Theron's Hope (Brides of Theron) (36 page)

“You did say that the night was young.  What else do you have planned for me?”  She used no words, just a look to tell him that she was the surprise.  He started to kiss her with a burning passion that he felt building throughout the night.  He picked her up in his arms and brought her to the bed room. 

She started to pull her auburn hair free from the pins that were holding it up and gave it a shake, letting all those large curls fall to her shoulders.  Gods she was sexy in that gown.  He unzipped her gown and she let it slip down her tall body to fall at her feet.  She was wearing a black lacey thing that pushed her breasts up and pulled in her waist.  It had wires to push up the beautiful creamy white skin of her breasts and it was fastened together in the front with a bunch of hooks.  He continued to look her down.  He saw the lacy panties she wore and these ribbons that held up her stockings.  When she stepped out of her dress and kicked it to the side, she left on her red strappy high heeled shoes.  What a sight she was to behold.

He did not know how long he stood there looking upon her beautiful body with her breasts pushed up high making them look full, though they were pretty full without the aid of this contraption.  He could not hold back any longer.  He went to her and gathered her in his arms kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with an unbridled passion.  She slipped his jacket off his shoulders letting it fall
to the floor.  The scent of his aftershave was prominent as his jacket disturbed the air around them as it fell.  She undid his tie and threw it to the side.  She unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time.  This was taking far too long.  He wouldn’t have minded if she had ripped the shirt opened, exposing his chest.  She undid the buckle of his belt and pulled it out of the loops, dropping it on the floor with a thud, and went to unbutton his pants and let them drop around his ankles. 

He stepped out of them removing his shoes and socks leaving him only in his underwear.  He wanted to keep her in what she was wearing.  Gods it was sexy.  She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the boxer-briefs he was wearing and as she pulled them down to the floor. She followed the progression of his briefs and used it as an excuse to take him in her mouth until he went so crazy insane with desire, that he grabbed her hands intending her to rise.  She stood slowly, making all of her movements more pronounced and defined.  It might have been that he was just paying more attention.  He kissed her passionately as he picked her up and put her on the bed.    He pointed at the bustier and asked, “What is this thing called?  I have never seen anything this sexy before.”

“It is a bustier.  The stockings are on a garter belt.” She looked down and snapped the elastic holding up her hose.  The sound of the band hitting her thigh just fired him up even more.  He returned to kissing her fervently.  She wanted this constraining piece of attire off of her because it was hard to catch her breath with it so tight on her chest.  She started unsnapping the hooks one by one and let her breasts fall free from their restraint, throwing it over the side of the bed to the floor.  He removed her stockings one by one and then the lacy thong as she arched her back to help him. He reached out to touch her skin that was now uncovered and on display for him and let his kisses find her neck as he continued moving downward until his lips covered her erect rose colored nipples.  She moaned at his attention to her breasts.  He reached between her legs wanting to feel for her readiness to accept him into her.  She was ready for him and he wasn’t going to make her wait, not tonight. 

“I want you Zane.  Take me now!”  She breathed into his ear.  He desired her more and more every day.  He could not get enough.  What was this hold she held over him?  She had him completely under her spell and with just a glance or a tilted smile she drove him wild with desire.  He entered so quickly that she jumped back with wide eyes and yelped in surprise.  Yet, she did not pull away.  Instead she wanted him in her deeper. She pushed him to his back and got on top of him controlling the speed and intensity of the sex.  She moved rhythmically but slow, completely at a rhythm that she herself dictated.  It was so sensual.  He could capture it with all his senses.  It was the soft feel of her skin as he placed his hands on her hips to help her rise and fall, the sweet taste of her kisses, the sight of her beautiful body as the dark red curls bounced on her shoulders with her efforts as well as her opulent breasts.  He could hear the soft moans that escaped from her lips as she rode him hard, and smell the scent of her body’s perfume.  It all was almost too much.

He wondered if he had the same effect on her but he had a feeling that he did.  He could see how she responded to him and how she couldn’t get enough of their bodies meeting together like this.  He noticed how she watched him, almost admiring him with her glances.  Is this what it meant to be a soul mate?  Is this what Michael felt when he looked at Emily?  He knew that Grace equated them to soul mates and believed that they both fell under a spell of love at first sight.  Was this what happened with them, love at first sight?  It got too hard to think anymore about these complex thoughts. The pleasure he was feeling was just too intense.  It was time to leave these thoughts behind and go with the belief that whatever drew them together was animal and physical as well as spiritual.  They were just meant to be together. 

As she screamed out her pleasure, he felt the contractions of her body on his cock causing him to let it all go.  He let it all sink into him, the feeling of love, and admiration, and pure animal lust that he felt for her.  It washed over him and left him as sated and complete as she said he made her feel.  His life was empty before her.  This fiery haired woman from the beach was something he could never live without ever again.  He remembered the first time he heard her laugh just as she kissed his neck and said to him into his ear just as he ran his fingers through her curls, “I love the way it feels when we make love.  I feel so wonderful with you like this.  God help you for the rest of our lives.  I don’t think that I will ever get enough of you.”

He laughed and she joined in.  Zane looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply. “I am glad to hear that.  I feel the same way as you do.  I would rather die than be without you.  My life was nothing before you.  I thank the Gods that they lead me to the beach that day to find you.  I love you so much Grace.  Stay with me forever.”

She looked in his eyes as she laced her fingers between his and said, “Forever Zane.  I will stay with you forever.”

The heavy realization that she was leaving today overcame her when she woke the next morning.  Had she done enough to make sure that everyone knew how much she loved them?  Was she absolutely sure that she had completed all the business that needed to be taken care of before she left?  Then she remembered that if she hadn’t, Michael would certainly be able to do it with the power of attorney. It started to dawn on her the similarities of the 102 year old heiress.  It was farfetched, but maybe there was a similar story here?  Maybe she was abducted as well and put all her money in a trust to be safely stored away just in case she needed to retrieve it later?  Could it possibly be this simple, yet this complex at the same time?  Who on this planet would believe a story like this without the evidence that Michael experienced firsthand.  Would her editor?  Surely, not!  He would compare this to some tabloid trash piece.  Maybe there was some truth in tabloid journalism? Maybe there was some validity in the pieces that they wrote that seemed too odd or strange to be true.  Hell, she was living one of those stories now.

Grace looked over to the other side of the bed.  Zane was not there.  He must have woken early and left the room so that he would not disturb her.  They shared a magical night last night.  It was getting better and better as they were learning what the other person liked and what turned them on.  She knew that she would have to let her life here go if she wanted to share her life with Zane.  There would be no other option because he could not stay here. He was needed on his planet just as he needed her to help carry on the proud race of the Theron Warriors.   She imagined her children with him. Children were an enterprise she never ever indulged in before meeting him.  She was going to miss her best friend Emily that was for sure.  How would Emily fare without her?  She didn’t want to think about it anymore. Thinking about it was just going to make her cry.  Besides, Emily had the best man on the planet by her side.  Michael would take great care of her and the kids.  She had no worries about that.

She rolled out of bed and after she got dressed started to pack her things.  It was hard to think about what she would need on his planet.  She did not have any clue about what the weather was like on his planet.  She went to pack the jewelry that was once her mothers and several heirloom pieces passed down many generations.  If she ever had a daughter, she would want her to have them.  Eventually, she gave up packing her outerwear.  Anything she would need to pack would take some input from Zane.  She went ahead and packed a small bag with some underwear, socks, several pairs of jeans, and several shirts and sweaters.  She threw in her hair brush and tooth brush just in case and zipped up the case.  This would get her to the planet at least.  She still did not have a clue how the clothes were washed on the ship and would have to remember to ask Zane as soon as she found him.  She put her bag next to the door and went out to find Zane.  She wanted an idea of what time they would be returning to the ship. 

He was in the kitchen with Jo drinking a cup of coffee with her and telling her about his date with Grace last night.  She was putting a plate piled high with pancakes in front of him when Grace walked in.  “Good Morning, Miss Grace.  I am making some pancakes for you too.  Have a seat and I will make you a cup of coffee.”  Grace sat next to Zane placing her hand on his back and rubbing it gently.  He kissed her on the forehead and drizzled syrup over his pancakes. 

Zane said, “Good Morning, my love.  I had a wonderful time last night.  I was just telling Jo about the opera you took me to last night.”  Jo looked back at the couple and smiled as she flipped the pancake that was on her spatula.  Grace took a sip of her coffee.  “Are you ready to leave today my love?”  He asked.  Concern clouded his eyes.  He knew that she would have a tough day today.  He had a great time here on the planet.  His time with her here was much better than he thought it would be.  He made several good friends, especially her cousin Michael.  It would be really hard for him to say goodbye to Michael and Emily, and the kids, especially Jacob.  They had really bonded the other night.

“I am just figuring out what to pack.  I don’t know what weather conditions to expect in your home town. It is actually a bit frustrating.  Do you think you could help me when we finish breakfast?”  She asked him.  He nodded with his mouth full of pancakes and maple syrup.  The anxiety was showing on her face but she knew that whatever happened, she was still going with him.  They were tied together now by forces unseen, by love and sacrifice.  She was determined to enjoy this new chapter of her life without regret so she pushed aside all the negative feelings and focused on the positive ones.

Emily and Michael were going to arrive in an hour with the children.  Em thought taking them to the park would be a good way for them to say goodbye.  After the outing to the park, Jillian would take them home and Michael and Emily would stay behind with Zane and Grace as they left to return to the ship. She hoped that she would have a friend like Emily on board the ship.  Avery was very nice but they were just getting to know one another. Besides, Emily wasn’t just a friend, she was a sister.  The relationship they shared was sisterly even though they were unrelated.

They ate breakfast in silence.  Jo was getting a feeling something was wrong.  She could see it on Grace’s face.  She knew her too well to know that something weighed heavy on her heart at this moment.  “Are you alright, Miss Grace?  You look like something is bothering you?”  She said with a genuine look of concern plastered on her face.

Grace knew she had to be strong and courageous.  She had to put on a face that showed less emotion.  She could do it.  She did it every time she interviewed a subject on a story.  She put aside her thoughts and fears as well as her own personal beliefs, and she asked the questions that were the focus of the story, in order to tell the people exactly what they needed to know.  Zane could see the mask of her determination sink into her face just like the time she questioned him on the ship after being so upset.  “No, there is nothing wrong Jo.  I am going to meet Zane’s parents and I am worried they will not like me as much as he does.  The only people who took care of me before he came were you and Michael.  The prospect of meeting the parents of the man I love is just a bit overwhelming.”