I sure as hell do.
How much for the house? I write. I still want to buy you off.
I hand him the paper and wait.
Will we have to grapple? Spar? Fight? I don’t want that.
Ines would want me to grapple him at least, in bed, that is, and I can’t help smiling some as I wait for the alien to determine if I can buy him off or if he wants to kill me.
11
Tox
The words staring up at me make me salivate.
I still want to buy you off.
How far is she willing to go to do that? To get me to not kill her?
Not that I want to kill her.
I just want her.
I might've thought about the idea of following through with it, but I came here to learn her side of the story. My mom always said that there are three sides to a story—his, hers, and the truth. The truth is usually in the murky land between his and hers, but I have a feeling her version is much closer to the truth than some writer hiding behind a computer.
Not that I want to think about the writer right now. I don’t want to think about my mom right now, either.
What’s the point in having a house, especially one that large, if I can’t have it with the woman I care about? While I don’t know every detail about Sophia’s life, her hopes for the future, I know enough to recognize that I want her.
I want her sexually.
And maybe a whole lot more than that.
Which means we’ll have to deal with the silver-haired man eventually, but not right now.
Slowly, I lower my pen and paper to the desk and take her pen, holding her hand. Her skin is soft, smooth, like the silk dress my mom got as a present from one of her friends on Earth for her birthday one year. A shock travels through me, warmth too, from the point of contact, and I pause a moment, just holding her hand, relishing in the feel of my touching her. Then, I slowly guide her to cross out certain letters. All that remains is what I want.
I want you.
I watch her as she reads, and I can’t help smiling broadly as understanding lightens her dark eyes.
She gazes up at me, and she puts her lower lip between her teeth and bites. That simple movement shouldn’t affect me as much as it does, but it makes my already stiffening cock rock hard.
If she rejects me, I will have to handle this swollen erection myself.
But she won’t reject me. She wants to buy me off.
And she can. With her pussy.
I lift my chin, while she lowers her, looking up at me from beneath her lashes. She’s so ovian breathtaking. She hasn’t been shy with me at all, but the timidness she has now tells me she’s not one to just go around and sleep with a lot of guys. For whatever reason, this pleases me. I like that she won’t have a lot to compare me to, but that’s not because I think I won’t measure up. Her pleasure is paramount, and it’s my mission to make her orgasm again and again.
Yes, mission is right. A mercenary accepts missions, and this is one mission I will relish more than any other. My payment, for once, won’t be cold, hard cash. Instead, it will be my own pleasure returned back to me.
If she’ll accept.
She’ll accept.
Sophie points to me and then to herself, her gaze dropping to where my pants are tented.
I lift my eyebrows.
She releases her lower lip from her teeth, the lip redder than normal, and I grin broadly as I take the pen and paper from her and drop them. Onto the desk? Onto the floor? I’m not sure. That doesn’t matter.
Sophia glances toward the door as if afraid someone will be standing there, watching us. No one is there, and her windows are all curtained and shut. I don’t know how exactly the silver-haired man thinks he’ll know when something has happened to her, but I’m not going to worry about that right now.
Again, she bites her lower lip, but then she takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. My excitement grows as she shuts the door, but then she just stands there as if unsure of herself. Why would she be? She’s strong and confident and beautiful. While she’s a bounty hunter, she has a heart of gold, and far too many people seem to judge her instead of learning just who she is, and that’s amazing.
Well, that’s their loss, and I’m going to take full advantage of having this amazing woman all to myself.
I approach Sophia and use my fingers to lift her chin. My thumb traces over her plump lips.
And then she smiles up at me as her tongue gently flickers out to lick her lips and brushes against my thumb.
A low growl rumbles out of my throat, and something primal comes over me. I pick her up and put her over my shoulder. She shrieks, but it’s a playful sound, and I toss her down onto the bed. She bounces up, laughing, her head thrown back, revealing her long neck.
I descend, climbing onto the bed, my legs on either side of her. My lips connect with the soft tender flesh of her neck, and the tiny gasp that slips out from her lips makes me grunt. Just that little sound is enough to make me want to claim her, to make her mine.
Before I can think about being gentle, if she would prefer that of me, I'm already nipping at her throat, and then I'm licking the spot and sucking. Her arms come up and wrap around me. Taking that as encouragement, I suck even harder before pulling back. Her skin is pink, a beautiful sight, a bruise already forming. A hickey. Everyone who sees it will know that someone kissed her with passion, with feeling, with heat.
Another growl comes out
