Phoenix Rising I (16 page)

“It’s about damned time,” she growled and licked, laved and sucked her way down his body.

Her mouth closed over his cock, making his eyes cross. “Fuck! Summer, wait, baby.”

“Not now. Not when I need you so much.”

Her admission shook him, and he let go his inner shields, spilling his desire into her as he’d been longing to do for days. Unlike the past, however, this time he would be keeping all his memories.

Apparently, because of his abilities, those he shared with his uncle and father, he could shield his memories and thoughts from others with ease. It was a simple matter of tuning his mind just … so.

She groaned and raked him lightly with her teeth. Drawing him deeper, she cupped his balls and began massaging them, sliding her hand toward his anus. She forced a finger in deep and without wanting to, he shot hard, coming with a force that bowed him off the bed.

Swallowing him, she drew on his energy, a pulling he freely gave, allowing for an exchange of energy he hadn’t before been aware of.

“Summer,” he rasped, still thrusting into her skillful mouth. “I can’t tell you how good that feels.” He ran his hands through her dark hair, clinging to her as she milked him dry. “Now why don’t I return the favor?”

She didn’t hesitate, but lay back on the bed and pulled him with her. “I know you’ve been playing mind games, Lieutenant.”

He grinned. “Really? Since when?”

“Since you came in my mouth and let me into your inner sanctum.” She tapped her head. Her eyes were dark, filled with anger, remorse, and … relief? “But I deserved it, I know.” The relief turned to sadness as her eyes welled.

“Shit, Summer. Don’t cry. I love you, baby. I was, well, it wasn’t very nice, but I wanted you to hurt the way I did when I realized what you’d done.” Anger flared. “You shouldn’t have done that, Summer. You should have been honest with me.”

“Oh? And what would you have done? Patted me on the head and told me how married you are to the job?”

Okay, she had him there. “Well....”

“And in my defense, I tried to stay away from you. But you kept coming back, and I couldn’t help myself.”

He knew he wasn’t going to win an argument this way. But the frustration in her eyes told him what he really needed to do to make his woman happy. Rolling her onto her back, he kissed her, moaning when he tasted himself on her lips.

Trailing down her front, he ignored her questions and demands.

“Shut up, Summer.” He played the hard-assed lieutenant. “And enjoy.”

Suckling her breasts, he decided to fully give over to his bliss. Her breasts had always attracted him. Nipping sucking, blowing on her aroused flesh, he took her to new heights. Always before she’d been in control, but with his aunt’s helpful guidance, he’d learned how to refocus his psychic energy to change her driving need to dominate. Now he could play at being in charge as well as she could.

“More, Drake. Lick me. Take me with your mouth,” she breathed, arching into his tongue.

He licked his way down her belly, still toying with her nipples. She hissed like a cat when he breathed through her curls, inhaling her erotic perfume.

“I want you so much,” he said thickly. His cock was burning, aching to enter her. But he wanted to make it last, and he wanted her to come, hard.

Spreading her thighs wide, he slid his fingers along her cleft and pushed inside, closing his eyes at the wet heat of her. “I’m going to lick you until you scream,” he promised. “Then, my little succubus, I’m going to fuck you until you come around me, over and over again.”

She moaned his name and grasped his hair. “Oh, Drake, I love you.”

He opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue and teeth work their magic. Lapping up her arousal, he felt a great warmth flow within him, the meeting of two hearts as he brought her to heaven. Sucking and thrusting his fingers, he brought her to a quick orgasm with little effort. And after she came, he continued to feast, loving her into another climax.

But instead of pushing into her with his fingers, he slid up her body and thrust his tongue into her mouth, his cock into her wet pussy. Fucking her hard, he pummeled her, his cock plunging impossibly deep, his tongue stroking and licking. He nibbled at her mouth, down her jaw line, and promised erotic retribution for every time she’d made him forget the beauty of their coming together.

She quaked and shuddered, clenching around him as he came hard, shooting into her with as much hope as desire. “More,” he grunted and continued to push, loving the way her body rippled along his, pulling him deeper into the sensual pool that was her love.

“Ah, ah, Drake,” she cried and clamped around him, taking him to another orgasm more powerful than the last as they climaxed together.

They lay in one another’s arms, trembling in the aftermath of pure, sensual delight.

“Oh, baby,” they said at the same time.

Chuckling, Drake pulled her mouth close for a kiss. “I can’t believe how good you feel.” He rotated his hips and sank even deeper.

“And I can’t believe how skilled you are. Must have had a lot of practice,” she said slyly, eyeing him with suspicion.

“Well, I had to be perfect for you, didn’t I?”

She sighed. “Yes, you did. But as much as I want this, and I really, really do, I don’t know how we’re going to make it work.”

“Is being a police officer that important to you?” He knew the answer, but had to hear her say it.

“It is. I love you, don’t get me wrong,” she said quickly. “But service to others, that’s what I do.”

He smiled, complete. “That’s why I love you. We’re so much alike.

Summer, I already talked to the captain. Spec has been so successful, he’s opening another squad. I thought you and Tannon might like to start fresh there. As head team.”

She beamed. “We are good.”

“I know. Trust me, I know.” He flexed, her warmth making him hard again. “He’s letting me oversee both squads until he chooses a leader for Spec2.”

“Who do you think he’s got in mind?”

“Delacorte. He’s a ringer. The man’s almost as powerful as I am, and he’s a telekinetic to boot.”

“You’re kidding!” She stared at him, then laughed.

“What?”

“Richards just got a new partner, and he’s going to lose him so soon.” She tsked and shook her head. “He’s not going to be happy with you.”

Drake groaned. “But I’ve got so much to thank him for,” he said as he began thrusting.

She locked her ankles around his waist and hummed her pleasure. “Maybe I’ve got a distraction in mind for you.”

He continued to move, loving her with every breath. “Do it and I’ll owe you one.”

“Only one?” She squeezed him inside her and let loose a touch of her sensual power, shocking him into coming. “I was hoping for two or three. Boys, just like their father.”

He groaned and pumped, rubbing her clit with his pelvis until she came, as well.

“We can try for boys, but I’d like at least one girl.” He gasped, smiled down at her. “With dark eyes and a soul like her mama--the woman I’ll never stop loving.”

She rubbed her hand over his throat and asked quietly, “But what if she’s like me, you know, a, uh, succubus?” she ended in a whisper.

“She will be. The gene is dominant. My aunt told me.”

“Your aunt?” She blinked.

He nodded. “And yours too, in three weeks time, if you’ll have me.”

Summer’s eyes filled and she hugged him close. “And if I won’t?” she teased.

“Then I’ll have to get rough with you. And remember, I’m a touch telepath. I know exactly what it does to you when I do this....”

Five minutes later, she said, “I do.”

The End

By

Michelle M Pillow

Chapter One

X Quadrant, Baida Proper, Earthbase 5792461

Juliana Harrison stared at the police officer with a cross between gratefulness and dismay on her face. He didn’t have the classic crew cut she’d seen most officers on the base wear, but his short blond hair was neatly trimmed and his dark blue uniform was immaculate. It had pleats ironed down the front of the pant legs. Like everything else on the Earthbase of Baida Proper the police style was what she liked to think of as retro-Earth, based of the twentieth century as it was back on the planet Earth--except of course for the obvious, like squad cars that hovered not drove and guns that fired lasers not bullets.

Even the houses looked like some old suburban concoction with their mock aluminum siding and picket fences. Most of the residents of the base didn’t realize the historical influence, but Juliana’s father had been an architect and she grew up learning about such things. History had always fascinated her, not that she had gone anywhere with it. No, instead she’d gotten married.

Keeping her eye on the man before her, she continued to study him. Badges and pins adorned the officer’s short sleeve shirt, drawing her eye to the stately symbols, which led her eye down his toned body to the firearm that hung along his waist on a thick leather belt. He was a handsome man, in the militant sort of way most men of the law had about them. Glancing over his muscled chest, she read his metal nametag. It said, “M. Perkins.”

More like Officer Mmm-mmm, perfect. Perfect Perkins.

Officer Perkins had been nice to her since she had walked through the front door of her home, but that didn’t change the fact that he was there to evict her from her own house. His partner, a chubbier version of the tall handsome stud in front of her, had left to get food. She had offered the use of her food simulator, but apparently, there was some office policy about taking bribes of any kind--even something as small as lunch.

Standing in the middle of her living room, Juliana’s whole body shook. How could her husband do this to her? How could he get a restraining order against her? He was the one sleeping with some twenty-year-old bimbo, not her. He was the one asking for a divorce. They’d been married for eight years and now Jeff wanted a divorce. How could he throw what they had away? So, they weren’t happy, but eight years was a lot of time to invest into a marriage. It was a good thing they’d never had kids.

Thankfully, in the eight years of marriage she hadn’t stopped getting her pregnancy shots, which protected her against both pregnancy and disease. They were practically mandatory on Baida Proper anyway and if she’d stopped it would’ve been bad for their image. Though supposedly confidential, things like that had a way of leaking out. Not that she had a reason to be worried about disease. It’s not like Jeff had touched her since he started his extracurricular activities, unless he’d been cheating from the beginning, which was possible. Juliana honestly didn’t know.

She looked at Officer Perkins. Why was she thinking of her shots right now? She wouldn’t allow herself to do anything about her attraction to her personal rescuer. First, she just couldn’t. Even though Jeff had cheated on her, left her, treated her like space dust, she was still technically married and Juliana just wasn’t a cheater, not even in the most extreme circumstances. Second, it had been five years since she’d had sex and she wasn’t sure how to even begin seducing someone, let alone know if she’d do it right once they started. Third, she wouldn’t let herself mistake feelings of gratitude for anything more. It wasn’t fair to anyone. She could easily see how a woman could get attached to a man like M. Perkins.

It’s a good thing we didn’t really have a marriage or this might actually hurt more than annoy.

Juliana really didn’t know why she was surprised. In hindsight, she should have seen it coming. It was a tale as old as time. Wife works while husband finishes degree at prestigious law school. Wife creates beautiful home, entertains husband’s bosses and colleagues, and helps husband secure a partnership within his intergalactic law firm. Husband has mid-life crises, realizes he doesn’t need wife anymore because he’d gotten all the work out of her he could and leaves her for a twenty-year-old with fake,
Medical Alliance for Planetary Health
created boobs and the IQ of a Lophibian slime trail.

Wait, no, that wasn’t being fair to the slime trail.

Juliana suppressed a laugh at the thought.

The home she had created was hard to leave. Three floors high and one of the most envied mansions on the base, she’d picked out every vase and statue, every retro-Earth carpet and mirror, every holographic painting and mock light fixture. She saw to the cleaning droids, making sure they were programmed right. Okay, she had reprogrammed them when the officer wasn’t looking. Jeff’s slacks would never be pressed the “right way” again. It was a petty, small victory, but one she felt justified in taking.

Even her front lawn, the perfect sculpturing of yellow shrubs and red alien grasses, had been of her doing. Juliana had ordered the red grass. She’d created the weaving design into the naturally lush green grass of Baida Proper to create a work of art on the lawn.

It’s all stuff. It doesn’t matter.
She sighed, wishing it was that easy to let it go.

The sad truth was, she wasn’t even that heartbroken over the whole ordeal beyond her beautiful home. If anything, she was aggravated. Jeff should have told her to her face that he wanted her out of the house. Instead, he had used his position in the law firm to evict her. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to cave so he could divorce her and not lose too many of his precious space credits in the process. She couldn’t remember exactly when it had happened, but Jeff had stopped being a real man sometime along the way. He was now a cowardly little rocket boy.

Continuing to look at the police officer, she bit her lip. Now there was a real man. Maybe that’s what she needed--a strong man who had the balls to take what he wanted. Forget intellect. Forget conversation. She needed to get laid.

Only she couldn’t allow herself to think like that, need to or not.

“Mrs. Harrison,” Officer Perkins said. His voice was soft with the touch of a leisured off planet drawl, giving away the fact that he wasn’t originally from the Earthbase. He’d been nice enough to call in a favor for her, having some movers take her boxes to a private storage unit a friend of his owned since she had no where else to store her belongings. “Your court allotted time is about up. Is there anything else?”

Juliana couldn’t speak. She’d spent nearly two hours packing her belongings with Officer Perkins’ help. It was more time than she’d spent in the same room with Jeff in the last two months and that was including nights asleep in bed.

There was just something about the lawman. A kindness she saw in his expression when he looked at her. It had been a long time since she saw a man with such soulful eyes, such obviously deep emotions. Funny how she could know Jeff for years and not feel connected to him, at least not anymore, but then meet someone like M. Perkins who instantly seemed like an old friend. When he gave her another of his brief smiles, she saw the cutest little dimple on his cheek.

Juliana let her gaze roam over his firm ass as he turned around, as if looking for more boxes. Was it wrong to think the man helping to kick her out of her house was incredibly sexy? As long as it had been since she and Jeff had slept together, she’d probably think a clown handing out balloons at the local drugstore was sexy. No, a clown didn’t look so delectably authoritative in a uniform.

I’ve never wanted to be arrested so much in my life. If I confess to something, will he frisk me?

Juliana took a deep breath, trying to cool her suddenly overheated body. Was it wrong to have sordid thoughts about the man helping to evict her? It wasn’t as if she blamed him for what was happening. She’d chosen to marry Jeff, even if she’d been pressured by both of their affluent families to do so. It had practically been an arranged marriage. Juliana took a deep breath. She was tired of being the good girl, tired of doing what was expected. In fact, she wanted to be bad.

And she wanted Officer Perkins to be the one to “catch” her doing it.

Mm, intergalactic cops and space pirates. Who says kid games can’t be played by adults?

Officer Perkins was easy to talk to. He knew about art and music--not classical, but the good stuff. Old rock n’ roll. When he was packing her books, he’d clearly read more than just a few of them. And, somehow, he actually made her feel as if everything would work out fine. The world couldn’t look anymore bleak for her than it did on this day, and she still somehow managed to feel all right.

Juliana suppressed a grimace. She was doing it again, thinking thoughts she shouldn’t.

“You haven’t contacted anyone.” Perkins sounded concerned as he once again faced her. “Do you have some place to go?”

“My parents are both deceased and I have no other family. My husband cancelled access to our space credit account this morning,” Juliana said. She’d been trying to buy a new dress from one of the traveling pavilions that was on base for a week and the snooty young sales girl had looked at her like she was a pauper when her credit was denied. That was how she’d found out something was wrong. When she got home, Officer Sexy was waiting for her.

“Do you have any friends that you can call?”

“No. There’s no one. The women I know somewhat well enough to impose upon are married to my husband’s colleagues. It would be too awkward for them to take me in, being as I’m the soon to be ex of a partner. I don’t want to put them into that position.”

“Ma’am, I’m really sorry about this,” Perkins said, giving another delectable, yet sympathetic smile. He had nice teeth, perfect for nibbling. Glancing down at his waist, she saw where he kept his handcuffs. Maybe she could be the intergalactic cop and he the space pirate. Hearing his voice breaking into her thoughts, she realized he was still talking. She blinked, forcing herself to focus as he continued. “But Mr. Harrison has got a restraining order on you. He claims you’ve been threatening his life.”

Juliana looked down at her slender, five foot four frame. “Have you seen Mr. Harrison? He’s six-foot-five and works out every day at the cyber gym.”

Yeah, with his girlfriend.

Though, she did know there were ways to kill people without resorting to strength, but for Jeff to say that she was capable of harming anyone, even his own sorry ass, was laughable. Here she was, abandoned, and she couldn’t even fathom truly going through with cheating on him during the last breaths of their dying marriage.

“Ma’am, I didn’t say that I believed the charges just that I have to escort you off of the premises. Law is law.”

“Just doing your job, right?” She gave a derisive laugh. Seeing the look on his face, she said, “I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault. You’ve been very kind today. I guess there’s a homeless shelter on base somewhere. Or an alien hostel maybe? I know they have those kinds of things on Nozando because the hover limo used to drive by one when I was vacationing there during an Interplanetary Law Conference.”

Juliana sighed, frustrated.

“Do you keep any kind of local currency in the house?” he asked.

Juliana chuckled. “I already looked. He’s taken it all--except for the little I have in my purse. He’s even hidden my jewelry. I’ll be able to get it back in court I’m sure, but in the meantime…”

Juliana shrugged. What could she say? She supposed crying was always an option, but somehow she just felt relief that it was finally over. No use pretending to feel something when she didn’t. It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was finally free.

Only, what did she do with the freedom?

“I have a spare bedroom.” His eyes met hers briefly and it looked like he was trying not to stare. The words were hesitant, but sincere. Could it be Officer Sexy found her as attractive as she did him? Was the electricity between them more than one sided? Hope leapt in her heart even as desire built within her. “It’s not much, but it’s just me in the house so there’s plenty of room. You can’t be much safer than at a cop’s house.”

He gave a small laugh. She looked at him, almost mystified that he would suggest it. Glancing at his hand, not for the first time, she searched for a wedding ring. There was none.

“It’s just that I’ve seen the shelters. I don’t think you’d be comfortable there, ma’am. Maybe after a good night’s rest or two, you’ll think of somewhere else you can go. I’ll even go to the hardware store and buy you a lock for the guest room door if you’re worried. If anyone asks, tell them you’re renting an apartment from me.”

Juliana let her gaze dip briefly over him. It was easy to tell he took care of himself. What was it about a uniform that made sexy men look even sexier? Her life was falling apart and all she could think about was finding a way to celebrate. “Tell me, officer. Do you usually invite strangers into your home?”

“Call it Southern hospitality,” he said. “My momma raised me right.”

She quirked a brow at that. “I’ve been to South and I can’t say they’d invite strangers off the street into their homes.”

“You haven’t been to the right parts then, ma’am. Leastways, I’ve been doing this job for a little over eight years. If anything, I’ve learned how to read people. Besides,” he gave her a lopsided grin in an obvious effort to cheer her up, “I know self defense if you try anything funny.”

Juliana couldn’t believe it. Here this man was inviting her into his home and she was actually considering it. Slowly, she nodded. What choice did she have? “Despite what it looks like today, my mother didn’t raise a fool either. I know not to pass up a generous offer when I need it most. Thank you, Officer Perkins. I will gladly stay with you.”

“Name’s Maverick, ma’am.”