Treyjon: Star Guardians, Book 2 Page 12

  “I’m sorry I got you into this,” he murmured, resting his cheek against her head.

  “I thank you for that, but I volunteered. I got myself into it.”

  “True, but I feel your days in general were less dangerous and eventful before you started doing things with me.”

  “This is true. You shouldn’t have had such interesting animals in your keep. I probably wouldn’t have wanted to follow you off into the city.” Such a lie, but the svenkars had been part of the appeal. Even though she should be horrified now that she knew what a killer Lulu was, she wasn’t. They were predators. Killing was what they did. They needed good handlers to keep things like that from happening by accident. With time, she could learn to be a better handler.

  Treyjon chuckled softly, his breath warm against her temple. “I love that you find them interesting instead of horrifying, especially after today.”

  “I’m sure it’s a great challenge to train them, but I imagine it would be rewarding too.”

  “It is.”

  He nuzzled her gently, and her scalp tingled, sending warm sensations through her body. He shifted in the tight space and slid his other arm across her stomach. His hands linked in a loose grip at her hip. She didn’t particularly want to be on this ship, but she didn’t mind being in his arms one bit.

  “You asked if I was acting earlier,” he murmured, “when I put my arm around you.”

  “Yes,” she said, though there was nobody to act for now, and he had his arms around her.

  Was he just trying to make her feel better? For being trapped here with him?

  “It wasn’t an act. I wanted to do it.”

  “Oh.”

  She could feel the heat of his arms through her dress. The material wasn’t very heavy.

  “Is that all right?” he asked softly.

  “Yeah.” Her voice came out squeaky, and she swallowed, then gave him a more firm, “Yes.”

  “Good.” He shifted one arm slightly, and his fingers trailed along her hip and side.

  Hot shivers radiated outward from the spot, and soon goosebumps rose all over her body.

  “What about the kiss?” Angela asked, then wished she hadn’t. He’d already said that had just been for show. Why would she bring it up?

  “I confess, I thought of that because I didn’t want the spies to think we were paying attention to them. But…”

  Hope surged through her at that but. But what?

  His hesitation made her ache with impatience. Or maybe that was something else aching. As he continued to stroke her through her dress, fingers sometimes straying to her stomach, only a few inches above her groin, she grew more and more aware of the heat gathering between her thighs.

  “As soon as you started kissing me back,” he finally continued, “I forgot it was supposed to be an act. I almost forgot to pay attention to the spies at all. It was—the kiss was wonderful.”

  The words delighted Angela. More than that, they made her feel even hotter for him. Especially the way he sounded husky as he spoke. Was he thinking that they might pass the hours they had to wait with kisses like that first one? Or maybe even something else?

  He’d stopped nuzzling her hair, but he hadn’t moved his face away, and she could feel him watching her, feel the heat of his eyes upon her as his fingers continued to explore. They drifted across her stomach again, brushing the top of her panties. Could he feel them through her dress? It seemed so intimate to have someone touching her underwear. It wasn’t something that happened that often. Oh, she wasn’t a virgin, and there had been boyfriends in college, but it had taken her until the end of her junior year to actually have sex with someone. It wasn’t as if she’d had much experience with boys at her small high school where there had only been forty people in her graduating class. And she’d known everyone there since grade school, so she’d never been tempted to date any of the boys. In college, she hadn’t even known how to ask someone for a date, and she’d waited for interesting offers to come to her. She’d always waited, never speaking her mind. She couldn’t even imagine being as brazen as that Bethany woman. The idea of having sex with someone she hadn’t known for a while seemed crazy.

  Though, as Treyjon continued to explore her body through her dress, she knew she would have sex with him right here if he wanted it. After the last few days, she felt she knew him almost as well as she’d known Thad or Kevin. She and Treyjon had been through so much together.

  “You agree?” Treyjon murmured.

  It took her a few seconds to remember what they’d been speaking about. Right now, she was focused on the way his fingers stroked her in a pattern from hip to stomach to opposite hip, and how he was brushing lower and lower with each circuit.

  “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice squeaky again. “It was hot.”

  “Good,” he purred, kissing the side of her cheek, his eyes still intent as he regarded her.

  She could have turned her head, to meet his eyes, but it seemed so forward. And she was enjoying the way he watched her, and the way his fingers delved lower and lower, finally brushing the top of her crease. An extra tingle of pleasure zipped through her, and she felt her nipples harden. He hadn’t even touched them—past boyfriends had usually started there—but she didn’t care. All she wanted now was for his fingers to continue lower.

  She looked down. Even though the lighting was poor in their dim nook, she wanted to watch him. She noticed that her nipples were visible through her bra and her dress, like daggers pushing against the fabric. That made her blush. Would he notice? Did she want him to?

  “I liked watching you work with the svenkar,” Treyjon murmured, his gaze still on her face. “I told you, I think you could be a great trainer.”

  Her cheeks warmed further under the praise. “My mom thinks I should be using the business degree I got to help out with the family business instead of wasting my time gaining dog-training experience, and references, at the animal shelter. Like I said, she says training animals isn’t a career.” Not that her parents truly needed help with the farm or selling what they created on it. Her ex-lawyer mom was a whiz. She’d gotten their lavender lotions, soaps, and fragrances into all of the local organic stores, and she and Dad could barely keep up with the demand.

  “It’s a career here,” Treyjon said. “Many people need svenkar trainers. They are incredible trackers. I’d like to take you out in the woods or jungle to let you see them work.”

  “I’d like that.” She would also like his fingers to slip between her thighs again, or maybe even slide down her leg to lift her dress.

  “If you want, you can stay aboard the ship once the others go back. For a while.”

  He kissed her cheek again, then shifted to her ear. At first, he rubbed it with his nose, but then he took her lobe between his lips, sucking gently. She shivered in his arms and leaned her head closer.

  He nipped at her earlobe, and she gasped as electricity sparked from the soft bite. It arced through her, searing her nerves on the way to her core. At that moment, his hand slid lower, fingers finding her crease through her dress. She wriggled unintentionally, pushing herself against him.

  “I want you to stay with me,” he murmured against her ear. “Let me teach you what I know. You’re so good.” He returned to sucking on her ear, eliciting even more sensations of pleasure. “And you taste so good.”

  “I…” She didn’t know what else to say. It didn’t help that her brain was having a hard time focusing on anything other than what his lips were doing. And what his fingers were doing, stroking her and rubbing her through her clothes. She wouldn’t have guessed that she could feel so much through her dress and panties, but her whole body was hot and wet and eager for him.

  “I got hard watching you,” he murmured, the admission so soft she wasn’t sure she heard it right. “When you were working with the svenkar. Before we even kissed, I was daydreaming about taking you. Right there in the middle of everything and everyone.”

  The husk
ily spoken words excited Angela as much as his fingers did. The naked admission. How had she not known he felt that way?

  “Are you hard now?” she whispered, wanting him to say more, to tell her how hot she was.

  But as soon as the question came out, she doubted herself. She was just standing there. Why would he be hard? She hadn’t kissed him or stroked him or done anything to get him excited.

  He answered by shifting toward her as much as he could in the tight space, angling so he almost stood behind her. His hands never left her, or she might have protested. Then he was against her back, and she could feel him, feel that he was hard.

  His entire body was, with the heat of his taut muscles pressing against her, but she could especially feel his cock prodding her in the lower back, could tell that it wanted out of his trousers, could tell that it wanted her. He wanted her.

  His lips shifted to the side of her neck, his hair dangling forward to brush her cheek as he kissed her skin. He looked down, and his gaze seemed to snag on her breasts, on the nipples still standing at attention.

  She remembered her instinct to feel embarrassed, but did it matter? Were there truly any secrets between them now? Surely, he could smell her arousal, and knew the way she squirmed under his light touches.

  His free hand came up to stroke her breast through her dress, his thumb brushing her nipple. That felt amazing, but her focus soon shifted to his other hand, the fingers stroking her lower heat. She wanted so badly to feel the warmth of his fingers against her hot, swollen flesh.

  She reached down and hiked up her dress, though she wasn’t sure what to do with it after that. She wasn’t even sure what she was asking. For him to find a position in which they could have sex? She didn’t have any birth control of any kind with her, and she felt ashamed that she didn’t even care at that moment. If he lifted her against that crate and rammed into her, she would welcome him fully.

  His warm, calloused fingers brushed her bare thigh, and her breath hitched. He found the top of her panties and slipped his hand under the waistband… and lower.

  As he kissed her throat, licking and nibbling, he watched her. Watched the way her breasts moved with her rapid breaths, watched the way she went rigid when he first slid his fingers between her lower lips. Watched the way she responded to him, pushing into his hand, wanting him to touch the core of her heat, the center of all these sensations.

  When he brushed her clitoris for the first time, she gasped, going up on her toes and back into him.

  He surprised her by groaning softly, and she realized she was grinding back into his cock. She also realized that even though she wasn’t doing anything to him, just letting him touch her, he was aroused, incredibly aroused. Maybe she should do something. Maybe she shouldn’t just stand there and ask him to touch her.

  She’d no sooner had the thought than he started stroking her again, this time inside of her. She couldn’t keep from arching into him, grinding against his hand, wanting him to touch—yes, there. Oh God. He knew just how to rub her, keeping it gentle but touching every single nerve ending down there. She writhed in his hold, grabbing his forearms and digging into the muscles there. Pushing against him until—

  She came with an explosion of sensation and almost cried out, but at the last second, she clamped down on her lips, remembering where they were. But she didn’t clamp down on anything else. She welcomed the waves of ecstasy that flowed over her in the aftermath.

  With an intensely satisfied sigh, she collapsed back into him, every muscle sapped of its strength.

  He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her deeper into his embrace. She felt his hard cock still pressing against her and immediately felt guilty. She’d had her climax, and he had nothing except his own aching need.

  “Your turn?” Angela whispered, shifting toward him.

  She wanted to face him, but the closest she could manage was turning her hip toward him again. She reached up and touched his jaw, tracing its length, wanting him to know how much she’d appreciated that, and also that she could be ready for him. That wouldn’t be hard at all. He’d left her so slick that she vowed to bring fresh panties along on her next spy mission.

  He chuckled, though it sounded rough. Forced.

  “No,” he murmured. “This isn’t the place for me to be caught with my trousers around my ankles.”

  He sounded so full of regret, so full of aching longing. He believed what he was saying, but she knew he didn’t want to believe it. He wanted there to be a way that it could make sense.

  Well, maybe they shouldn’t have full on sex here, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t give him some quick relief.

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  Angela shifted in his arms and pressed her lips to his.

  Normally, Treyjon wouldn’t have minded a kiss—he enjoyed her kisses a great deal—but after standing behind her as she writhed against him, her soft body exquisite as it ground against his, his cock was so hard that he was struggling to remember that he was on an enemy ship and in a dangerous situation. He wanted nothing more than to drag her closer, shove up her dress, and find an angle where he could plunge into her. And when she kissed him, the sweet taste of her on his lips, it became even harder to think of being responsible.

  “We can’t,” he whispered against her mouth. “Not here.”

  Despite his words, his hips strained toward her, and he couldn’t keep his cock from jamming into her stomach. It wanted to jam into something that was a far better fit, and he tried to stifle a groan as she trailed her fingers down his chest.

  It crossed his mind, not for the first time, that he could open his fly and quickly take care of himself. But he had a notion that masturbating in front of a woman wasn’t that polite. Hadn’t his father said that? No masturbating in front of girls you like. Maybe that had been his older brother.

  Angela’s fingers hooked into his belt and fumbled at the fastener. She pulled her mouth from his to look down. It took him a moment to realize that she wanted to help him take care of himself. As he’d done for her?

  His heart skipped into double time as he imagined her hand around him. And he wouldn’t need to drop his trousers to his ankles for that. He wouldn’t be as defenseless if someone burst in on them.

  Not that he deemed that likely. He had good hearing. If someone was coming, he would have a warning.

  “Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” he muttered.

  “What?” Angela whispered.

  “I said, let me help you with that.”

  She hadn’t been making quick work of the fastener—maybe it was alien technology to her, or maybe she wasn’t that experienced at yanking down men’s trousers. He smiled at that notion and twisted the clasp, undoing it. Their hands bumped, and then the back of her hand brushed him.

  He froze, his every nerve aware of her and her touch.

  She pushed aside his trousers and underwear and slipped her hand in to draw him out. Not that it took much. As soon as his cock could push out, it did. Like the tail of a svenkar jerking up when it was hot on the trail.

  She slid her hand along his shaft, and he closed his eyes, pressing into her. He couldn’t keep from nudging her eagerly, and as she stroked him, he bent his head, finding her lips again. He felt needy and demanding, as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her hand, but she smiled against his lips and returned the kiss as her hand explored him.

  Those light explorations almost drove him over the edge of their own accord. He throbbed with intense urgency, and he almost reached for his cock to finish the deed on his own. But he didn’t. He wanted her to do it. This was something new, rather than the same old thing. It was enticing and stimulating. So stimulating.

  She must have sensed how close he was, because she tightened her grip and worked her hand along his sensitive flesh in a more precise rhythm. She didn’t have the practiced grip of some prostitute, but he didn’t care. He appreciated this and her, and was a little glad to know that she wasn’t incredibly experie
nced. They would have much to explore together, much to do later on.

  As he crept closer and closer to the edge, he could hear his own rapid breaths, echoing in their dark nook. He did his best to quiet them, but he was so ready. He planted one hand against the crate and one against the hull, afraid that if he grabbed Angela, he would grip her too hard. She quickened her pace for him, then shifted to the side. He started to warn her that he was coming, but he’d waited too long, and his cock had a mind of its own. It thrust hard in one final satisfying explosion.

  He would have stood limp-muscled and basked in it, but he realized he’d thrust so hard that he’d forced her off-balance. He reached out, clumsily finding her shoulder, though she had already caught herself on the crate.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I was, uhm—”

  “Eager?” She sounded more amused than alarmed or annoyed. Good.

  “Yeah. I hope I didn’t… er, make a mess.”

  Usually, he would have had a towel or tissue or something on hand. Since he hadn’t planned on masturbating on this spy mission, he hadn’t brought any such thing.

  “Well, I got out of the way, but I’m pretty sure you defiled that crate.”

  He chuckled and pulled her close again. “That’s what they get for spying on my captain.”

  “Your loyalty to him is impressive. Not every soldier is willing to defile enemy property for his superior officers.”

  “I’m a particularly good soldier. But let’s not tell the captain about this.”

  “Trust me, I wasn’t planning on bringing it up with him.”

  Treyjon almost snickered at the image that created in his mind.

  She hugged him, and he pulled her close again, wrapping his arms around her as much as he could in the tight space.

  “Treyjon?” she murmured.

  “Yes?”

  “Even though we can’t here, I was wondering how… I mean, I assume your people do something for birth control. How is that handled?”