What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (68 page)

The woman scrunched her face in that cute habit she had. Maybe she’d never been to Earth. It wasn’t so farfetched. Since the first wave of humans left Earth nearly sixty years ago, hoping to find uninhabited planets to ease Earth’s overcrowding, they’d managed to reproduce on all dozen planets in the Nebulae Galaxy. Dallas knew there were at least two generations of humans on Reigis Alpha who had never set foot on their planet of origin.

“As in Texas?” she asked.

He stopped short just outside the tavern. “You know Earth?”

Even in the blue wash of the unnatural lights lining the bustling street he could see the color flooding her cheeks. “I’m human, aren’t I?” She planted her hands on her hips.

Yep, he’d screwed that up. The color was indignation, not embarrassment. “So you say, but even a Braugtot without training and a little makeup can impersonate a human.” He put his hand on her back, guiding her down the brick walk. “And a history-rom can download Earth memories faster than an Ickbata can wrap you in four appendages and—”

Whipping around in front of him, she curled her hand around the back of his neck. Before he could protest, she pulled him down against her hungry mouth. She bit his bottom lip then sipped it into her mouth, laving the tender spot with her tongue. Her leg slid up his thigh and she ground her pubic bone against his hardening dick. Dallas had been wrapped up in the mission plans for over eighteen Earth months. Thoughts of recreation had been left behind nearly a year ago with the flowers at President Orch’s grave on Canus Delta.

But as this very hot woman took possession of both his mouth and common sense, guiding his hand along the silken skin of her thigh and urging it under the hem of her skirt to her bare ass cheek, all thoughts of the QAL objective were lost. What was left of any logic got carried away with the blood rushing to his groin. There was only lust and heat and a human woman dry humping him in public. It had been so damn long since Dallas had allowed himself even one moment of pleasure. Cold, hard guilt had been the only thing keeping him company at night.

Here, in the lull before the storm of duty hit, he could lose himself in all her sweet softness. Of its own accord, his free hand smoothed up her torso and molded around her ample breast, the nipple beading beneath his palm. He barely registered the honking horns of luna crystal cabs or the appreciative whistles of the life forms forced to move around them.

She pulled from the kiss and dropped her thigh, but kept her body pressed to his. “That ought to prove I’m not some Braugtot in drag. And since you’re obviously interested,” she pressed her stomach against his erection, “why don’t we find that
private
party spot?”

Training had his gaze sweeping the street. Nothing seemed out of place. Not that he expected there to be. They were still a day away from the
Hij’Rozhod
’s arrival. The QAL may not know what he looked like or even what species he was, but there was no doubt their intel was right. The assassin, who’s title translated to “Mist of Death”, got his name not only from his uncanny ability to take out presidents and prime ministers beneath the watchful eyes of their security detail, but to escape without leaving any trace of his existence. Save for the trail of fourteen bodies left in his
or her
wake over the last four years, no one knew anything about the murderer. With the human ambassador’s inauguration in less than a week, QAL had no doubt the traitor was planning a move. If
Hij’Rozhod
didn’t change his MO, Dallas and his team were banking on it happening at the actual ceremony, in front of billions of inhabitants. If everything came together they’d have someone on the inside by then.

“Hey, Earth to Dallas.” She laid her palm on his chest. “Where are you?”

He smiled down at her.
Damn she was beautiful.
All that blonde hair falling in kinky little waves over the fur coat and flimsy top. A top that barely contained her breasts with their tight little nipples. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was as horny as him. But of course he was only projecting. She was faking her desire as obviously as the
working woman
persona. Whatever. He’d play this out as far as she’d let him.

“I was just looking for the perfect secluded spot,” Dallas lied. “I think I know somewhere three doors down.” This time, with his hand curved possessively around her hip, he guided her through the crowded sidewalk. He hadn’t needed to search for a quiet place to take her. Dallas had committed to memory every business, every side street and every back alley within a five-block radius of the tavern. If
Hij’Rozhod
tried to find a hiding place, they’d hunt him down like a pack of hungry jackals. Because at the moment that’s how Dallas felt—jumpy and ready to kill.

At the next corner, Dallas turned right down a small street. The crowd thinned considerably. The blackened windows of the abandoned store fronts along this street reflected the blurred images of the two of them as they moved quickly. The woman’s hand had snaked into the back pocket of his jeans, and even through the material the heat of it seared into his skin. Damn, he needed this.

Another quick left and he was guiding her down a back alley where nothing moved save for the velgir rodents scurrying for scraps of food. They sidestepped a Ka’al, passed out against the back of another abandoned building. Except for the deep hue of red skin and their extreme size, the Ka’al were the closest thing to human in the Nebulae Galaxy. Formidable-looking for sure, but Dallas knew they were dangerous only when provoked.

“Don’t worry about him,” Dallas said as he felt a shudder shimmy down her back. “They’ve got more brawn than brains, and from the smell of that one, it appears he’s gone and drowned himself in gall’s blood.” He turned her in his arms to face him and pressed her back into the alcove of a doorway, his hands resting on the cold stone of the door frame on either side of her head. “I’d like to finish what we started in the street.” His gaze searched her face for any indication she wanted out of this liaison. But even in the shadows of the alleyway he could see the desire darkening her eyes. Maybe she wasn’t faking it after all.

“You didn’t ask,” she whispered.

“I don’t care how much.” His mouth came down on hers, feathering across the velvet heat of her lips. As much as his cock was urging him to plunge ahead at a reckless speed, Dallas had every intention of moving slowly and savoring this woman.

She pulled back and looked up at him. “My name. You didn’t ask my name.”

Cradling her chin in his palm, Dallas brushed his thumb over her lips. She pressed her mouth against the pad and sucked it into her wet heat. His cock jumped. “What’s your name?”

“Lilly.”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He pushed aside the collar of her coat and brought his mouth down on her jumping pulse point, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She inhaled deeply, arching her back, which both exposed her neck and pressed her breasts into his chest. A low groan rumbled in his throat as his hand dropped to squeeze and reshape the flesh, the fullness overflowing his palm. Damn, he loved a woman with curves and it seemed Lilly had that and more. He undid a couple of buttons of her shirt and slid his hand beneath the satin of her bra. Her skin was hot and soft, and the nipple already hard. Dallas didn’t bother to undo the bra. Instead, he lifted her breast from the confines of the material and let the bra act as a shelf to display her creamy flesh. He bent and sucked the beaded nipple into his mouth, alternately nipping and licking it until Lilly was writhing against his body.

Lilly slid her hands under the tails of his shirt, her long nails raking up his stomach and around his back, pulling him tighter to her body. Once again her leg slid up his thigh as she rolled her hips and ground against his aching erection.

“Dallas, I don’t want it slow.” The hot words spilled over his cheek before she pulled his earlobe through her teeth. “I want it hard and dirty, right here. Right now.” Her hand snaked between their bodies and she palmed him, squeezing with just enough pressure to shoot horny sparks of current zinging around his balls. She dropped her leg to make room for her other hand between their bodies and made quick work of undoing his belt and the button of his jeans.

“Jesus, Lilly, you have the most beautiful body.” He lifted the other breast from her bra and pushed the satin mounds together. His tongue flicked from one pebbled point to the other. Her areolas were puckered and he sucked one completely into his mouth, her salty sweetness fueling his hunger. He rolled the other pearled nipple between his thumb and forefinger, loving the hiccupping sounds of her need filling the air.

Dallas could have lavished her breasts far longer, but she already had his zipper down and was working her hands around his hips. The way she moved he was afraid she would have him coming in her hand before he had a chance to enjoy the rest of her body.

Kissing his way up her neck, he captured Lilly’s full mouth. With the sweetness of slow seduction replaced by their greedy lust, he pressed his tongue between her lips and filled her mouth. Her tongue danced with his, circling and retreating, filling his mouth with her honeyed taste.

Slowly, he dragged his palms down her sides, his thumbs grazing her hard nipples. He went all the way down to the top of her boots and slid back up. Hooking his thumbs under the hem of her leather skirt, Dallas pushed it up as he caressed the silky softness of her thighs. On the street, he thought she had been without panties, but the barest thread of a satin thong curved over her hips.

Oh hell, yeah.

Lilly pushed his jeans down over his ass and the heavy belt buckle dropping them to his feet where they hit the bricks with a satisfying thud. One hand traveled the length of his cock, from root to tip and back again, while the other toyed with his balls, rolling and squeezing until he nearly drown in the sensations heating his blood.

Trying to ignore the pressure building, Dallas lifted her leg back on his hip. He focused on the cool leather of the boot against his skin rather than the heat of Lilly’s hands expertly milking his cock. He cupped her ass cheek, holding her steady while his fingers followed the band of the thong down. His knuckles brushed the velvet skin of her pubic bone and she sighed. The smell of her arousal filled the air around them and he knew she’d soaked through the material before he’d even touched her.

Dallas cupped his hand around her pubic bone, releasing a groan of satisfaction when he found her cream coating her thighs. Pressing the tip of his finger against her clit, he swallowed her moan of pleasure but didn’t release her mouth. He slid his finger along the lacy edge of the thong and slipped it under the material, tracing a slow path down her satin flesh. The thought of burying himself in her silken heat sent a surge of lust straight to his cock and Lilly’s talented fingers rubbed the resulting pre-cum over the mushroom head.

She pulled her mouth from his, her breath coming in hard pants. “Enough. I’m hot. I’m wet. I’m ready.” She lifted herself and wrapped her other leg around his hips, tilting her pelvis so the tip of his penis ran along the wet heat of her thigh. “And don’t worry about covering this bad boy, I’m protected. I just want it hard and fast.”

“I just thought it—”

She sandwiched his face in her hands, her dark eyes boring desperately into his. “Really, Dallas, a little less thinking and lot more fucking.”

“A knight shouldn’t argue with his lady. Your command is my wish.”

He pushed the lacy slip of material away from her entrance and guided the head of his erection to her slit. Hot cream coated his cock as he pressed it against her opening. Dallas had every intention of entering slowly, but Lilly grabbed his ass and impaled herself on his erection, screaming with pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt in her silken channel.

There was no control once the velvet fist of her surrounded him. He tipped his hips back and then forward, slamming into her, his skin slapping against hers. Lilly’s nails dug into his ass cheeks as she begged him to fill her harder. Dallas lost himself in the myriad sensations overtaking him—the fleshy weight of her breasts crushed against his chest, her nails scraping along his back, the desperation of her legs wrapped tightly around his hips and the slurping sounds of their fucking all mixed with her carnal cries and his ragged breathing.

He felt her arch, every muscle bowed tight. Lilly threw her head back, her mouth open with a silent cry of ecstasy trapped in her throat. He pistoned his hips faster, feeling the tight pressure radiating from his balls and gathering in his low back. He held off his own climax until Lilly shattered in his arms, her internal muscles contracting, releasing more hot cream around his cock. She screamed profanities of bliss as her muscles trembled with the rapture of her release. Unable to hold on any longer, Dallas’ orgasm pulsed through him, his hot seed filling her. Spasms of pleasure radiated out from his pelvis, boiling his blood and stealing his breath. He gentled his thrusts, milking the last of their bliss until she fell back limp against the door, her legs dropping one at a time from his hips.

Still seated deep inside her, he buried his face in her hair and nipped the soft flesh behind her ear. He wasn’t sure this one go-round would be enough to fill the void all the lonely months of self-imposed celibacy had left in his soul.

“You still didn’t ask,” she mumbled.

Confused, he lifted his head and looked into her heavy-lidded eyes.

“That’ll be three thousand credits and cab fare.”