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Authors: Kaitlyn O'Connor

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Capturing one with his hand, he covered the
tip of the other with his mouth. I tensed all over as a jolt went
through me like an electric current, gritting my teeth to keep from
crying out and digging my hands into the carpet. He didn’t linger
overlong, just teased the nipple he’d sucked into his mouth for a
few moments only, driving me wild with the need to gasp and thrash
about feverishly, and then sought the mate to it to make me totally
lose my mind. At about the same time he switched off, it finally
occurred to me that he wouldn’t have taken the time to warm me up
if I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. I stopped trying to dig a
hole in the carpet and began stroking his back and anything else I
could reach.

I loved the feel of his back. I suppose that
made me a little weird, because most women seemed to go for the
chest, but a strong, well muscled back was a definite turn on for
me—and nice legs. Lucky for me he had nice everything.

Rapidly growing anxious for penetration, I
ceased stroking his back and slipped a hand between us, trying to
wrap my fingers around the erection that was rubbing bruisingly
against my inner thighs. Instead of moving within reach, he pulled
away. Rising to his knees, he grasped the waistband of my shorts
and yanked downward.

I grabbed my panties and shoved them after
the shorts. They tangled somewhere in the vicinity of my knees. I
was still trying to wiggle out of them when he bent and scooped me
up and headed for the bedroom. Somewhere between the living room
and the bedroom I lost the panties and shorts that had been hooked
on my foot and managed to disentangle my arms from the tank top,
dropping that, too.

We crashed on the bed in a tangle of bodies
that proved to be too much for the thin slats supporting the
mattress and box springs. With a loud crack, the mattress fell
through, tilting awkwardly. Grabbing me as we started to roll
downhill, he corrected the imbalance by plopping me down on the
high edge, which promptly fell through, leveling the bed once
more.

Relieved of that worry, I groped between us
again, searching. He lifted his hips, fumbled for a moment and
then, after a brief struggle to free himself from it, tossed his
sarong aside.

Surprised but pleased, I abandoned my
pursuit of his cock, ditched the sports bra that was binding my arm
pits and threatening to cut off circulation to my arms, and settled
for an inspection of his ass. His buttocks were nicely rounded and
firm with muscle like the rest of him.

He shifted upward along my body, settling
his mouth over mine again. I grasped his hips, pushing up on him so
that I could shove one leg under him. He responded to the demand.
Settling between my spread thighs, he grasped his cock and guided
it along my cleft—up and down. I couldn’t decide whether he was
looking for the right spot or trying to annoy the shit out of me. I
maneuvered my hips up and down, trying to help him hit the
bulls-eye.

By the time I felt his cock spreading my
flesh I was just about ready scream with frustration. That mellowed
considerably as I felt him pressing slowly but surely into me in
short forays. I couldn’t wait to take it all in. I lifted to meet
him on his third thrust, pushing in counter until I felt his groin
grinding into my flesh.

It was all uphill from that point. I curled
my hips up until I could feel him stroking my g-spot with each
thrust, pushing him to move faster and faster until rapture
abruptly exploded around me. It was disappointingly short in
duration, but almost the moment my body ceased to quake with
release, it began climbing harder and faster toward a second
climax. The second one hit me like an atomic blast. For several
moments, I skated the verge of blacking out from the force of it. I
was still quaking with the shocks when I felt him reach his peak
and still shuddering in aftershocks when he finally collapsed,
completely spent, on top of me.

Consciousness drifted in and out as I lay
beneath him, trying to recover.

All I really wanted to do was grasp hold of
the unconsciousness that kept teasing me and wrap myself up in it.
Gideon was dead weight on top of me, however, and I was rapidly
becoming too uncomfortable to drift off into lah-lah land.

He roused enough to roll off when I started
shoving at him—thankfully. It might have taken a crane to lift him
otherwise. With an effort, I struggled out of the bed and headed
for the bathroom to clean up. By the time I finished showering, I
was wide awake, which was just as well since I discovered upon
returning to the room that the ass was sprawled in the middle of my
bed, dead to the world.

Sighing with a mixture or irritation and
resignation, I dragged a nightie out of a drawer and pulled it on,
then headed for the kitchen. No food had magically appeared, so I
started cleaning out the refrigerator while I made a mental list of
things to buy.

I nearly had heart failure when I turned
around and discovered Gideon had followed me into the kitchen and
was standing in the doorway—frowning as usual.

“I suppose you don’t have your own place?” I
groused.

Something flickered in his eyes. I wasn’t
sure what it was, but as much as I had enjoyed our latest round of
fucking, it made me uneasy. I was starting to like it too much.

All right, so I’d liked it too much to start
with, I amended mentally. I didn’t want to get used to it. He’d
move on sooner or later, and then I wouldn’t have anything to play
with but my vibrators—which did the job, but not terribly well.

“Not here,” he said finally.

I waited to see if he would elaborate. He
didn’t. I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t think the man had even made a
complete sentence in all the time I’d known him—all three or four
days.

Granted, we were usually grunting and
bumping uglies when he was around, but I’d still begun to wonder if
he could actually put a whole sentence together. Beautiful but
dumb? Or just not much for talking?

He struck me as an action kind of guy,
actually.

He didn’t strike me as stupid.

“And this is—where?”

“I told you, Marceena.”

“Sorry. Forgot. Where’s Marceena?”

“Beyond the gateway.”

That was oh so helpful and informative!

I’d finished cleaning so I headed toward the
living room to pick up where I’d left off in job hunting. He
stepped out of the way when I pushed past him, following me into
the living room.

I settled on the floor. He stood watching me
for several moments and then disappeared down the hallway. I was
wondering if he’d left when I heard the shower. Mildly irritated
that he’d made himself at home, I finally dismissed it and went
back to studying the paper.

The pickings were slim. By the time I’d read
two more columns, I’d arrived at the conclusion that the paper
wasn’t going to be all that helpful. Even the few jobs I’d circled
didn’t especially appeal to me.

Maybe I was ready for a career change?

I was still trying to figure out what I
might like doing when Gideon reappeared, dripping water since he’d
only half dried himself, and sprawled out on the couch behind me.
“Do you have food?”

“Nope.”

He got up. “I will get food.”

I was still staring at him in surprise when
he simply walked through the wall and disappeared.

Actually, it wasn’t simple at all, but it
did explain how he’d come in and out of my apartment without any
trouble at all. While I watched, wings sprouted from his back
around his shoulder blades. The wall sort of wavered and rippled
and then he walked through.

Jumping to my feet, I strode to the wall and
touched the spot. It felt perfectly solid—oddly hot to the touch,
though.

Particle manipulation?

I was no scientist, but it seemed to me that
he’d somehow scrambled the atoms—or something like that anyway.
Feeling really odd, I returned to my spot and stared at the floor
for several moments, trying to gather my thoughts.

Abruptly, it occurred to me that I ought to
log that incident. I’d never known a damn thing about my own
father. I hadn’t really suffered over it, but I’d been a little
curious. Supposing I actually did conceive? The kid might want to
know.

Moving to the door, I dug through the
packages I’d left there and unearthed the baby book, feeling
pleased with myself now that I’d justified spending the money. When
I’d settled at the table again, I started flipping through it,
searching for a place to record the little bit of information I had
about Gideon.

There wasn’t really a place for it, I
discovered, but there were several lined pages in the back for
notes. While I was trying to compose my thoughts, it occurred to me
that a description was in order. A photo would’ve been better, but
a narrative sketch was better than nothing at all. It started out
objectively enough, but by the time I’d made notations about his
approximate height, weight, age, and build, I was really getting
into it and getting downright poetic about the color of his eyes,
the faint cleft in his chin, the shape of his lips and so
forth.

The lights dimmed, distracting me. I looked
up, thinking there must have been a power dip, and discovered
Gideon standing over me, staring curiously at the book.

The smell of hot food wafted from the bags
in his hands.

I recognized the logo on the bags. “The cops
aren’t on your tail, are they?” I asked a little uneasily, studying
the bags.

“No,” he responded, without concern, leaning
down to deposit the bags and then snatching the book from my hands
while I was distracted by the food.

I frowned at him, mildly irritated, until it
suddenly flashed through my mind what I’d been writing. Three
shades of color washed over my face before I could get to my feet.
He held the book out of my reach. I punched him in the gut. When he
bent over, I snatched the book back.

He chuckled. Despite my irritation, I liked
the sound. Deciding he couldn’t have had enough time to actually
read what I’d written, assuming he could read English at all and my
chicken scratch in particular, I closed the book, tucked it beneath
one thigh and explored the contents of the bag.

It was filled with greasy fries and
sandwiches. Grabbing a sandwich and a handful of fries, I used the
newspaper for a place mat. He hadn’t brought drinks. I had to
suppose he couldn’t wait around to fill cups.

I was starving. I hadn’t had anything but a
salad at lunch and the tuna a little earlier and I’d been working
out half the day—besides the workout I’d just finished in the
bedroom, but I couldn’t eat without something to wash it down. When
I got back from the kitchen with two cans of soda, Gideon was
sprawled on the couch, reading the fucking book.

For once, my temper got the better of me.
Stalking to the coffee table, I plunked the cans down and made a
grab for the book. I wasn’t certain if I overbalanced and fell on
top of him when he held it out of my reach or if he jerked me down,
but I sprawled heavily. Grunting, he dropped the book over the arm
of the couch and wrapped his arms around me before I could roll
off.

He was grinning up at me when I pulled far
enough away to glare at him. “You think I have beautiful blue
eyes?”

My eyes narrowed. I could feel blood pulsing
in my cheeks, though. “I think you’re an asshole.”

Without looking the least bit outdone by the
comment or repentant for pissing me off, he released me. After a
brief struggle, I managed to get my feet under me and get up. When
I leaned down to grab my book, he planted his face in my ass,
nipping one ass cheek with his teeth. I came upright like I was
spring loaded and rapped him soundly on the top of his head with
the book.

He let go, rubbing his head and chuckling at
the glare I sent him as I stalked around to the other side of the
coffee table and sat down. Sliding from the couch, he crossed his
legs and settled across from me, digging through the bag. “What
sort of book is this?” he asked when he had finished downing the
first sandwich in about four bites.

A sent him a resentful glance. “Just—a
book,” I muttered. I really didn’t want to talk about it at all. I
most particularly didn’t want to explain it, not after he’d been so
nasty about giving up his damned seed to start with.
If
I’d
conceived, my kid wasn’t going to be anybody’s frigging blood
sin.

I didn’t know why he was so damned
possessive about his seed anyway. Sure he could do things I
couldn’t, but I wasn’t inferior, no matter what he thought about
it.

“Why did you describe me?” he asked
curiously.

“I’ve got a piss poor memory, that’s why,” I
snapped.

I discovered when I glanced at him that he
was studying me speculatively. I didn’t especially care for the
look. It seemed a little too knowing to suit me. I cast around in
my mind, trying to think of something to distract him and finally
just decided to see if I could pry any real information out of him
since he seemed inclined to talk.

“What are you doing here anyway?” I
asked.

“I enjoy fucking you.”

Chapter Six

“Thanks for clearing that up,” I said dryly.
I decided not to point out that it had taken some enthusiastic
persuasion on my part to convince him to part with his precious
seed to begin with. He seemed to have dismissed our less than
amiable ‘first date’ and I suppose he had decided he might as well
enjoy himself since the dirty deed was done without his consent and
couldn’t be undone.

It rankled that he was so offhand about the
situation, but I decided I thought it was refreshingly honest even
if the dart did break the skin. “I mean here, on Earth, not here in
my apartment.”

“I am banished.”

That sounded promising, and intriguing. It
pricked my interest enough that I dismissed the sting of his last
remark. “Oh? Kill somebody? I know it wasn’t your winning
personality.”

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