Rescuing Rory (6 page)

Kal was still half-dressed.

He didn’t stop kissing her. He nipped and licked and sucked at her lips until she was breathless. She returned the caress, wanting more of his taste, his heat.

He groaned and shifted his attention downward, leaving a hot trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone. Her nipples ached for his touch but he bypassed them this time and worked his way over her rib cage and around her waist until he reached her hips.

The thin string from her panties wrapped around her and he followed the slender strand with his tongue, laving her skin just above it. Rory moaned, unable to look away from him.

Kal glanced up and smiled.

A blast of heat washed over her and she knew her face was flushed. Her skin prickled and the wait became almost unbearable as she watched him slowly push himself up to finish undressing her.

Kal hooked his fingers beneath the thin band and slowly began to pull down the thong. She swallowed hard when her sex was finally exposed. He worked off her panties and tossed them aside.

“Spread your legs.” His voice was rough, his command one she couldn’t deny.

Rory spread her legs, totally self-conscious over the fact he could see every inch of her pussy. Only a small patch of reddish curls covered her mound. There was nothing hidden from his view.

He feathered his fingers over her slick folds. Rory’s gasp turned into a moan when the pad of his index finger stroked her swollen clit.

“So fucking wet.” He cupped her sex and held it in his hand, his touch possessive.

A flicker of fear ran through her but was quickly overwhelmed by passion when he slid one finger into her moist channel. His finger was thick and long but it wasn’t enough. It was more of a tease than anything. She wanted more.

“Kal.” His name was a breathy moan. It was impossible for her to think, to speak. Thankfully she didn’t have to.

Kal slid down on the bunk until half of him was hanging off the end. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pushed them high and wide. “Hold your legs open.”

Rory didn’t even think about denying him. She wanted what was coming next. She’d heard about men going down on a woman but she’d never actually experienced the sensual act.

Kal’s breath was hot against her sensitive skin. Rory held her breath and waited. He didn’t disappoint her. He swiped his tongue over her folds. Her hips came off the bed and she cried out as pure pleasure shot through her faster than a booster propulsion system shot a ship into deep space.

He gave a growl of satisfaction and slid two fingers into her snug passage, stretching her in the most delicious way. By the time he flicked her clit again she was panting heavily and wondering if she somehow wasn’t dreaming. Nothing could feel this good.

He closed his lips over the tiny nub and sucked. At the same time he worked his fingers in and out of her core. The entire world around her disappeared. All that existed was the intense pleasure Kal was giving her. She bucked against his hands, wanting him deeper, needing more of the delicious sensations rushing through her.

She cried his name and he pressed his tongue firmly against her clit just as he pushed his fingers deep. Rory’s entire body tensed and then she splintered apart. Her pussy spasmed, clenching his fingers, dampening them with her cream. Her entire body felt alive. Electrified.

Kal pulled away from her and she reached out to him, not ready for him to leave her yet. The smoldering look he gave her made her nipples tingle.

“I love the way your tits sway when you breathe heavy.” He shoved his flightsuit off and tossed it aside. “The way your pussy is hot and creamy.” He pushed the battlesuit down and stood beside the bunk totally naked.

Rory swallowed hard as she studied him. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His biceps and legs were sculpted muscle and his abs were rock-hard slabs. His cock was long and thick, the head broad and a deep reddish-purple in color. He knelt on the bed, coming over her.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name again.”

She didn’t know if she should be scared or not. All she knew was she wanted that too. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. She kissed him and could taste herself on his lips. It was sexy as hell. She deepened their kiss.

He shoved her thighs wide with his own, slid one hand under her ass and angled her lower body upward. She felt the press of his cock head against her opening. Suddenly she was more worried than aroused. Would it hurt? He was bigger than any lover she’d ever had.

As if sensing the change in her mood, he paused and then slowly pushed inward. She was swollen from her orgasm but he slid past the initial resistance. Since she was already wet, he sank deeper. All the while, he kept his gaze on her, watching her reaction.

“Look at us,” he told her.

Rory looked down to where they were joined. His thick shaft was about halfway inside her. While she watched the rest of his cock disappeared inside her. He was a part of her, stretching and filling her completely.

They were breathing heavily now, both of them poised on the edge of orgasm. Kal spread his knees for better leverage and began to thrust, keeping the strokes long and slow. Rory grasped his arms for support as he continued to plunge in and out of her pussy.

Nothing in her life had ever felt this good. She hated each time he pulled back to the edge, leaving her feeling empty. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his muscled ass.

He groaned and began to thrust faster and faster, his strokes shorter and harder. Rory moved with him and cried out when the head of his cock brushed a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

Kal swore and angled her body so his pelvis rubbed her clit with each thrust. Rory let go of all her troubles, all her thoughts, and simply rode the wave of pleasure to the crest and tumbled into oblivion. She squeezed his cock in rhythmic contractions as she came. He yelled and she felt the hot spurts of his cum as he filled her.

For some inexplicable reason, tears filled her eyes and several spilled over, running down her face. She turned away, hoping he wouldn’t see them, but that hope was in vain.

“Hey.” He caught her face and turned it back toward him. “Did I hurt you?” He wiped away several stray tears with his thumbs.

She shook her head. She couldn’t allow him to believe he’d injured her. “No, I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m crying.” She hated shedding tears. It was weak and she couldn’t afford to be anything but strong.

No matter that she and Kal had just had mind-blowing sex, Rory knew better than to depend on anyone but herself. “Just emotional, I guess.” All the men she’d ever known would take the excuse and accept it, happy not to have to discuss it.

And it seemed Kal was no different when he pulled out of her and strode to the bathroom. Rory lay there on the mattress, bereft without him inside her. She pulled her legs to her chest and yanked a blanket over herself.

Kal came out of the bathroom carrying a cloth in his hand. He obviously had no problem walking around naked. She admired him for that even as she hated him for it. He sat on the edge of the mattress and tugged at the blanket. Rory gripped it tighter. He simply pulled harder until she was forced to either release it or rip it.

She let go.

He made a low humming sound in the back of his throat as he wiped the tearstains from her face and then used the cloth between her thighs. She batted at his hands but he wouldn’t be deterred or denied. “I can do that,” she haughtily informed him.

“But why would you when I can do it for you?” He continued to wield the cloth until he was satisfied. Rory felt more exposed than she ever had dancing in front of a room full of men. This was so much more intimate.

When Kal was done, he tossed the cloth onto the small shelf by the bed and studied her intently. She fought not to squirm beneath his regard. For a space pirate, or mercenary, or trader or whatever he was, he saw too much. Rory feared he could see all the way to her soul.

He placed his hands on either sides of her hips, effectively caging her in. The expression on his face was intent. “Now we talk.”

Chapter Five

Kal didn’t know what he was doing. Why in the hell did he want to talk? He never wanted to talk after sex. Getting away as fast as possible was his usual procedure. It usually wasn’t a problem either as most of the women were just as happy to have him gone. But since Rory was in his room, aboard his ship, he couldn’t exactly run away. And he didn’t want to, which was even more confusing.

Her tears gutted him. He hated to see any woman cry but seeing silent tears roll down Rory’s face had almost brought him to his knees. He wanted to see her smile, which was crazy. He barely knew her. It had to be the sex. He’d had sex plenty of times since he first became aware of girls in his mid-teens but what had happened between him and Rory was in a class all its own.

She tried to tug the blanket over her but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both her hands and held them over her head, effectively chaining her to his bed. He didn’t want her to cover up, wanted to be able to see her gorgeous body.

She was still wearing her socks. In the heat of the moment he hadn’t thought to remove them and didn’t think she was even aware they were still in place. She looked adorable and very sexy totally naked but for feet. His dick responded to the sight and feel of her. It was still full and thick even though he’d just come. He was ready to go again but first he wanted answers.

Resentment made her eyes darken. Her lips tightened. There was no denying she wasn’t happy with him. For that, he was truly sorry, but he needed answers to the questions plaguing him.

“What do you want to know?”

He loosened his grip but didn’t release her. He wanted to be able to see her face and gauge her reactions. He didn’t think she’d lie, exactly, but he wasn’t convinced she’d tell him the entire truth either.

Why it was so important for him to know everything about her, he didn’t know. It just was. “What happened?” He ignored the way her entire body stiffened beneath him. “Our source told us that your father was a well-respected trading captain.”

Rory turned her face away and chewed on her bottom lip. Kal caught her chin and applied a steady pressure until she was forced to look back at him. “Bully,” she muttered.

He ignored the slight discomfort in the pit of his stomach but didn’t deny her allegation. “I’m waiting.”

“My father died and the loyal crew wasn’t as loyal as either he or I thought they were.”

Kal scowled. “I thought you said they helped raise you?” Or had she been lying about that.

“Yes, my father’s crew did help raise me but almost all of them were dead or retired by the time he died. Running a trader ship in deep space isn’t an easy job. People die every day due to accidents and medical emergencies. Not to mention there are always pirates who want to confiscate the ship and her goods.”

Rory narrowed her gaze. “Are you and your brothers pirates?”

“No.” That was one thing they’d never be. “We trade, legally when possible, illegally when we need to. We also handle security problems for smaller planets.” It was a far cry from the small mining planet where they’d grown up but it was the life they needed in order to find their sister. None of them made any apologizes for what they had to do.

She nodded as though he’d confirmed what she’d already suspected.

“What happened?” he asked. Going on instinct, he eased down onto the narrow bunk beside Rory, lifted her so she was lying on top of him and tugged the blanket over her.

He cupped her bare butt in his hands and tried to ignore the way her pussy rubbed against his erection. The damn thing had a life of its own, trying to burrow between her slick folds.

Rory gasped and levered herself above him. That only served to push her sex more snugly against his cock.

“How is that possible?” Her words were breathy and her eyes slightly unfocused. “You just came.”

“You inspire me,” he tossed back. He rolled so they were both on their sides, facing each another. It was probably better if they weren’t touching so intimately or they’d never finish this conversation.

I’m a fucking saint. Either that or I’ve totally lost my mind
. His dick was still poking Rory in the stomach but that was manageable. He hoped. The smart thing would be to climb out of bed, get dressed and then question her, but Kal didn’t want to lose the cloud of intimacy surrounding them. He told himself it was because it would make her more likely to talk and had nothing at all to do with how much he liked having her in his arms.

“So your father died,” he prompted and then winced when her eyes grew moist. He’d been around his brothers for so long he’d forgotten how to talk to a woman. He cursed himself for being so blunt. He promised himself he’d try to do better.

“I thought the crew was loyal.” She shrugged and gave a sad little laugh that tugged at his heart. “I don’t know what I thought. That I’d become captain. That a group of hardened long-distance traders would listen to me.” She tugged the blanket more securely around her shoulders.

She really was beautiful. Her body had captured his attention but her sad face and vibrant hair truly were lovely. “They took the ship.” It wasn’t a question. That kind of mutiny was all too common when a captain died in space. Only the most ruthless and cunning would be able to wrestle the men under control and keep them there.

“Yeah. Adam Brecker, my father’s new security specialist, took over. The damn man had only been on board for three months.”

Kal got a sinking feeling in his stomach. “What happened to your father?”

“System malfunction.” The anguish in her eyes tore at his heart. “I don’t know how it happened. He went down to one of the storage bays to check on an emergency beacon on one of the shipments. The darn thing wouldn’t shut off.”

“Why didn’t one of the other men go?” he asked.

Rory shrugged. “They were all busy and my father always pitched in. He did every job on the ship at one time or another. It was one of the reasons his crew respected him.”