Pleasure Bound - Complete (53 page)

He
’
s not kidding
.

She remembered the brown water. It had tasted awful and she couldn’t help but drink some of the water as she’d frantically fought against the weeds that seemed to act like strong fingers as they curled around her ankles trying to drag her under.

Oh, God! Her sisters! Kayla and Kinley! They had been with her when the spaceship had crashed. Where were they?

Panic snapped through her and she struggled to get up. But the weakness claiming her and then the stranger placing a strong hand across her naked chest prevented her from moving.

This time there was no sexual reaction to his touch on her part. There was only fear and confusion twisting through her brain. And an odd soreness in her ribs not to mention in other areas of her body as a result of the crash.

“Stay still and rest. You cannot go anywhere yet.”

“My sisters, where are they?”

He frowned. “There are others?”

“Yes! Two others. Please…tell me they’re okay.”

The bitter bile of anxiety for their safety mounted and threatened her sanity.

“There was no sign of anyone else.”

Her heart clenched. Hot tears bubbled into her eyes and streamed a trail down her cheeks. Tender masculine fingers gently brushed them away.

“We found only you. Just the way you are. Naked and feverish.”

Naked. The crash had happened so quickly.There hadn’t been time to dress.

The alarm had shrieked through the spaceship, ripping them out of their sleep pods, thrusting them into the smoky cabin. There hadn’t been any time to do anything except yell directions at each other in a desperate effort to try and find out what had gone wrong, and pray they’d be able to fix it before they hit the planet or, at the very least, pray they would die a quick death upon impact.

Maybe her sisters’ prayers had been answered? Maybe they were dead?

A sob caught in her throat. For a moment, she thought she might be sick, but she quickly gathered her shattered emotions as she realized one shred of hope remained.

The last time she’d seen her sisters, they were alive. They’d been bruised and battered, but they’d all gotten out of the wreck.

They’d swum with her through the endless, brown-water swamp. One on each side of her, making sure they stayed together, making sure she kept her head above water while exhaustion and pain had tugged at her.

She remembered reaching the shore and collapsing only to wake up here with this man’s head buried between her legs.

Piper inhaled a deep, steady breath.

Okay. Her sisters had survived the crash. So where were they? Why had they left her alone?

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Piper,” she whispered.

“These others. Are they in the same danger you were in?”

“Yes, we…” she hesitated, not quite sure what to reveal to him. She remembered the message her three brothers had sent back with their spaceship when it had returned to Earth without them over two years ago.

They’d said women ruled this planet. They’d said men weren’t allowed to be educated. They weren’t even supposed to speak unless spoken to and were considered nothing more than slaves.

That’s why the three of them, her and her sisters had decided to come here to search for their brothers and take them back home away from this insanity.

Yet, this man was talking. He seemed normal enough. Except for him tongue-fucking her…

Okay, so maybe this type of behavior was normal for men around here. Maybe not.

This just wasn’t the time to pussyfoot around. She needed to tell this guy the truth.

“We’re…looking for the Hero brothers. Joe, Ben and Buck,” she explained.

At her words, there was the slightest tightening of his lips. Other than that, there was no indication he knew who she was talking about.

Desperation clawed at her insides. The weakness claiming her grew stronger. She had to get answers before she caved in and blacked out.

“Do…you know them?” She blinked away the black waves hovering in front of her eyes. “Have you any idea…where they are?”

He shook his head.

The gentle caressing of his fingers against her jaw stopped. The warmth in his blue eye slowly vanished and turned to ice.

Piper shivered.

His lips tightened into a thin line.

“Rest. You are very weak. I will brew a broth for you.”

He was right. She was so weak she could barely think straight. Could barely sense the odd change in his demeanor.

Her eyes fluttered sleepily. She forced them to stay open. She needed to stay awake.

Needed to focus. Needed to find them.

“What about my…sisters?” she whispered. “Please…go and look for them.”

“I will go. Do not worry.”

Relief spilled through her, and this time she couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering closed.

“Thank you. Thank…you so much,” she whispered.

Blackness swooped in around her and Piper slept.

* * * * *

“Where are you going?” Jarod asked a few minutes later when he found his friend stuffing food into one of their tattered knapsacks.

Taylor looked up at him, his warm brown eyes filled with excitement. “I was listening at the doorway. Heard what she said about the other females. I’m going to look for them.”

Uneasiness slithered through him. The last thing they needed was to take any chances with the words of this woman. She could be lying.

“It is not safe. You should not go.”

“But you said you would go. Instead, I’ll take your place.”

“I only agreed because she was upset. She cannot heal if she is upset. Besides you very well know this woman could have been sent into The Outer Limits on a mission to destroy those talking Hero males or to recapture us.”

“I don’t think she is one of them. I have been forced to fuck every woman in every hub for miles around. I have not seen this one before. Have you?”

“No, but it’s not a chance I’m willing to take. She could have been recruited from somewhere else.”

Taylor frowned. “You would sacrifice two possible innocents because you don’t trust women?”

Without hesitation, Jarod nodded.

“I know you’ve sworn off women, but I haven’t,” Taylor said softly.

“Fine! If you’re so desperate for a fuck, then use the one we have here,” Jarod growled.

To his utter shock, he realized if Taylor so much as took him up on his offer or touched a hair on her head, he would kill him.

As if reading his thoughts, Taylor smiled.

“Deny it all you want but I saw the way you cared for her when she was ill. I saw the tenderness in your hands as you washed the fever sweat from her aroused body. I watched the frantic way you devoured her pussy while she was trapped in her sex dreams in hopes she would open her pretty brown eyes.”

Taylor hoisted the knapsack onto his back. “Admit it. You like her and she is petite, just the way you like them. If I remember correctly, you always preferred to fuck the petite women in the hubs. You said their channels were tighter than all the others and your orgasms were more powerful. Now that you have had your first taste of a woman in over two years, you will not be able to stop yourself from taking this one… Even though you say you hate women for enslaving us…perhaps you can avenge your lusts on this one, my friend? Perhaps then you will be in a better mood, and not bite my head off every time dinner is not to your taste?”

“You are a bad cook. And I told you, I do not want her,” Jarod lied.

Anger seethed inside him at the thought he wanted this woman. Maybe wanted was the wrong word. Craved. That was the proper word.

He craved to touch her heart-shaped face, run his fingers over her silky cheeks, taste her succulent lips and to tangle his fingers into those soft, brown tresses that draped down to the middle of her back, and he craved to pry apart her pussy lips once again and plunge his tongue into her and drink her sweet sex cream from her body.

Jarod licked his lips, remembering that she’d tasted sweeter than any other woman he’d serviced.

He frowned and chastised himself. It was only his training speaking to him. Since he’d been a youngster, he’d been trained to please women. He’d had many of them. And he’d never craved them like he now desired this delicious female.

Lust and sex were a hard habit to break.

As if trying to prove to himself that this woman named Piper meant nothing to him, he said, “I told you, she’s all yours to do with what you wish.”

“And I told you if she was all mine, you would have allowed me to fuck her by now. She would have awoken from her sex dreams much sooner. No woman can sleep through the pleasures I can bring them.” He pursed his lips as if in thought. “Now that you mention it, maybe you should go out and look for those other females, I’ll stay here and enjoy this one.”

“You are losing daylight,” Jarod snapped, not at all amused with Taylor’s suggestion.

A knowing grin washed over his friend’s face. “Thought you would see it my way. Besides, if we are lucky I will be bringing back two more females we can enjoy. I always preferred having sex with more than one of them at the same time.”

Jarod couldn’t help but shake his head in disappointment. The last thing they needed in their camp was females ordering them around.

“We can’t afford anyone finding us here. Only bring them back if they are injured and need tending. Make sure to use a blindfold so they won’t know our location.”

“And if they aren’t injured?”

“Take your liberties then scare them away.”

“I cannot bring one or both of them back? She says they are her sisters.”

“I do not care what she says. We cannot have any women here. They are too dangerous. Once this one is healthy, we will bring her to the edge of The Outer Limits and send her back to where she came from.”

Taylor nodded solemnly.

When he started to limp away, guilt slammed into Jarod. His friend’s leg had been broken during the Slave Uprising years ago and had never healed properly. Despite the pain that etched his face on a continuous basis, Taylor never complained.

“You should stay the night. Rest your leg. We can both start out in the morning,” Jarod called out to him.

“If they are out there and drank too much of the swamp water, they may already be dead from the fever sex dreams. But there is still a chance…”

“Perhaps I should go instead…” He chastised himself for offering to go. The chances were good that if there were others in the Fever Swamps as she’d said, they might also have been infected, and he didn’t look forward to orally taking another woman’s pleasure cream in order to drain the fever from her body. Truthfully, he preferred to stay here with Piper, just in case she relapsed. Having her succulent pussy in his mouth was a delicacy he couldn’t resist.

“I know the swamps like the back of my hand, Jarod. And I know all the shortcuts. So you go ahead and enjoy the female while I am gone.”

Taylor winked, and then sauntered off into the surrounding forest.

Jarod exhaled an annoyed breath. He didn’t like it when Taylor toyed with him about women. He’d made it perfectly clear he would never go near one again.

What had happened with this woman hadn’t been his choice. She’d drank the intoxicating brown water and suffered the dreams. What else should he have done? Left her to die from lack of orgasms? Sucking her pussy cream from her fevered body, and bringing her to orgasm over and over again was the only known cure.

He could have let Taylor do the deeds. Could have let Taylor bring her from the edge of death. But he hadn’t been able to allow his friend to care for her. He’d wanted to take care of her himself, and now he was going to suffer for his sympathy toward her.

He should have remembered women inflicted pain, imposed control and only wanted sex from males.

He should have remembered he was free now. And he planned to stay that way. He would never allow another woman to dominate him again. He would never go back to the life of a sex slave.

He would die before he let that happen.

Chapter Two

Piper was having another wild sex dream.

No.

Not a dream.

This was reality, just like the last time.

Someone was squeezing her nipples—twisting them, until the nerve endings cut a deep line of fire straight down to her pussy.

Her eyes fluttered open on a moan.

It was
him
. The one-eyed stranger called Jarod.

He must have been touching her breasts for quite some time because her nipples were on fire, burning and aching with sheer ecstasy. She stifled the urge to whimper her arousal, and through lowered lashes, she studied him closely.

Oh, boy, was he ever built.

Nicely shaped muscles flexed in his biceps as his fingers moved against her throbbing nipples. He hadn’t seen her watching him, his one good eye was busy staring at her belly or maybe at her muff.