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| CHAPTER 8 Sleeping on her stomach, as was her custom, she came half awake when the bed dipped. "Richard? Where’s Jack?!" "Shhhh...she’s fine. She came back with me." She relaxed at his reassuring tone. Then gasped as she felt his weight come down on her. "You know you’re the only one." He knew about her suspicions! But how?! "You’ve nothing to worry about." She tried to turnover on to her back to see his face, but he wouldn’t let her. His fingers moved the hair from her neck and started taking little nips of her neck and shoulders with his mouth. His erection rubbing against her bottom. Suddenly his weight disappeared and the top sheets were ripped off the bed. Her nightgown thrown above her hips. Wearing no panties, the cooler air raised goose bumps on her exposed flesh. But they soon were replaced with fever as his hands began stroking hips. They moved then to her legs, all the way to her ankles. Then took their time coming back up. Taking the inside route until they reached the darkened area between her legs. Sending shivers of pleasure along her body to settle finally deep in her womanhood. Abruptly his hands were on her hips again, grasping them and raising her to all fours. The bed dipped again as he knelt behind her. She held her breath, waiting for him to enter her. Instead she felt his hands on her breasts. Kneading and pinching the nipples. Making her pant and throw her head back in passion. Not even realizing that she was pushing her bottom against his erection. Begging for the joining of their two bodies. Roughly she was pulled off her hands and made to lean against his chest. His teeth nipping and sucking at her neck. His knees working their way between her legs, widening her stance. Opening her for his explorations. His warm hands raising her nightgown over her head and throwing it on floor. Now she could feel the damp, velvety skin of his chest as it rubbed against her back. His heat seemed to transfer itself to her brain. Making her writhe in need and whimper in plea. "No one! No one makes me want to do this like you." His deep, gravelly voice added more heat to her overwrought senses. Sending her control spinning. His hands cupped her breasts again, plucking and kneading. Soon they were moving flat palmed down her sides. Creating fiction with their light touch and direction. They met at the apex of her thighs. Threading through the tuft that was wet and hot. One finger found her pearl and lightly circled. Waves of pleasure making her pump her hips against his restraining hands. Leaning her forward he entered smoothly. Felt the walls of her femininity brush against his pulsing flesh. Bringing the backs of her thighs to rest on top of his legs, he rested her back against his chest. "Do you understand now Zar?" "Umm...yes...the only one." "Good. Because I’m not worth crying over." She would’ve argued with him, but her mind was to busy trying to process the pleasure he was giving her. His body started to drive into hers in long, deep strokes, while his fingers continued to play with her. The other hand traveled a slow, lazy path up her stomach till it captured her nipple. Her body was alive with the pleasure. It rippled everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The strength of the man awed her. She was not a small woman, but he made her feel tiny, yet luscious. And when he sexed her like this? He made her feel cherished. She was so very close now. She could feel herself hovering right on the edge. But she fought it not wanting this to come to an end. But he was anxious for release also and so sought to bring her on. He knew she was close, that she just needed that one little push to go over the edge. Giving the inside of her ear a quick stab of his tongue he whispered the one word he knew would send her. "Come." And she did. Loudly, strongly, deeply. Her body convulsed so hard that she nearly threw herself off their connection. But his hands kept her anchored and he held her safe as she rode out the overwhelming crest of pleasure and passion. Only when she relaxed against his chest did he move his hands to her hips. Letting his need for climax over take him. Pumping deeply into her body as he grunted his pleasure. Biting her shoulder when he finally spilled into her waiting body, sending paroxysm’s of ecstasy through his. For minutes afterward he couldn’t have moved even if the whole of ASF came crashing in. Her whisper roused him from their now uncomfortable position. "What you do to me." Disengaging her from his body he laid her down next to him. Face to face. But she still couldn’t bring her eyes to meet his. "No Zar, it’s what you’ve done to me. I’m not very good at this romance shit. I don’t have it in me. But take my word, if I ever feel the need to do this with any other woman, I’ll give you the respect of letting you know first. Look at me." Her eyes opened to stare into his whitish orbs. "You have my word. For whatever it’s worth." Slowly bringing up her fingers to his face, she traced his lips. "Everything, Richard. It means everything." He looked into face and marveled at the emotions running through him. He had no idea how it had come to this. He would have bet a million credits that he was too far gone to ever be this kind of man. A man who respected a woman, cared for a kid, had a friend in a holy man. And who was cared about in return. Again the feeling that it was too good to last lashed through his brain. "Zar?" "Hmm?" He could tell she was almost asleep. "If something should happen to me...would you take care of Jack? Especially with Imam leaving." Zar knew better than to fight him on his vision of the future. After hearing of his life before Polaris Station she guessed she couldn’t blame him. But that didn’t mean she had to give him up to death or recapture without a fight. "Sure! But what makes you think anything’s going to happen? Everyone thinks Richard B. Riddick is dead. The only people who know are your friends. As far as anyone else knows, your Richard Carolyn, hardworking family man." But hardworking family man Richard Carolyn was plotting the murder of another human being. Though he didn’t think Elson Brenner deserved the title. And sooner or later, everything Riddick touched turned to shit. "I just want to make sure Jack’s taken care of." It was then that Zar started to get a bad feeling in her chest. It felt somewhat familiar to the feeling of dread she had experienced the day of the attack on Jessup 3. Richard was up to something, something that would probably end up in him getting himself killed. "What’s going on? First you stay out till the wee hours of the night. You come home smelling like a whore...and yes, before you try and get me off track, I believe you when you say I’m the only one. But it still doesn’t change the fact that you smelled like a whore! And now you want me to take care of Jack in case of anything happening to you. What the hell are you planning? And drop it right now if it involves you leaving me, whether alive or dead!" He could hear the rising fear and pain in her voice. But he couldn’t give her the promise that she desperately needed. There was only one way he knew of handling a threat that was directed at those things that were important to him. Before those things important had only been breathing, eating, living another day. But now they included Jack and Imam, along with Zar. Especially Zar. The only way he knew how to deal with a threat was by taking it out of the picture before it could be realized. That meant killing. Pure and simple murder. But he couldn’t let her become a part of it. First she wouldn’t condone it. Second, it would put in her harm’s way. No, this was something no one else but him could do. "Zar, relax! Nothing’s going on. Ask Jack. She’ll tell you where she found me. I just felt like going out to have a couple of drinks. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to relax and have a good time. We don’t keep liquor here out of respect for Imam and I have some drinking to catch up on. Do you know how long it’s been since I had a beer?" He felt only mild discomfort at turning the guilt tactic around on her. But he was sure that it would shut her up quicker than anything else. And her was right. "Oh...well...I guess I understand then. I would’ve been glad to go with you, you know." His derisive chuckle was calculated to make her feel naive. "Honey, where I go to party you wouldn’t have lasted a minute! The scum in there would’ve eaten you alive! I don’t go in for any of those prissy bars. I’m not comfortable in there with all the pretty clothes and prettier people. Give me a good old fashioned hole in the wall. Don’t I deserve a time, now and then, where I can just be myself?!" Hoping to end the conversation there he turned his back on her. Pretending to try and sleep. Pretending to not feel her soft touch of apology on his naked back, asking for his arms to come around her once again in that soft gesture. Pretending not to hear her soft sobbing as she finally realized he wasn’t giving in. Feeling more guilt in that one act of calculated cruelty he had committed over all others. |
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