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Not soon enough, she maneuvered into the same position as yesterday. The fabric rode up her legs, exposing long, firm thighs. This time, I vowed not to drop her like an animal onto my coil. I’d let her do as she pleased.
“Be my guest.” I waved one hand over my shiny coil.
She laughed, but her heart wasn’t in it. Her nipples grew to stiff points where the white fabric stretched at the buttons, and I wanted to suckle them. Her unbearable, enticing linnea scent overwhelmed me.What do I do with my hands?
“Um…” She bit her lip, like I wanted to. “Can you hold it up? You’re so big you keep tipping over.”
My calloused palm squeezed the life out of the base of my overeager coil. She began to rub back and forth over my plump head, concentrating on her little bundle of nerves in a slow circular motion. What had she called it? Her clit. She closed her eyes and, free from inspection, I took in every expression on her face. Eager, content, ravenous, they all loved my coil. My mind chanted,Mate. Mate. Mate… I couldn’t help it when my other hand released the blanket and landed firmly on her waist. Blant professional mating, I wanted all that undiluted emotion in a wide-eyed, ravenous gaze pointed directly at me.
“This okay?” I grunted.
“Oh, God.” She sighed. “It’s more than okay.”
“I meant my hand,” I said through clenched teeth, struggling not to thrust. It felt so good.
She circled her hips once more and slowly sank. Planted deep inside her, my forehead ridge broke out in sweat as I forced myself to remain still—a near-impossible task.
“Your hands… Holy shit, these ridges.” Her chest heaved, and the buttons gaped, exposing the smooth pink fabric covering herbreasts. “Do whatever you want with your hands.” Her words broke up as she panted.
Immediately, I smoothed my hands over the straining fabric, clinging to her soft mounds and kneading, drawing out moans. A revelation occurred to me while she milked me. When my coil shuttled inside her like this, she’d agree to almost anything I asked. She liked joining with me. After the ego hit I’d taken earlier today, I’d soak that up.
With permission to touch her granted, my thumb found her clit at the top of her folds and rubbed. The other ducked under her shirt, pushed down the slippery covering, and plucked her nipple.
“Holy shit, JayJay, keep going…so good.” She groaned, increasing her rhythm.
My chest rattled. In Ginger’s presence, my rumba had a mind of its own, a loud one. I tried to quiet myself so I didn’t miss all the different ways she called my name in pleasure. Her back arched, and her head tipped back. My gaze caught on her slender neck, and I reached up with one hand and collared her in a light grip. I tapped my thick finger against her button. My heart raced. Each time she slid down my length, I matched her rhythm with an upward thrust.
Seconds later, her body pulsed, trembled and went limp. Her forehead dipped to my chest, and she melted against me.
So close. My thighs hummed, strung tighter than bow strings.
“Keep going, JayJay,” she gasped, rocking against me. “I need your cum.”
Mate. Mate. Mate. My need to claim lashed just below the surface. Control slipped as I cupped both hands under her plump cheeks and thrust into her. All the way out. All the way in. Her warm, wet grip squeezed every ridge just right. I released into her, my rumba so loud the entire cave would know my claim.
“Yes, that was perfect.” Ginger nuzzled my collarbone.
I wrapped my arms around her back and just held her. Walking away from her again was not an option. The emotional distance I’d tried to maintain evaporated. I could no longer ignore that a part of me had connected to Ginger, and with each joining, it grew stronger. She’d leave me all too soon, and I had no idea how I would cling to my sanity when she did. But she had dreams to fulfill, and they didn’t include me or Tern.
For this moment, I’d appease the part of me that had claimed her as mate and cherish her like my own. My hand ran up and down her spine, my fingers dipped into the silky hair along her nape and my rumba gentled to a slow purr. Her scent flooded my nose as I pressed my lips below her ear.
Is it wrong to hope she still needs me?
18
Nebula’s Technicolor display seemedto burst from thin air. She pranced over the aqua-colored moss to the blankets and curled into the depression I’d just left beside JayJay. Is she lonely? What if she was the last remaining dorat on Tern and theFires That Cleansehad destroyed the others? That would be the worst kind of hell.
My gaze shifted to JayJay. Under our glossy ebony dome, he smiled in his sleep. Just because my past relationships had never stuck didn’t mean I never wanted someone special in my life.
JayJay’s sleepy purr muffled my shuffling around in my suitcase. I cradled the armor I’d made for him in my lap. Thenap of the thick leather glided under my fingertips, and each interconnected lunal ring that formed the chain mail glowed in the dim orange light. When he woke, would his eyes light up the same way as when I’d given him the elephant charm bracelet?
Nebula’s gaze assessed the offering, and her tail flicked as if to say, ‘That’s acceptable. Now be on your way.’
I didn’t want to lead him on now that I knew the strings attached to gift giving, but his clothes were useless. He had an important job, and he needed to be clothed properly. If there was one tiny thing I could give back to him, it was functional clothing. Nebula nested perfectly in the curve of JayJay’s elbow and my heart swelled. Instead of remaining detached and focused on my health, my stupid heart had gotten involved.
I needed to focus on rebuilding my career, not starting a relationship when I’d be returning to Earth as soon as I could. A bit of distance should do the trick. I buckled up my suitcase and tip-toed out of the cave.
The new lights in the tunnel matched my bright smile. Today, my joints rolled smoothly as if freshly oiled. The suitcase that trundled behind me, echoing over each bump, was the only thing preventing me from jogging. Though I didn’t know how long the results would last, I was going to suck up every moment of vitality. A retro tune found its way to my lips, and by the time I reached the command center, I was full-on singing.
