but it was a while ago. I think they put them
in a refrigerator afterward.”

“I’m sorry. Do you want some oatmeal?” She glanced at the
half-eaten portion, more than willing to give him the rest. As hungry as she
was, it was like eating pasty, tasteless glue.

He shook his head. “Keep up your strength. Eat it all.”

He didn’t offer her any of his steak and her shoulders
sagged. She’d been hopeful he’d share. She’d take nearly raw and cold meat over
tasteless crap any day. “Are you tired? We could share the cot.”

That got her a frowning look. “I’ll sleep on the floor. Lie
down if you wish to rest.”

Anger and pain hit at the same time as she dropped her gaze.
“I’m fine. I thought you might be tired. You can have the bed and I’ll sit on
the floor. You need the rest.” He’d just given up eight samples, and he might
not be human, but she figured any guy would want to sleep after that kind of
activity.

“I am used to hardships. The bed is yours.”

Her eyes closed and she took a few shallow breaths to avoid
the tears that threatened. Maybe he hated her just a bit for what he’d just
endured. She’d resent being tied down and forced to climax eight times because
someone wanted samples from her. Of course it wouldn’t be so awful if it were
Brawn doing the touching. He wasn’t her though.

“Sleep, Becca.” He growled a little. “The oatmeal will
keep.”

Of course it would. It wasn’t as if it could taste any
worse. She leaned down, placed the bowl on the floor and lay on the cot with
her back to Brawn. She curled into a ball, hugged her chest and fought tears.