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Project Exorcism:
PARANORMAL PAYLOAD
By
Mandy M. Roth
© copyright August 2005, Mandy M. Roth
Cover art by Kat Richards, © copyright August 2005
ISBN 1-58608-319-8
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Dedication:
To my dad for being a science fiction fan and subjecting me to it all those years ago. I have finally stopped hiding with one eye peeking out from behind a pillow and started spinning dark stories of my own. All the years of pizza, over-sized headphones, movie marathons and laughing until we made ourselves sick still put a smile on my face. And to my mom for having to deal with us after a weekend full of junk food, up all nights and scary movies.
Prologue
Sevan moved slightly, getting a better angle on the beauty below him. Lorelei had haunted his dreams now for months and although he'd come to understand that he'd wake to find his sleep quarters empty and the raven haired goddess below him only a memory, he still caressed her tenderly. For the time being, she was his and he'd use that to his full advantage. He circled her belly button with his tongue as he looked up the length of her perfect body. Letting his eyes linger over her ample breasts and dark nipples, he could find no imperfection unless owning his heart was considered one.
The Fates themselves must have taken pity on him. Loving someone wasn't an option for him or others like him--the ones who carried the tiniest bits of supernatural DNA. Thankfully, Sevan's blood carried so little that the Commission's screening didn't catch it. Only he and his family knew. Humans from Earth had thought they had wiped out all traces of the monsters of night long ago during Project Exorcism. While humans did succeed in escorting the majority of the supernaturals off the planet in 2055 a small percentage remained, hiding among the humans or simply hiding. Now, a little over a hundred and fifty years later, supernaturals still existed, though finding a full-blood was almost impossible.
Hiding under the Commission's nose was the best place to be. The only problem was, should Sevan ever be lucky enough to find his mate, that one special person made just for him, he would have to disappear. If the Commission ever learned of his ancestry they would court-martial him if he was lucky. Death would be the alternative. Not just for Sevan but for his mate as well.
Now, coming upon the phase in his life where he wanted a family more than life itself, he found himself daydreaming about his mate, what she would look like, who she might be. It was then that the dreams of Lorelei began. No part of Sevan believed she was truly the one for him. No. She was too perfect. Too beautiful. Too glorious to be real. He now looked forward to sleeping in hopes of seeing her. So far, in the six months since the dreams began they'd been together each and every night.
Licking his way down her flat stomach, Sevan stopped when he reached the thin well maintained strip of black hair covering her mound. He parted Lorelei's slit, revealing her pink bud and smiled wickedly. "Baby, you're gorgeous. The sight of you all spread out before me makes my dick so hard that I can't stand it."
"Please, Sevan," she whispered.
He couldn't help but smile at Lorelei's soft pleas for more. This woman his mind had created was so far beyond faultless that it was immeasurable. The idea of waking terrified him. Inching lower, Sevan dropped his head down and captured her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it.
She inched up on the bed, doing her best to try to escape him. Knowing that she loved it when he did it, Sevan continued, hooking his arms around her thighs and pulling her to him. He licked, sucked and caressed her, bringing about tiny gasps and sweet moans from her lips.
"Please."
Sevan sucked gently, his heart beating wildly. He knew she wanted him in her but he wanted her to come first. Her happiness meant everything to him. Of course, his need to please her was part selfish as well. When she came he was able to lick it, taste it, enjoy it coating his tongue as he shared in her joy, forever committing it to memory. Sliding a hand around, he inserted a finger into her tight channel as he continued to run his tongue over her clit.
Lorelei cried out and laced her fingers in his hair. The knowledge that she was close to hitting her peak spurred him on. He increased his pace and added a second finger. The second her legs drew together, effectively clamping his head, he knew she'd reached culmination. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers and cream trickled freely from her. Sevan's dick jerked painfully, needing to find solace in her and soon.
Crawling up the bed quickly, Sevan took hold of his rigid cock and aligned it with her heated core. He entered, instantly burying himself to the hilt. Lorelei bucked beneath him, grabbing hold of his ass and pulling him to her. He increased his thrusts. Her body took hold of his, fisting his shaft as he worked in and out of her. It was heavenly. Every dream always was. It was as though Lorelei were made especially for him. His subconscious had created a woman so perfect that no woman in his waking hours could compare to her. Sadly enough, he doubted that even his true mate would measure up next to Lorelei and the place she'd taken in his heart.
"Do you like that, baby?" he asked, already knowing she did.
Nodding her head, Lorelei bit her lower lip and stared up at him with eyes so blue they didn't look natural. The walls of her pussy grabbed him tight, holding his cock in her as she came again. This time Sevan joined her, pushing down and locking to her tight. Unable to stop himself, Sevan gave in, emptying his seed deep within her, filling her to the point she couldn't possibly hold it all.
Lorelei's grip on him loosened slowly, making way for tiny caresses. She ran her hands through his hair and hugged him tight, giving him the reassurance he needed that she was still there. "Thank you."
He let out a soft laugh. Normally, it was him thanking her. It had become a running joke between them. The first time he'd experienced the joy of being in her he'd repeatedly thanked her while he fucked her. "Mmm, you are most welcome."
"Sevan?"
He kissed her lips as he stared down at Lorelei, not wanting to pull out. The second her lips began to tremble Sevan knew she was on the verge of tears. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No," she said, her voice weak. "I don't want to want to wake up and find you're not there with me."
For some reason his mind had been having the woman he'd invented react with the same emotions as him. The same fears of waking and the other not being there. No part of Sevan wanted to wake to find himself alone in his quarters, his arms empty and his heart heavy. The idea of remaining in a dream-like state for all eternity had occurred to him more than once. Seeing Lorelei teetering on the edge of tears only added to that. "I'll come back."
"How do you know you will?"
"Because I've come every night for almost six months, Lorelei."
She swallowed hard. "What if the dreams just stop, Sevan? What if this is our last time together?"
Hearing her voice his ultimate fear left him needing to kiss her. Dropping down, he did just that, tasting her mouth as if it were the last time he'd ever be permitted to sample it. The fear of waking at any moment struck him hard and he drew back a bit. "Lorelei, I love you. Know that in case this is the last time."
It didn't matter that she was a figment of his imagination. He'd fallen in love with her upon first sight and it had only increased. In the waking hours he tried to find a real love, someone to fill the hole in his heart but he couldn't even stomach the idea of touching another woman. She was all he wanted.
The stunned expression on her face was priceless. He kissed the tip of her nose and chuckled. "That wasn't the response I was expecting."
She touched the side of his face and locked gazes with him. "And I wasn't expecting to fall in love with you either."
Suddenly, it felt as though he'd been stabbed through the heart. The news of her loving him should have been joyous. Instead, it only made matters harder for him. He was in love with a dream. It was sick and he knew it but he couldn't stop. Too many nights they'd spent together, talking about their pasts, their people, their futures and too many times they'd fallen into one another's arms, making love until it was time to wake.
"Did I say something wrong?" she asked, running her hand over his bare chest.
Taking hold of it with his own, Sevan brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "I want to claim you, Lorelei. Make you mine for all eternity."
"This is only a dream, Sevan. Trust me, I want it too but it can never really be."
"Then what does it matter?" He shifted a bit. "I want to know that I claimed the person I love in my life not just the person I'll be forced to."
"Do it."
"What?" he asked, shocked by her response.
Lorelei reached down, cupped his cock and squeezed it gently. "Fuck me and make me yours, Sevan."
Needing no further encouragement, Sevan adjusted himself over Lorelei and chuckled. She gave him a questioning look and arched a black brow. "Something funny about this?"
"Only that I can't claim you the way it should be done. I can't fully shift, Lorelei. I only possess the strength, speed and skill of a lion. I can't actually shift forms or have my teeth grow long enough to bite you, mark you as my own and taste of your blood."
Running her hands through his hair, Lorelei managed to soothe him. "This is a dream, Sevan. Anything is possible."
His cock responded instantly, seeming to find her wet core all on its own. It wanted her as much as he did. Never one to tell his dick no, Sevan pushed into her instantly finding the pleasure he sought. Lorelei met him thrust for thrust, taking all that he had to offer while begging softly for even more.
"Uh, Sevan, please."
It was on the tip of his tongue to protest and tell her that he truly couldn't mark her when he felt his mouth begin to burn. His gums seemed to light with a painful fire and he felt a change in his mouth occurring. Knowing his teeth were lengthening, Sevan did nothing to try to stop them even though his mind told him to panic. Somehow, his body knew it had been created to do this very thing.
Staring down at Lorelei's creamy smooth neck, Sevan watched with a supernatural eye as the veins seemed to pulse. Unable to control himself, he began to drill into her, striking the head of his cock against her cervix. Lorelei thrashed beneath him, clawing at the backs of his arms and staring up at him with her beautifully blue eyes.
"Mine, Lorelei. Mine," he growled out, his voice suddenly lower than it had ever been. He fucked her harder, knowing she not only could take it but demanded it during the mating ritual. "I claim thee as my mate, my soul, my love for all eternity. Take my seed as proof and taste of my blood as I taste of yours."
He struck out fast, sinking his newfound incisors into her tender shoulder. Lorelei cried out a second before Sevan felt her biting him back. The sweetly coppery taste of her warm blood filled his mouth. The man who had ruled his body all the years of his life was repulsed by the events. The beasts who'd spent that time caged rejoiced in the knowledge that she now belonged to him, real or not.
A spasm tore through Sevan's body as his balls drew up tight and semen shot forth from his cock, filling his mate fully. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him to her as they continued to drink of each other's blood.
Slowly, she released her hold on him. "Mine."
A wind came out of nowhere, whipping around them, yanking on them yet leaving them joined. A strange force slammed into Sevan, entering his body from behind and coming out the front. He knew the second it hit Lorelei because she jerked and cried out. Fearing he'd done something to hurt her, Sevan released his hold on her and felt his teeth recede. "Are you hurt?"
"No," Lorelei said, shaking her head and smiling. "It was supposed to happen, Sevan. It means we're true mates." Laughing softly she shrugged beneath him. "Well, I guess in our dreams anyway."
"I'll never take another, Lorelei." Shocked by his own proclamation, Sevan just stared down at his mate--his wife.
She kissed the tip of his nose quickly. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Sevan. Let's just enjoy what we have now."
"I meant what I said. You are my wife now. And I won't…."
Pressing her fingers to his lips, she silenced him. "You will not live for a dream. You will enjoy your life as you were meant to. I love you and understand this. Who knows, Sevan, maybe the fates have bigger plans for us yet."
Project Exorcism Book Two:
FORCE OF ATTRACTION
By
Mandy M. Roth
© copyright September 2005, Mandy M. Roth
Cover art by Kat Richards, © copyright September 2005
ISBN 1-58608-643-X
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Dedication:
Shane, here's to eleven years of ups, downs, laughs, tears, highs and lows. We should really charge admission, honey. Our roller coaster ride has been full of thrills, chills and everything I could ever hope for. Thank you for being you. Happy Anniversary!
Dear Readers,
Each book in the Project Exorcism series is written to stand alone, though the author recommends reading them in order to maximize reader pleasure. To aid any who have not, as of yet, read the other book(s), or any who simply wish for a refresher, the author has included a small summary for ease of readability.
Series background: Year 2206--Man has long since achieved space travel. Almost all planets in the known universe are part of the Commission, an intergalactic governing body that oversees the well-being of all within its quadrants.
Supernatural creatures were discovered among us in 2055 and immediately a witch-hunt began to rid Earth of them. A battle broke out and Earth's human population dropped. In the end, humans were victorious, but only because a few select figureheads in the supernatural world agreed to the terms of a peace treaty. The terms were simple. They (the supernaturals) were to be escorted off planet Earth and relocated on other planets, ones that were not part of the Commission's territory. Ones that were agreed upon ahead of time, and ones which the supernaturals would not be a threat.
Thus began Project Exorcism. Twenty vessels set out on this mission. Only one arrived at its chosen destination. The others were thought lost during the meteoroid shower that occurred shortly after take off. Man now faces a new threat, only they are unaware of it. By shipping the supernaturals off, they unknowingly gave them access to other planets' resources, including added magical abilities, the ability to breed with their natives, and so very much more.
Welcome to Project Exorcism.
Mandy
Chapter One
"Have a seat," Doctor Marisa Langston said, hearing the door to her exam room slide shut. "Go ahead and gown up. I'll be right with you. I just need to finish up with these logs."
She ran her hand over the edges of the electronic access tab on the file, allowing a microchip embedded under the skin in her hand to access the information in them. A clear image appeared in her mind as she downloaded the day's findings into the chart log. Visions of each patient she'd seen over the course of the day rushed through her mind. As quickly as it started, the painless procedure was over.
A husky laugh sounded, accompanied closely by the scent of cedar and musk. The smell drove her wild. The man attached to it drove her insane. "Ah, Doc, I've always known you wanted me out of my pants. Hearing you say it confirms my suspicions. I told you yesterday that all you had to do was say the word and I would show you what a real man could offer you."
Marisa outwardly cringed but inwardly rejoiced at the sound of Lieutenant Commander Bradi Janelle's deep voice. The man lived to make her life hell. He seemed to take great pleasure in embarrassing her whenever possible. There was something about him that made her blood boil and her body burn in ways it shouldn't. It wasn't something she wanted to think too hard about. She was positive she wouldn't like what she discovered.
She focused on the medicine dispensing panel in front of her instead of sinful thoughts about the man behind her. "Lt. Commander Bradi, I thought you canceled your physical today. I put someone else in your spot." She let her voice go hard, knowing full well why he was standing there. Giggling was an option she had to fight not to take. While it was childish, it seemed more than called for.
Bradi cleared his throat, the tension suddenly thick enough to choke on. "I did cancel, but since someone went straight to the big boy about my file not being complete, I got a call telling me to get my ass in here. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Doc? I mean, you don't have any certain pull with the Commander, do you?"
Grinning, Marisa turned toward him, wanting to give him the impression that he didn't get to her, but he did. Everything about the man got under her skin and she wasn't entirely sure it was in a bad way either. The fact that her pulse seemed to speed with the slightest mention of Bradi's name and that her body seemed to tighten of its own accord by his sheer nearness told her more than she wanted to know. She wanted him. She could never have him. Off limits didn't even begin to cover Lt. Commander Bradi Janelle. Dark. Dangerous. Delicious. Everything she needed to avoid.
Bradi seemed to take up so much room that he demanded attention. The dark gray backdrop of the infirmary walls provided a scene that if Marisa didn't know better, would have said made the brave and ballsy Lt. Commander look uncomfortable. Having an aversion to hospital like settings wasn't uncommon. Seeing Bradi appear anything but in control was. He squared his shoulders and stared down at her, a challenge in his eyes.
The man was pure muscle, at least from what Marisa could tell. He'd never allowed her to examine him in the two months she'd been the ship's assistant physician so she could only guess. As far as she knew, Bradi hadn't allowed anyone to examine him in well over a year. Judging from the way his tight regulation black T-shirt fit him, his upper body was sculpted to perfection. The lower half of him didn't look so bad either in a 'great ass, large muscular thighs and an even larger bulge between the legs' kind of way, but who was really looking at that anyway?
Who am I kidding? I can't keep my eyes off him.
Bradi pulled the leather tie out of his hair and she watched in silent wonder as waves of silky black spilled over his broad shoulders. His light blue eyes locked on her as his tongue darted out. The sight of his long tongue brushing over his full lips made her hands shake from the need to touch him. On more than one occasion, Marisa had wondered what it would feel like to have him above her, taking her in ways she shouldn't even think about.
Even while she should have been focused on her job, Marisa was focused on the idea of Bradi taking hold of her, tossing her onto an exam table and having his way with her. Her pussy dampened at the very thought of him sinking his cock into her.
Stop thinking about him like that. It's wrong. Besides, he's an asshole.
Lt. Commander Bradi was different from the men she knew. So wild. So free that the idea of not being close to him to see what it was he'd do next wasn't an option. He was certainly an individual in a sea of the same. She wasn't used to men with facial hair, the Commission frowned upon it, so Bradi stood out even more than normal. His goatee was well maintained. It wasn't pointy, like some. No. His was cut close to his natural, squared jawline. It not only suited him, but added to the mysticism behind him going down on her. The very thought of his whiskers scraping over the tender flesh of her pussy left Marisa shifting awkwardly as cream continued to build.
Gods, I want him.
It'd be a cold day in hell before she admitted that to him though.
"As much as I love the fact that you felt the need to show off your non-regulation hair, I don't need that down. I need your pants down," she said, sure that her sexual suggestion wasn't lost on him. "You need your shots updated. You're dangerously close to the expiration date on your old ones and gods help us all knowing the way you bed hop. The entire ship will be full of little Janelles. We can only hope they aren't as cocky as you are. Not only that, I'll be treating bizarre cases of whatever it is men like you spread around sexually for months. You're an epidemic waiting to happen, Janelle."
"I do not have little Janelle's running around," he said, sounding a bit annoyed. "I never will."
That surprised Marisa. Bradi generally took everything in stride. He also was known to dish out way more than she liked to receive. Seeing him upset didn't sit well with her. Softening her expression, Marisa glanced up at him. "My apologies. That was uncalled for and unprofessional. I have nothing to base my assumptions on. Sorry, Lt. Commander."
He arched a dark brow and ran his hand over his facial hair. "Want a basis? I'd be happy to give you one, Doctor," he murmured, his blue gaze suddenly raking over her body slowly. Her breath quickened. "Give me one night, Doc. One night and then you can base all the assumptions you want off it, off me. But only if you promise to let me play doctor with you, too. No fair that you get all the fun. You see," unabashed, he cupped his groin, "I have the perfect thing to take your temperature with." Bradi took a step toward her, sliding his large hand up toward his belt.
Yes, have me at your mercy.
Need slammed through her, leaving Marisa no choice but to avert her gaze. Her cheeks flushed. Crawling away from him wasn't an option. Standing there while he dropped his pants before her was what her job demanded. Wanting to see all that he had to offer was something her body demanded.
You hate him. Remember?
"I've been meaning to ask you about your heritage, Lieutenant Commander," Marisa said, doing her best to stay focused. It was far from easy. Sneaking a peek at Bradi's perfect body would be so easy. She'd lain awake countless nights wondering about him when it was another her mind should have been focused on. Each time she pleasured herself, was Bradi's face she saw in her mind, his body she imagined in her, not the man who was supposed to be there.
"My heritage?" he asked, taken aback.
"Yes, you don't look like other Corneusims I've met before."
Bradi laughed slightly. The very sound shook her to her core. "Why would I look like a horny toad warrior from the planet Cornu?"
It was as she expected. The man had doctored his medical records. He certainly wasn't the first officer to do so, nor would he be the last. Whatever reason he had for hiding must have been a good one--to make him as desperate as he'd been. "Hmm, just wondering. After all, your last blood scans showed traces of Corneusim DNA in it."
Mumbling under his breath, Bradi rubbed his strong jaw. It seemed to be a habit he only had when he was dealing with her. "Doc Graves is ancient. I bet his equipment failed again, or more than likely he just mixed up the samples."
Bradi was right, Dr. Graves, the ship's head physician was old, but not careless. Mixing up samples wasn't something he would do. Marisa decided to fight this battle with him at a later date. Right now, she planned on immunizing him and drawing a sample of his blood in the process. Marisa wouldn't submit it to the officials. No. Bradi had his reasons for hiding. She just needed to set her own mind at ease. "Ready to bare it all, Lieutenant Commander?"
He released the slight hold he had on his pants, letting them fall to his ankles and grinned from ear to ear. The absence of underwear gave Marisa a quick flash of his front side before he turned around and pulled his T-shirt up. Her breath caught and her inner thighs tightened. Hell, the man wasn't even erect and his cock was impressive. There was no way Bradi would ever fit in her.
Thank the gods I can't have him. He'd break me.
Staring at his rock hard ass did little in the way of alleviating the overwhelming need to touch Bradi. Would it be so wrong to just trace the edges of his tight body? She licked her lips imagining her fingers digging into each cheek as he fucked her. Marisa fought to maintain what little she still held of her composure. "All set?"
"I would much rather have you remove my pants next time, Doc," he said, his deep voice moving over her.
"I'm sure you would," she said wryly, trying to shake the visions from her head of Bradi fucking her. Grabbing her booster gun, Marisa moved up behind him. Placing one hand on his ass and confirming the fact that he was indeed rock hard, she released the Star Union's recommended dosage of immunizations and population control into him. He didn't seem the least bit phased by the injection.
Lt. Commander Bradi Janelle would now be disease free for at least another year and considering the stories she heard about his prowess that was a blessing. Unable to help herself, Marisa patted his bare cheek lightly and let out a soft laugh. Bradi flexed and temptation ran through her. She clutched her hands tight to avoid doing a full backside rub down.
"Have you talked to Peter today?" she asked, desperate to get her mind off his hind end.
Bradi stood quickly, pulling his pants up as he went. The second he turned to face her, he rolled his blue eyes. Running a large hand over his chin, Bradi shook his head, annoyance evident in his masculine features. "You always do that. You always toss Pete's name out whenever I make a comment that turns you on. Every time I make you wet, you throw him in my face, Doc. What? Do you think I forget that you are engaged to my best friend?"
Marisa's jaw dropped. "I do not toss Peter in your face every time you make me wet." Instantly, she cringed. As much as she'd wanted an intellectual debate, she didn't get one. No. Confirming Bradi's assumption that he made her wet never factored into the equation. She wished she could take it back.
A smug smile tugged at the corners of Bradi's mouth and Marisa wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss or kick it away. "See, was it so hard to admit that I make you horny? Come on, Doc. Just own up to it. You want me."
Snorting, Marisa reached out and used Bradi's forearm to steady herself. He didn't seem to mind so she held tight to it. She laughed and leaned into him as he chuckled with her. "Yeah, must be the Corneusim blood in you. I've always wanted a toad. What can you do with your tongue, Lt. Commander?"
"Hold the communicator," he leaned down, putting his face so close to her that their lips would touch if she dared to move, "was that a joke coming out of your mouth? It was funny, Doc, and you look damn good when you smile. You should do it more."
Hearing the warm tone in Bradi's voice, Marisa found herself edging even closer to him as tiny giggles continued to erupt from her. "Do what more?" she asked, hiccupping. The question popped out even though no part of her had intended on asking it. Something about Bradi made rational thought leap right out the window. The man had a way about him.
Running the pad of his thumb over her cheek, Bradi caught her off guard. "You should smile more. You're getting married soon. You'd think you'd be in a better mood about it."
His words cut to the bone as they were no doubt intended to. Stiffening, Marisa collected her thoughts and hardened herself to his charms or at the moment, lack thereof. She jerked back from him, unable to hide the hurt on her face. Something moved over Bradi's handsome features. He reached for her but stopped just shy of actually touching her. "Doc, I-I just wanted you to...."
Doing her best to deal with the turmoil Bradi left her in, Marisa forced a blank expression to her face, donning what she liked to call her work face. "Lieutenant Commander Bradi, my time, as well is yours, is precious, so if you wouldn't mind...."
He sighed. "Shit, don't do this, Doc. Don't clam up and go all stick up the ass on me."
"Stick up the...?" Her jaw dropped. The ringing of her communicator cut her off. She narrowed her gaze on Bradi, daring him to continue with his juvenile behavior as she answered the call. "Dr. Langston here."
"Hey sweetheart, are you done yet? I'm going crazy waiting for you," Peter, her fiancé, said in his bedroom voice. "Did you miss me?"
Marisa turned to avoid Bradi's penetrating gaze and nodded. It took her a moment to realize that Peter couldn't see her. "Yes, I think I'm done here. My last patient was just leaving." She heard the door to her exam room open and close. Relief should have flooded her. Lt. Commander Bradi Janelle had left. Oddly enough, no part of her was happy about that. Suddenly, she felt bad for her brashness. "Listen, I'll see you in a bit. There's something I need to take care of before I call it a day."
"Very well," Peter said. "See you soon."
"Mmmhmm." Marisa clicked the communicator off. Tension filled her neck and shoulders as the weight of her behavior toward Bradi weighed on her. In truth, he was no worse than the rest of the male crew on board. Being one of only a handful of females on a two month deep space journey had left her the target of many deprived males, but none rubbed on her nerves the way Bradi did. No one else made her dream of him, his touch, his cock buried deep within. No. No one else aboard the vessel did what Bradi did to her.
He's driving me insane.
"What the hell is it about you, Janelle, that gets me all fired up? I have never wanted to punch a man as much as I wanted to kiss him. Why you?" She reached down to grab a file off her desk, shaking her head at the idea that she would give Peter up in an instant to be with a man who only wanted a free fuck.
Two strong hands touched her shoulders and she froze. "If I had to guess what it is you can't resist about me, I would say it's my charming personality, my devilish good looks, and the fact that I've got an eleven inch dick. Is that marked in my chart? It should be. Wanna verify that?"
Marisa spun around to find Bradi standing there with a wicked grin on his entirely too attractive face. He winked. "Want me to take my pants off again? Oh, better yet, take yours off and I'll stick you with something special." He wagged his brows. "Something that will surely give you a boost."
"Of all the nerve," she spat as she glared at him. The urge to hit him was great. She gave in to it. The second that her palm connected with his rugged cheek, Marisa hissed, wanting desperately to take the action back. "Oh gods, I'm ... Lt. Commander...."
A fire burned in Bradi's blue eyes as he locked gazes with her. Marisa felt as though she were pinned by his predatory look. Every instinct in her screamed how very deadly the man before her could be but she didn't care. She didn't fear Bradi. She wanted him in ways she knew she shouldn't.
His cheek reddened and before Marisa could stop herself, she kissed her fingertips and pressed them to hot skin, seeming to douse a bit of the fire that burned in his eyes. Tapping her ear with her free hand, Marisa pressed one of the activation points for her built-in medical chips. "Scan for damage."
Bradi stiffened a second before a pain like Marisa had never experienced sliced through her head, instantly rendering her scan of Bradi's cheek ineffective. Grabbing her head, Marisa cried out.
"Shit, sorry," Bradi whispered, as though he had anything to do with her embedded chip acting up. The feel of his large arms wrapping around her instantly helped to chase the pain away, leaving only a tiny, dull ache in its place. "You okay?"
She nodded and stared down at her hand. "That's so strange. It's never hurt me before. Ever."
"I didn't mean to use so much ... umm," he glanced away, "of my good pick up lines on you."
What?
Growling, Marisa shoved him hard in the chest. Bradi didn't budge. The man was an oaf. A certifiable space gigolo that ran through women like they were on special. Anger welled in her. The fact that he'd heard her confession, that he now knew she wanted him, drove her to the edge of reason. Afraid of becoming violent with Bradi, Marisa pointed at the door as she glared at him. "Get out now, or so help me gods...."
Instantly, his mouth covered hers. Stunned, she gasped, giving him the opportunity he needed to ease his tongue in. She lost all rational thought. Licking the inner edges of her mouth, he made her knees shake. Marisa's brain screamed at her to bite his tongue off, but her body reacted by reaching up to touch him, to pull him closer.
He tasted so good. So sweet. So divine. She couldn't get enough.
With his height advantage, Marisa had to stand on her tiptoes while he bent down to her, but it was worth it. The feel of his hot mouth pressed to hers and of his gifted tongue tracing circles around her own made her nipples harden to pebbled points. Liquid pooled at the apex of her thighs and it wasn't until she felt Bradi's hands moving up and under her shirt that she realized what she was doing--making out with a man that could own her heart if he decided he wanted it.
Yanking back from him, Marisa lost her balance and staggered. The sounds of her exam room doors sliding open sounded. She ignored them. Bradi grabbed for her and pulled her into his warm body. The need to kiss him again, to welcome his tongue in her mouth was great. As he leaned down, she thought for sure that he'd kiss her again. He smiled. "Careful now, Doc, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
"That's why I keep you around, Bradi. You know how to take care of what's important to me," Peter said, appearing in the doorway suddenly.
She stilled. Had Peter seen them kissing? She knew Peter well enough to know that he wasn't one to mix words or beat around the bush. He'd have said something.
Marisa's eyes met Bradi's and she saw a shadow pass over them. What they'd done was wrong. It was clear that both parties understood that. Bradi nodded and eased his grip on her. "Yeah, if nothing else, I make a good watchdog, Pete."
She wasn't sure if that was hurt she saw on Bradi's face, or if he was just toying with her so she glanced at Peter hoping he'd shed some light on it. He offered none. No surprise there. Peter rarely had much to offer in the way of insight into Bradi. He was such a sharp contrast to Bradi that she wondered how they'd even become friends.
"Hey, Commander, I thought I told you that I'd meet you in a little bit." Marisa winked at Peter, signifying she was only joking.
Walking toward her, Peter took hold of her arms a bit harder than needed and gave her a good jerk. "And I've told you before that I do not like to be kept waiting--ever."
Marisa gave Peter a questioning stare as she tried to wiggle free of his grasp. "Peter, you're hurting me," she whispered, hoping Bradi wouldn't overhear her.
He eased up a bit but gave her a hard stare in the process. Peter's normally warm personality seemed ice cold almost daily as of late. She'd noticed it more and more and wasn't sure what had prompted it. Sure, Peter was under a great deal of stress with his new position but he'd had that for two months now. The hard as nails persona had come on in the last three weeks.
Glancing down at her, Peter smiled. It was forced and void of emotion. "Excuse us Bradi, but I need to kiss my woman."
"Your woman?" Marisa shot back, not caring much for the reference and still upset about the rough handling. She tugged her arm free of his grasp. "I am no man's property."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you." Peter gave her a sheepish grin and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I love you."
"On that note, I am leaving," Bradi said, sounding oddly even tempered considering how heated he'd been only moments earlier. "I have to check in on the command deck. We are heading into non-Commission territory and it looks like we'll have that damn meteoroid shower to contend with after all. Our scouts tell us that it's not bad, but I would advise going around it if at all possible. I think it might be safest."
Peter gave Bradi a sickeningly sweet smile and when he spoke, Marisa could almost hear the sarcasm dripping from his every word. "That is precisely why you aren't required to think--buddy. We aren't adding any additional time to our trip. We'll continue on course as planned. I'll catch up with you in a bit. Drinks and a round of cards sound good to you, too?"
"Yeah, sure." Bradi headed for the sliding doors, not once bothering to look back. It was as though he'd already forgotten what had passed between them.
How could she have allowed him to kiss her? What was she thinking? He was Peter's friend and a jerk.
Yeah, a jerk who could really kiss!
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