New Species 13 Smiley (4 page)

He pressed tighter against her and released her hip to
tangle his fingers in her hair as he deepened the kiss. He tasted of
cherry—probably what had flavored his soda. The pain faded to be replaced by
need. She wanted Smiley more than she’d ever wanted any man. Her breasts ached
and the desire to rub against him, feel him inside her became so intense she
moaned from the need.

“Let her go,” a deep voice demanded. “Smiley!”

Smiley broke the kiss and turned away to shoot a fierce look
at Brass. “You’re not hitting her.” Smiley faced her again. It was too dark in
the alleyway to really see his eyes. “Let me take care of you. I can keep away
the pain with pleasure.”

“It’s a bad idea.” Brass lowered his voice. “Don’t forget
that she might be the one who dosed your drink.”

Smiley held her gaze. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t stand to
see her suffer, knowing the pain she’ll face.”

He freed his hand from her hair and gripped her hips,
rubbing against her. The feel of his stiff cock trapped inside his jeans
brushing against her excruciatingly swollen clit was heavenly. Raw pleasure had
her closing her eyes again and moaning louder. Part of her was horrified that
there were people around them, strangers, but it did take away the pain. She
clutched at Smiley as if he were a lifeline. He’d become one. She spread her
legs and wrapped them around his hips, locking herself to him.

“Secure the perimeter,” Smiley demanded. “Give us privacy.”

“Fuck,” the angry-sounding Brass muttered. “You heard him.
Lock this area down and give them space. Eyes elsewhere.” He paused. “At least
get her inside the building, Smiley.”

She barely heard the words as Smiley continued to rock his
hips, thrusting against her in a slow rhythm that made thinking impossible. Her
clit was so sensitive she couldn’t focus on anything else but that firm rhythm
of his sex against hers. It was the most powerful awareness of a man she’d ever
experienced.

His hands left her hips and slid to her ass, cupping both
cheeks and grinding their bodies together more effectively. Vanni buried her
face against his neck and opened her mouth, desperate to taste any part of him
since he’d stopped kissing her. She licked him just under his ear then latched
on to his earlobe, lightly sucking it.

He shuddered against her and made a sexy sound. His mouth
found her throat and he brushed kisses there. “Vanni.”

Her name on his lips made her burn up inside. It might be
just another hot flash but she didn’t care. She couldn’t get close enough to
Smiley with their clothes on. She needed to feel his skin and she ached to have
him inside her. An image flashed in her mind—what it would feel like if they
were naked and he fucked her—sending her into orgasm.

Vanni released his ear and pressed her lips against his
throat, crying out. Her entire body shook from the force of it. Ecstasy tore
her away from any sense of reality while she rode out the mother of all
climaxes.

Smiley stilled his hips, his breathing harsh. “I’m here. I’ve
still got you.”

She slowly became aware of their surroundings again. The
night air chilled her skin. Her skirt was hiked up and bunched between her
thighs and his jeans. His cock was hard and pressed firmly against her pussy
through the layers of clothing. She hadn’t come in her underwear since she was
a teenager messing around with her first boyfriend, too afraid to have sex for
fear of it hurting when she lost her virginity.

“Oh god,” she whispered.

His big hands gentled the firm hold he had on her ass and he
inched away a little, unpinning her from between him and the SUV. She opened
her eyes and glanced around. Four men stood about thirty feet away in the dark
alley, in front of the vehicle. Their backs were turned and they seemed to be
guarding the entrance from the street. A car passed but didn’t slow.

She turned her head. The door to the hotel had been closed
and a black-clad guard blocked it. She looked toward the back of the vehicle
and saw more guards posted down the alley. They were faced away too, but seemed
to be there to make sure no one stumbled across her and Smiley.

“Vanni?”

Embarrassment was a horrible thing but she had to meet his
gaze. The look of concern on his handsome face only made it worse. “Put me
down.”

She lowered her legs along the outside of his when he did as
she requested. Her knees shook, threatening to buckle under her weight when she
stood. Smiley released her and she retreated, letting him go. The tremors grew
worse and she leaned against the side of the SUV to stay upright on her own.

“Are you still in pain?”

She couldn’t speak but shook her head. She’d just dry-humped
him in an alley behind a bar. Her parents would be appalled at her wanton
behavior and so would anyone who knew her. Smiley wasn’t to blame. She’d
practically begged him to help her and he had.

“It’s not over.”

“What?” She must not have heard him correctly.

“It can last for hours.”

“No. That—”

“It’s a short reprieve that some of us feel after finding
release but within minutes the symptoms return.”

“No.” She didn’t want to believe that.

He took a few steps back. “Brass?”

The New Species turned around and rushed closer from his
position at the front of the SUV. Smiley met him halfway.

“Make sure they bag our drinks. I didn’t drink all of mine.
Maybe we can find fingerprints on the glass that will prove her innocent. One
of the hotel guests might have put the drug in some of the empty glasses and
just waited for them to be used.”

“It’s already done.” Brass kept his voice low. “We’re taking
everything to Homeland to test. We need to get out of here. The reporters want
to know what happened to cause us to lock down the bar and they are
interviewing the humans who were inside at the time. Justice is refusing to
answer their questions until we’re under way but they might obtain security
feeds. They don’t record sound but they do have video. It’s only a matter of
time before they realize she’s missing.”

Vanni’s eyes widened when wetness seeped down her thighs. It
had to be because she’d just come but it was a lot. Her nipples beaded until it
was painful and a sharp, stabbing sensation jolted her vagina and spread upward
to her rib cage. She gasped and doubled over.

“Vanni!” Smiley was at her side an instant later, one hand
gripping her shoulder and one on her hip.

She couldn’t breathe. Agony tore through her center and the
only thing keeping her from hitting the pavement was Smiley’s hold on her. Her
heart beat so rapidly she wondered if she’d have a heart attack. Pain stabbed
her chest. She lifted her head and was blinded by tears as she tried to stare
into his eyes. He had to be aware of her distress.

“Let me help you.”

She nodded. She’d do anything, try anything, to make it
stop. He shifted his hold and forced her upright. It helped as she sucked in a
lungful of air before the tears seeped down her cheeks. He released her hip and
wiped them away with his thumb.

“I’m right here. I’ll do whatever you need.”

She needed him to make the pain go away. Kissing him and his
touch turned the pain into pleasure. It was almost instinct to fist his shirt
and yank him closer. The sound of ripping material was shocking. He was taller
but she used her other hand to grab a handful of his black hair, pulling it to
get his mouth down to hers. Her lips met his when he tilted his head and she
was the one to kiss him frantically.

The agony faded into sexual need. She didn’t care about
anything except trying to climb his tall frame. He helped by hooking an arm
around her waist and lifting her off her feet. Loud moans tore from her when
she wrapped her legs around his waist once more. She was the one who started to
move, grinding her pussy against the front of his pants.

He tore his mouth away and turned his head. “Slow down,” he
panted.

“No.” She focused on his exposed throat and latched her open
mouth on it, licking and nipping at him.

“Fuck.” His voice deepened.

She wanted to, badly. It meant releasing either his hair or
his shirt though. She let go of his shirt and reached down, trying to work her
fingers between their stomachs to locate the snap of his jeans. He bowed his
back enough to give her room to do it and she clawed at the front of his pants.
He suddenly turned and she was trapped between his body and the SUV again. He
pinned her there and reached up with his free hand to untangle her fingers from
his hair.

“Slow down,” he demanded.

She pulled away from his throat and struggled in his grasp.
He let go and she gripped his jaw, turning his face enough to kiss him again.
Her tongue delved into his mouth and she moaned.

“We have someone on the hotel roof!” a man yelled. “This is
Shane. Send someone up there now!”

Vanni ignored the warning. She gripped Smiley’s hips with
her thighs and writhed against the bulge in his pants, moving up and down
against him. It felt really good on her clit but she wanted more.

“Smiley!” one of the men yelled. “Get her under cover.”

Smiley pulled her away from the SUV, holding her tightly
against his body with her arms and legs wrapped around him. He took a few steps
and turned, getting them both inside the SUV. She ended up straddling his lap
with his ass perched on the edge of the seat to give her legs room so they
weren’t crushed between it and him. Someone slammed the door, sealing them
inside.

Vanni went for Smiley’s mouth. They were in the roomy
backseat of the SUV and alone. The windows were tinted and she hoped no one
could see in. He kissed her with enough passion to steal her breath. She
wiggled on his lap, frantic to come again.

Smiley broke his mouth from hers, leaving both of them
panting. “I’m rolling you. Spread your thighs.”

She didn’t want to let him go but he forced the issue when
he gripped her hips and lifted her, turning at the same time. She fell back
flat on the leather seat and he scooted all the way to the door, still holding
her. One of her legs was trapped between his hips and the back of the seat. He
jerked her closer, until her ass was against his side.

“Open up for me.”

It was a struggle to do as he asked when she wanted to lunge
up and climb on his lap again. He let go of her hips and fisted her skirt,
shoving it up to her stomach, and used his other hand to grip her inner thigh
and push it toward the front compartment. It hit the passenger-side seat. He
released it and she cried out when his fingers snagged the center of her
underwear. One strong tug and they were torn away. His thumb rubbed over the
wet seam of her pussy and upward, caressing her clit.

Vanni threw back her head at the teasing touch and arched
her hips. “Yes.”

“I’m here. Trust me to take care of you.”

It felt too good and she thrashed on the seat, clawing at
the leather above her head. She didn’t want to dig her nails into Smiley and
hurt him. It was the only sane thought she had. It might cause him to stop
playing with her throbbing clit. It was the center of her world at that moment,
aching so much it seemed her heart had traveled down there and she was sure he
could take her pulse.

His hand returned to her hip, shoving her down to keep her
flat on the seat. Vanni closed her eyes. Every muscle in her body seemed to
tense and then she cried out, coming hard. She sucked in air and would have
screamed if Smiley hadn’t released her hip and bent forward, his hand clamping
down over her mouth.

She opened her eyes, staring into his. They were barely
discernible in the dim SUV. His face was just a shadow but she could make out
the shape of his eyes. His thumb circled her clit, causing her to jerk as the
climax continued to roll through her. She grabbed at his wrist, just needing to
touch him.

He pulled his fingers from her clit and lifted his hand away
from her mouth. “Sorry. There’s someone on the roof of the hotel and you looked
about ready to scream. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She lay spent, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were
spread open and her skirt was bunched around her waist. Smiley lay half over
her while her sprawled position took up most of the bench seat. She hoped he
couldn’t see her face any better than she could see his. Heat rose to her
cheeks. The desire to close her legs and shove her skirt down to cover her
exposed pussy was strong but she couldn’t muster the strength to do it.

“I’m sorry I got aggressive.”

She winced. “Me too.”

“It’s the drug. Go ahead and pull my hair, tear my shirt and
bite me all you want.”

It sank in that she’d done all those things as memory
surfaced. She released his wrist and reached up, feeling the front of his tank
top. It was torn open and she felt his warm skin.

“I’m so sorry.” She tried to see his neck where she’d been
kissing him, wondering if she’d done more than lightly nip him, but couldn’t
make it out. “I bit you?”

“You can’t hurt me, Vanni. It felt good.”

Her gaze lowered between them but the shiny ring on her left
hand snagged her attention. Reality bitch-slapped her. “Oh my god, I’m engaged.”

The sound Smiley made was a growl and groan combined. “I saw
the ring but hoped it was just jewelry.”

She closed her eyes. Carl would never forgive her for what
she’d done with Smiley. He’d be furious and hurt. It wouldn’t matter why it had
happened or that she hadn’t meant to fool around with someone else.

“Vanni?”

She looked at Smiley when he shifted over her. He rose
enough for some of the light in the alley to reach his face and she could make
out his gorgeous brown eyes again. She hated the sad look in them.

“We can ride this out without me entering you. I can handle
myself and take care of you while we suffer the effects of the drug. Just don’t
be offended. I’m in serious pain.”

“You are?” She felt stupid and selfish hearing that. “I
forgot that you’re drugged too.”

“Yes. I need release or I might snap. I respect your status
with another male and don’t want you to hate me. I just don’t want you afraid
when I free my dick. I’m not going to force you to take me. Don’t look.”

He’s going to masturbate
. No guy had ever done that
in front of her before. She averted her gaze when he sat up and unfastened his
pants. He lifted off the seat to shove his pants down enough to get them out of
the way. Curiosity was strong but she resisted. He sat back down and his bare
skin rested against the side of her leg, which was between him and the seat. He
turned a little and cleared his throat.

“You’re safe with me.”

She braved looking at his face. “I understand.” It was
probably the most awkward moment of her life. She was half naked and he had his
lap exposed. They were practically strangers. Her clit started to heat up and
her nipples beaded. She was learning the signs.

“It’s about to happen again.” Her breathing increased, her
stomach muscles quivered and a dull pain began to build between her thighs. “When
will this drug leave our systems?”

“It could be hours.”

“I won’t survive it.”

“You will.”

His hand caressed her thigh and she bit her lip. “That feels
good.”

“May I enter you with my fingers? I’m afraid you’re going to
hurt tomorrow if I continue to only touch you here.” His thumb brushed across
her sensitive clit.

Instant pleasure shot through her just from that light
touch. She nodded. The damage was done. She’d already cheated on Carl. She
reached up and gripped the edge of the seat, fighting the temptation to squirm
under his thumb to keep him stroking her. The pain returned with a vengeance.

“Smiley,” she panted, “it’s getting bad.”

He drew circles with the pad of his thumb across the bud of
her sex and she adjusted her thigh to keep her legs open. The seat under her
moved a little when Smiley turned toward her.

“Look at me, Vanni.”

She locked gazes with him and moaned when he turned his hand
enough to brush his fingers against the folds of her pussy. He cupped her there
and his fingertip gently breached her pussy. She arched against him, wanting
more. It was incredible and she moaned.

“You’re so tight.” His voice deepened. “My dick is envious.”

She turned her head, unable to fight the temptation anymore.
It took some twisting on the seat but she stole a glance at his lap. It was in
shadow but she could make out his cock. He was big and his other hand was
wrapped around the base. It fascinated her and she couldn’t look away.

He inserted his finger deep inside her and she cried out.
Amazing. His motion changed from drawing light circles across her clit to
rubbing up and down while he fucked her with his thick digit. She rolled her
hips, straining to meet his slow pace. The sight of him fisting his cock and
stroking it to the same tempo as his finger turned her on more.

“Faster,” she urged, wanting to come fast and hard.

“I don’t want to be too rough.”

Vanni let go of the seat and reached down and grabbed his wrist.
She bucked her hips wildly, riding his finger. His thumb slipped off her clit
but it didn’t matter. The feel of him inside her, any part of him, was enough
to have her thrashing and moaning, lost in fervor.

He responded by groaning deeply and she grew excited
watching his hand pump his cock faster. It was hotter than hell to her and she
wished there was better lighting. His cock looked thicker and bigger than any
guy she’d ever slept with. She imagined what it would feel like to have him
stretching her pussy and she climaxed, crying out his name.

Her vaginal muscles seized around his finger, twitching
strongly enough that she was aware of every one. Smiley tore his wrist away,
withdrawing his finger abruptly. He grabbed his cock with both hands. She watched
him wrap his fingers around the shaft. He threw his head back, eyes closed,
mouth open. He didn’t make a sound but his entire body jerked and she looked
down, watching him shoot his release. Thick streams of semen jetted out before
he wrapped the head of his cock within his palm and turned away on the seat. It
left her staring at his wide shoulders. He quivered a few times and his
breathing was erratic.

Smiley recovered faster than she did. He straightened in the
seat, his back still turned, and pulled his torn tank top over his head. She
guessed he used it to clean up. He finally faced her and their eyes met.

“Are you okay?”

It stunned her that he was concerned for her. “Yes.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

She wasn’t. Not even when he shifted on the seat and came
down on top of her. He braced his arms on both sides of her and his face
hovered inches above hers. He was close enough to kiss. Her vision must have
adjusted to the dimness because she could make out his features a lot better
than before.

“I don’t have lotion.”

“Okay.”

“You’re soaked, babe. I need to rub against you to coat
myself or I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”

It took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. She
felt her cheeks heat up and hated the way she blushed so easily. “Oh. I
understand.”

He shifted a little more and she was surprised when his cock
rubbed against her pussy. He’d just come but he was still rock-hard. He didn’t
even need to use his hands but instead adjusted his hips to slide the shaft
along her slit. Her gaze locked with his and she again realized just how sexy
he was. The streetlight coming in through the front of the SUV illuminated his
face clearly.

The pain hadn’t returned yet but she wanted to kiss him. He
rolled his hips, sliding the tip of his cock against her clit. She moaned and
he froze.

“Don’t do that,” he rasped. “You have no idea how much I
want you. I’d die just to possess you once. You’re so beautiful, Vanni.”

No man had ever said that before. It might just be a line he
used but the sincere look in his eyes made her believe him. She didn’t plan to
touch his face but it happened anyway. She just couldn’t resist cupping his
cheeks.

“Really?”

“I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

She bit her lip and took a deep breath. Her gaze shifted
from his eyes to the ring on her left hand. She let go of his face and reached
behind him. She tugged the engagement ring but it didn’t want to budge. Vanni
was persistent. When the band slid off, she let it drop to the floor of the
SUV.

Smiley moved to the right a little and stared down at the
discarded ring. He frowned then looked at her. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m too honest and will have to tell my fiancé about what
happened between us. He’ll never marry me. It’s over.”

“He can’t blame you if you had no part in our drugging.”

“You don’t know him. I don’t think I knew him as well as I
thought either, until recently. It’s okay. I think I’m doing both of us a favor
by taking that off.”

A hot flash hit and she closed her eyes, breathing through
it. Smiley lifted to put more room between their bodies and sat up. She reached
out a hand and he grasped it, holding on tightly.

“It’s going to pass. I’m right here with you.”

She opened her eyes and used his tight grip to pull herself
into a sitting position. She had to scoot away from him a little to do it. “I
need you.”

“Lie back down.”

Her hands trembled as she gripped her shirt, trying to get
it off but feeling too shaky to undress. Sweat poured off her. “Get these
clothes off me.”

He hesitated.

“Please?”

He brushed her hands aside and yanked her shirt over her
head. His gaze lowered to her bra and he licked his lips.

“All of it. Please. I’m so hot.”

“I could turn on the engine and run the air-conditioning.”

“Please?” Panic gripped her. “I’m burning up!”

He leaned forward, reached around her, unclasped the bra and
tugged it off with an efficiency that bespoke experience. The skirt came off
next, the elastic waist making it simple for him to tug it down her legs. Her
panties were destroyed and she had no idea where her shoes were. She couldn’t
remember losing them but they were gone.

“Fuck.” Smiley didn’t try to hide his thorough examination
of her bare body. “You’re perfect.”

The hot flash passed and she wished she’d kept some of her
clothes on. Carl had gifted her with a gym membership to lose fifteen pounds
before their upcoming wedding. Smiley didn’t seem to mind those extra curves as
he openly admired her with a hungry expression. He didn’t point out her flaws.
She reached for him.

“Kiss me.”

He hesitated. “We should partially cover you.”

The rejection hurt her feelings and she shrank away. “I’m
sorry.”

He was there in an instant, scooting across the seat. “For
what?”

She drew up her knees in a sad attempt to cover her breasts
and shield her pussy from his view. “I suck at being forward.”

His fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulder and he
stroked her arm with the back of his knuckles. She smothered a moan. Her body
was turned-on and she didn’t seem to have an off switch. To her senses, even
the barest touches seemed amplified.

“Vanni? Look at me.”

It took courage but she did it. Their gazes locked.

“Talk to me. How are you trying to be forward? I’m unsure of
what you mean. Be blunt. What are you thinking?”

She’d always been a bit shy and passive when it came to sex.
Of course she’d never been dosed with a drug that made her breasts feel heavy
and ache to be touched. Her pussy throbbed so much it was turning into real
pain.

“I took off the ring.” She swallowed. “I need you.” It was
difficult to tell him that she wanted him to fuck her and she couldn’t get
those exact words out. “You, um, don’t have to take care of yourself. We could
help each other.”

That soft growly groan he uttered was sexy and made her
ache.

“I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow after the drug is out
of your system. You’ll regret it.”

“Maybe.” She decided to be honest. “But tomorrow isn’t right
now. And I won’t hate you. I’ll beat myself up if I have to blame someone. I
want you.”

“Are you certain?” He stopped stroking her arm.

“Yes.”

“Are you on the Pill or any form of birth control?”

“Yes and I have a clean bill of health. What about you?”

“Species don’t carry diseases.”

She lowered her gaze to his chest. He was muscular and broad-chested.
“You’re perfect too.” A stabbing pain shot up her spine. She clutched his upper
arm. “It’s starting again.”

He leaned closer and reached behind her seat. She wondered
what he was doing until the seatback reclined. She collapsed with it and
gasped. Smiley slid off the seat, breaking her hold on him, and fumbled with
something near his legs. The front driver’s seat clicked and he shoved it
forward. He straightened to his knees in the less cramped space between the
seats and gripped her thighs. One tug and her ass slid to the edge of the leather.
He wedged his hips between her spread thighs and bent over until his face
hovered inches above her own.

“I’ll be gentle.”

She was about to have sex with a stranger. She always
thought it would be impersonal and cold. It didn’t feel that way when he smiled.
It put her at ease. Smiley didn’t just enter her, he kissed her instead. She
wrapped one arm around his middle and the other over his shoulder, her hands
exploring the expanse of his back. He was warm and had silky-soft skin,
considering he looked so tough. He reached between them and massaged her clit.

She tore her mouth away from his and moaned. “I hurt.”

“Wrap your legs around me as high as possible.”

She didn’t argue or question him but pulled her knees higher
and clamped her inner thighs against his ribs. It trapped one of her arms under
his but he pressed his weight down to pin her there when she tried to wiggle it
free.

“Just allow me to lead this, Vanni. I’m going to make you
feel so good.”

The way he said it, so soft yet gruff, sent the good kind of
chills down her spine. He stopped playing with her clit and she wanted to
protest but before she could his cock brushed against the slit of her pussy.

“Relax,” he urged.

She wiggled, wanting him inside her too much to worry about
his size. “I can’t.”

He pressed tighter against her and she assumed he used his
hand to guide his shaft to the perfect spot. He found it and surged forward.
Vanni gasped, his cock stretching her vaginal walls as he pushed inside her.
She was extremely wet and ready to take him but he froze.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Don’t stop.” She wasn’t sure what was wrong but she dug her
heels into his lower spine. “Please.”

He made another soft sound in his throat. “I couldn’t if the
damn SUV caught fire. We’d burn. I’m just afraid I’m going to lose it and be
too rough. You feel too good.”

She bucked her hips. “I hurt for you.”

He pressed deeper inside her and she cried out. He was
really big. Her body seemed stretched beyond capacity. Concern hit her for a
split second. He went deeper and she clawed his back, frantically wanting him
to move faster. She’d been so sure it would hurt but he felt amazing.

“Too slow,” she gasped.

“I’m trying to be gentle, babe,” he murmured, his voice
gruff. “Fuck. The drugs are making you swell inside. We’re going to kill each
other. I’m terrified I’ll be too rough with you.”