2/3/2010
Yes, I'm alive. Please don't throw rotten vegetables at me, curse me, or write me off. I'm appalled that I've let this story languish as I have, but given the past year of my life, I really haven't had much of a choice. Several of you have PM'd me and know what's going on, but for the rest of you who have been faithfully reading this story, I would also like to offer you my explanation. First, early last year, one of my children was diagnosed with cancer. He's a fighter and beat it, but now it appears as though he is no longer in remission. We're taking it week-to-week. To make matters worse, before we learned of his cancer, I had filed for divorce and that is yet to be resolved. I won't even bother to go there. Trust me, I can write a LONG novel. So, my life has gone to hell in a hand basket and so far I've not been pulled up either.
So, with a heavy heart, I ask for your forgiveness and patience. At least I have a chapter to offer you as a peace offering....right? I hope you enjoy it, too!! I can't promise when the next chapter will come, but know that I am working on it - SLOWLY.
I miss all of you!! Please let me know if you enjoyed it. You know how much I thrive off of your reviews!!
Oh, and for the last reviewer who asked about the movie title and quote from a movie - I made them up :)
Warnings: Brief M/M kissing, but everything else between Riddick and Jack you can handle.
Since it's been over a year, you may want to read Chapter 35 again **snort** like that would be a hassle, right?
The next morning...
To say that Jack had kept Riddick up most of the night was a gross understatement. After thinking the Xanthian liqueur had worked its way out of her system, he allowed himself to sleep. However, several times she let him know, in no uncertain terms, that simply wasn't the case and found a way to gently wake him up - raining kisses down his throat and over his chest, smoothing her hands over his body, nibbling at his ass when he was on his stomach.
He thought he had been pacing himself. Thought being the key word of course. Why the hell hadn't he demanded her vibrators was a refrain echoing through his thoughts. Never in his life did he believe he would need assistance taking care of one woman's voracious, liqueur-induced appetite. Never in his life did he dream that he'd cringe at the thought of having sex, and with her of all people. And never in his life could he had fathomed refusing her.
One thing was clear. He was going to kill Drake and Micah.
At some point during the night, and quite intentionally, Riddick put some distance between the two of them. Distance and a barrier in the form of two pillows, hoping that she would be as tired of sex as him when she woke up - at least for the rest of the day. But around seven that morning, he felt her hand at his back, and even asleep he flinched.
Flinched!
His eyes flew open as he realized that she was circumventing the pillow barricade to lay behind him, her breasts pressed up against his back while her arm snaked under his to-.
No way!
He wasn't going to find out where her hand was going much less give her the chance to get anything started. Moving her arm away, he grabbed a pillow and bolted off the bed, choosing to sit in a chair and use the pillow as a shield over his crotch. The abrupt departure of his warm, hulking form woke her immediately.
"Riddick, wha-? Lights ten percent," she sleepily commanded, only to be greeted by his hand held up to her face like a stop sign. Not exactly the warmest way to wake up, which further befuddled her. "Why are you over there?"
"Just stay the fuck where you are, woman!"
Jack frowned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, yawning and irritably inquiring, "What's wrong with you?"
"YOU are what's with me! I can't fuckin' do it."
Obviously confused, she sat up in bed mouth agape. "What are you talking about? Can't do what?"
"Fuck! That's what!" he growled. "I got nothin' left. You drained my balls dry and about broke my fuckin' dick!"
"Broke your-" Jack pressed her lips together tightly, but laughter bubbled forth regardless. "Broke it? Is that even possible?"
"Didn' think so 'til last night," he snarled.
Then his scowl grew even blacker as he ran his eyes over her tousled bed hair, thoroughly kissed lips, and assorted love marks he'd left on her. And then there were those luscious breasts of hers that still beckoned him, making his mouth water.
He was definitely fucked.
Keeping the pillow firmly over his crotch, he stood and shoved a pillow at her chest, which she regarded somewhat testily.
"What's this for?"
"Cover yourself. You're a distraction I don't need."
Jack hugged the pillow as she pouted for a moment, but he remained glued to his seat. Giving up, she laid back down, pillow still in her arms, and rolled to her stomach. Riddick groaned and clenched his teeth. With the exception of her hair and where the sheet barely covered her ass, her entire backside was completely bare to him, including the side of one of her breasts. Fuck! No matter what he tried to do, she still managed to present herself as a sex siren, an offering for him to take.
"I wasn't trying to start anything," she quietly insisted. He didn't appear to believe her. "I wasn't! I just wanted to be next to you. You're warm and cuddly."
Him? Cuddly? That description grated uncomfortably, causing his black look to become even more severe, if possible.
"I ain't gettin' back in that bed with you," he flatly stated.
Was she imagining it or did it sound like he left an 'unless' option open. There was only one way to find out. "If I wrap myself up in the sheet, would you come back over here?"
Instead of waiting for an answer, she grabbed and pulled the sheet up to her chin, making sure to leave enough available for him to cover himself while also tucking it firmly beneath her. Riddick waited a good five seconds before rising from the chair, the pillow still over his crotch no less, before returning. Smiling, she picked up the sheet for him to slide beneath and rested her head in the crook of his arm before he was completely settled. With his arm around her back, his hand settled naturally on the sheet-covered curve of her hip and she looped her arm across his stomach as well.
"See," she chided, "not starting anything."
Riddick kissed the top of her head, gruffly telling her, "Go back ta sleep."
After two more hours of restful snoozing to his credit, Riddick was woken by a draft. All it took was a brief glimpse of his now naked body to find the cause. Glancing over to his right, Jack had turned away from him at some point and taken the sheet with her, then kicked it off as well leaving her entire backside uncovered. He could see the goosebumps peppering her flesh, too.
So much for warm and cuddly, eh? Fuck! I can do this, he told himself.
Not yet ready to leave the comfort of his bed for the day and needing a bit of warmth, he snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her sleeping form toward him. With her spooned in his arms and the sheet over them both, he did his best to ignore that soft, naked ass of hers pressed snugly against his groin.
Jack slept quite soundly imagining herself wrapped in a warm cocoon. If only she could sleep like this every night, she should be so lucky. But then her imagination took an even better turn as warm lips trailed up her shoulder and the side of her neck, warm hands ghosted over her hip and ribs to her breasts to softly trace her contours. She whimpered as fingers teased her nipples into hard peaks, sighed as the skin of her inner thighs was lightly stroked, and gasped, eyes flying open as fingers parted her now slick folds and dipped into her wet core.
"Riddick," she panted.
"Hmmm?" he lazily replied, his lips on her pulse point, his hands never ceasing their languid torment.
"Thought-" Oh god, she possibly think clearly much less speak when he touched her like that? "Thought you were broken," she eventually rushed out of her mouth.
"All fixed up."
"Well, isn't that a relief, " she sarcastically drawled. "That would have been a definite grounds for divorce had it been a permanent affliction."
He teethed her bare shoulder, sending a jolt of lust straight to her core and she about jumped out of his arms. Smirking, he then lazily nibbled on the shell of her ear, drawing his tongue along the edge for good measure.
"Just needed a little time to recover without you tryin' to fuck my brains out every five minutes."
"Five minutes?" Jack snorted. "Exaggerating a bit aren't we? Twenty...thirty maybe, but not five."
"Maybe, but it ain't far from the truth."
"I don't know what came over me last night. Too much wine I guess."
"Wasn't just the wine, baby, but we'll get to that later," he explained. "Right now, I've got other plans."
After spending almost half the day in bed mostly sleeping, their stomachs and the need for a hot shower got the best of them. Riddick insisted on separate showers, coaxing her into the idea with the promise that he'd have breakfast ready for her after she got out.
While washing her hair, her thoughts drifted back to their time on the bridge and Riddick extending her sexual repertoire. There was so much more to learn, too. She groaned, becoming a bit frustrated with herself for being so inexperienced. He had been incredibly patient, almost bordering on cautious when it came to introducing her to new bed sport.
However, knowing he could go to one of the girls in her club and have them cater to his every whim unnerved her. Ignorance didn't suit her whatsoever, and given his appetite she felt compelled to become educated. Granted, he had promised that he wouldn't seek out other women. Although she believed in his word, she secretly feared him growing restless, yearning for what he couldn't have with her. She supposed doing some research wouldn't hurt. Hell, there were probably videos that showed just about anything online right? Speaking of videos, she knew he probably had a respectable porn collection, too.
Like a light bulb going off in her head, Jack squealed as a potential solution presented itself.
"Why I didn't think of this before, I don't know!"
Stepping back under the water, she rinsed the suds from her hair and finished her shower as quickly as possible. There was work to be done!
At the galley door, Jack stood there watching Riddick pour coffee and smothered a contented sigh. Sometimes it was the simple things about him that pleased her the most.
"You gonna stare at my ass or come in here an' eat?"
How did he know I was here? Glowering at his back, she leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, determined not to let him fluster her. "I don't know. The view from here looks pretty damn fine if you ask me."
He looked over his shoulder at her, then down toward his ass seeing that's where her line of sight was aimed. "Still wanna bite it?"
"Thought I did that last night."
"Nah, you were just nibblin'."
The food prep beeped and he opened the door, the scent of the food permeated her senses causing her stomach to rumble.
"Mmm. No wonder I'm so hungry then."
She walked up behind him, kissing his bare shoulder as her hands drifted to his waist before splaying across his stomach. She smiled feeling his muscles twitch beneath her touch.
"Whatever you made smells sooooo good."
"Nothin' fancy. Just food." Riddick looked down at her hands, feeling a swell of unexpected pride at the ring on her finger and what it represented.
"You're too modest." She attempted to steal a piece of bacon and got her hand popped. "Ow!"
"You can wait 'til it's on the plate."
"Fine," she retorted,"See if I compliment your cooking again."
Jack took a seat at the table and sipped her orange juice until he put the plate before her. Her stomach loudly protested its empty state, and she wasted no time in digging in. Riddick sat next to her with only a cup of coffee in his hands. After her third bite, she realized he wasn't eating.
"You aren't hungry?"
"I ate while you were in the shower."
She smiled and popped a small piece of bacon in her mouth. "Couldn't wait, huh?"
"After all the calories I burned last night? No."
"Speaking of last night," she began, "you said I was shitfaced, but not like I thought. Are you finally going to tell me what happened?"
"No."
"No?" Now a bit peeved, she put down her fork. "Why the hell not?"
He nodded over her shoulder, toward the door. "I ain't gonna tell you. They are."
Looking behind her, Drake and Micah were standing at the door, both with huge, loopy grins plastered to their faces. After that introduction, they wasted no time joining the couple at the table.
"I don't get it. What do these two have to do with me-. Um..."
Embarrassment stopped her short of explaining anything further, but Drake was more than happy to complete her thought.
"What do we have to do with you wanting to fuck his brains out?"
Jack felt her cheeks go flaming red. "I didn't-" she began to protest, but quickly saw that all three men would in no way buy it.
Her eyes darted first to a smirking Drake, then to Micah who wore a very similar expression, and both seemed quite pleased with themselves. Then, as if the clouds had parted to bestow upon her head the light of wisdom, it became perfectly clear to her.
"Sons of bitches! You did something to me!" Their grins grew wider. "Oh, my god! What the hell did you do?"
Micah covered her hand with his. "Before we say anything, you should know that we had your best interests at heart - both of your interests. Drake and I had a very enlightening conversation after speaking privately with the two of you and came to the same conclusion that some serious intervention was called for."
Drake cleared his throat after the blank look on her face. "What my verbose partner-in-crime is tryin' to say is that after comparin' notes, we saw that if we didn't step in ta take things over, you two weren't gonna be hittin' the sheets again anytime soon."
"Which means what, Drake?" Jack demanded, poking his arm. "All I was aware of is the gentle prodding Micah was doing on my end. I can only assume you were doing the same for Riddick-"
"And we thought it was workin', too," Drake interjected.
"Until after the ceremony when we stayed outside the door and tried to listen in," Micah explained. "Granted, it was difficult to hear much, but from what we could make out, the two of you were fighting worse than ever."
Jack caught Riddick's humorous expression and coughed to disguise her laughter, quickly bringing her glass to her mouth to take a drink. She knew full well what they had interpreted as a heated argument had, in fact, been about the truthfulness of their wedding vows. For once, it had been a delightfully good argument to have.
"And because we were fighting, you took it upon yourselves to...?"
Micah shifted a bit uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, it was supposed to have been a simple toast."
"But then you were bitchin' at each other," Drake continued, "and came outta the bridge yellin' loud enough to shake the ship apart."
Pursing her lips to keep from smiling, Jack nodded. "Please do continue."
"We thought you'd refuse a toast, so we made dinner, which still gave us a chance to go forward with our plan."
"Oh, don't stop there, Micah," she urged.
"Well, we..." he hedged, nervously scratching the back of his head.
"God damn, Micah you big pussy," Drake growled having lost his patience. "We spiked your damn drink, Jack!"
Catching a glimpse of Riddick again, he had a hand above his mouth to hide a smile and his shoulders were actually trembling from stifled laughter.
She wanted to kill him.
"You spiked my fucking drink?" she asked through clenched teeth. "With what?"
Micah picked up where Drake left off. "Xanthian liqueur. It's an aphrodisiac - a powerful one, too. Only we didn't exactly intend on giving you as much as we did, and Drake neglected to mention that its effect is intensified by alcohol."
"Hey, but it worked, right?" Drake brightly replied, grinning like a goon. "The two of you are right as rain and you have me and Micah to thank for it all."
But Jack was still focused on the word aphrodisiac. When Drake and Micah slept together, an aphrodisiac had been involved giving 'Scruff Muffin' the confidence to jump Micah, and she wondered if it was the same one they dosed her with. Smiling oh so sweetly, Jack focused her full attention on Drake.
"Yes, it did work," she agreed, "but I have one question. Would this be the same aphrodisiac you took before you did the nasty with Micah?"
Drake's jaw dropped to the floor, and a heart beat later he had Micah pinned to his chair with his glaring eyes. "What the fuck! You told her?"
"She's my best friend! We tell each other everything."
"Oh my fucking god, Micah! You are such a damn girl!" Drake growled.
"Lay off 'im, Drake," Riddick soothed. "Ain't like we all didn't know already."
"You knew?" Jack gasped.
"Walked in on 'em when I went out to get us food first night we were together."
"And you didn't tell me why?" she retorted.
"'Cuz you woulda wanted to go see for yourself."
"Damn right I would've!" Then she grinned quite dreamily and rested her chin in the cradle of her upturned hands. "Two hot guys making out isn't something I'd turn down a chance to see."
Riddick sat back in his seat, frankly stunned. It seemed every day he was learning more about this woman and she definitely had a kinky streak that just blindsided him big time.
"Dude," Drake chuckled, nudging Riddick with his knee under the table, "your wife thinks I'm hot."
"As a couple, Drake," she quickly added, which earned her a snarling look. "So tell me," she urged, teething her bottom lip in anticipation. "Since I could never experience it for myself, how was it with Micah?"
Her best friend instantly groaned and she screamed in mock fright as Drake vaulted from his seat and ran around the table after her, arms outstretched to wipe that taunting smirk off her face. Wisely, she sought refuge in Riddick's lap after evading Drake for a lap around the table.
"Come on," Drake begged Riddick. "Just lemme get my hands around her neck for a few seconds. I promise that's all it'll take!"
"Told you she can be a mouthy little shit, Drake."
"That you did." Drake pointed at Jack as he menacingly glared. "Woman, be warned. You can't hide behind him all the time."
Jack softly laughed. "Damn! It was that good, huh?"
She squeaked as Riddick ribbed her. "Keep it up, baby and I'll let him at ya."
"Killjoy," she pouted. "So, are you gonna tell them or should I?"
"Tell us what?" Micah asked.
Riddick eyed Drake and Micah. "Look at 'em. They're all puffed up because of what they did and you wanna go and spoil it?"
Now Drake's interest was piqued. "What the hell is she talkin' about?"
"Hell with it," Riddick muttered. "The two of you didn't hafta spike her drink."
Drake returned to his seat, shaking his head because he disagreed. "Which part of you two screamin' your heads off at each other did you miss?"
"We were fakin' it to pull one over on the two of you," he explained. "We figured you had been plottin' together behind our backs."
"And obviously we were right," she added. "Us yelling in the hallway and sniping at each other at dinner? That was planned."
"And the yelling we heard on the bridge?" Micah asked.
"That?" She caught Riddick's curious glance. He obviously wasn't going to help her out. "Oh, Riddick and I were just...ironing out a few things."
Smirking, Riddick smugly admitted,"Then she damn near raped my ass, pinned me down to my own captain's chair and had her way with me."
Jack quickly jabbed her elbow into his gut, earning her a low grunt. "Is nothing sacred with you?"
"What? Ain't like I gave 'em details." She emitted an irritable growl as she rose from his lap. "Ain't like they haven't heard you scream before either," he added, as well.
"Feel free to stop at any time."
But he was on a roll and enjoying himself. "Ain't like they won't be hearin' you again, too."
Smiling sweetly down at her quite arrogant husband, she informed him, "Not if I'm in bed alone."
That, along with Drake and Micah's snickering, deflated him quickly enough. Taking her plate and juice, she nodded at Micah. "Come on. I need some best friend time."
Like a shark to blood, Drake zoned in on Riddick the second the door slid shut leaving the two men alone.
"Hell man, you gonna let me in on how it happened?"
Nonchalantly, Riddick shrugged. "We talked. We yelled. We made up. She's back in my bed where she belongs. End of story."
Drake nodded his head as he grinned like a mad fool. "Then you did take my advice."
"Like I said, Drake. We talked."
Growing petulant because his friend wasn't dishing, he demanded, "Why are you being so damn evasive?"
"Why are you so damn nosy?" Riddick countered.
Drake sniffed and dabbed the imaginary tears he was shedding. "And to think we used to share everything with each other."
"Good god," Riddick groaned. "When did you become such a fuckin' drama queen? Hangin' with Micah done that to ya?"
"Aw come on, Rick. You know that's why you love me! I keep you from becomin' a dull boy."
"You wanna know what went on?" Riddick asked.
"Duh, I thought I made that clear."
"Goes both ways, Drake."
"Huh?"
"You and Micah. What's up with the two of you?"
"Oh, I see how it is now. If I give you some dirt on what's been goin' on with us, then you'll do the same?"
Riddick shrugged, hiding a smirk at Drake's use of the word 'us' in reference to Micah and himself. Making no promises, he replied, "Sounds good to me."
"Fuck, it ain't like we'll be swappin' boxes of chocolates and holdin' hands or any shit like that. You know me, man."
"Uh-huh. I know how much of a man-whore you are."
"Man-whore?" he laughed.
"Yeah, if it's got two feet, you'll fuck it."
"Hey, hey hey! I got me some standards," he defensively responded.
Nodding in agreement, Riddick told him, "You can pick 'em alright. I suppose if you were gonna fuck a guy, then Micah's about as high class as you can get - a model, too."
"I didn't fuckin' plan this, if that's what you're thinkin," he grumbled. "The opportunity just kinda presented itself."
"And you hadn't been laid in what - three, four days tops? Hell," he chuckled, "that's like six months for most guys."
"Hardy, har, har! Look, I didn't tell you because I didn't want things to get...you know...weird between us."
"Weird?"
"Yeah...weird. You and I have shared quite a few chicks and bumped manly bits because of it. We're friends, and I didn't want you thinkin' that it was you I had been wantin' to fuck instead of them this whole time."
Riddick frowned, and made every attempt to sound hurt as he asked, "You mean you weren't lustin' after me, Drake?"
His friend instantly scowled, but good naturedly told him, "You fuckin' wish. So, we're good?"
Riddick left his chair and headed for the door. "What? You thought I'd tell you to fuck off jus' cuz you're fuckin' guys now?"
"I ain't gay, Rick,"
To Drake's shock, Riddick laughed and clapped him on the back. "Funny...that's what I told Jack when she asked if you were straight. And yeah, we're good."
Riddick was half-way out the door before Drake yelled, "Hey! I thought you were gonna tell me what went on between you and Jack!"
"Said the idea sounds good, Drake. Didn't promise though."
Drake watched him walk out the door and yelled at his back. "You're a real fucker, you know that?
"Ain't news to me," he called over his shoulder, softly chuckling.
Riddick might not have given Drake the details he desired, but Jack had no such problem with Micah. Truthfully, it was part of the reason why he didn't divulge what had occurred. Knowing she would give Micah a full accounting, he figured it would get back to Drake eventually. And Micah was thrilled for her, for them both. He also couldn't help feeling a pinch of satisfaction for the role he and Drake played in getting them back together.
"Good to know that your head isn't quite as thick as I was beginning to assume," he joked.
"Yeah, well...I think it may have been pretty damn close. Between you and JP, the wheels started churning. I don't know what Drake was up to, but whatever he did it worked. At least from my perspective it did. Although he'd probably deny it with his dying breath, Riddick made himself vulnerable to me by opening up and talking, sharing things that he never had before. All of that coupled with what Iman was saying made me realize that my future happiness was in my own hands, and I was slowly strangling the life out of it."
"Bein' a little hard on yourself aren't you?"
"No...no, I don't think so," she said, shaking her head. "I let my hurt feelings get the best of me. I was too stubborn to let go of them, wanting him to cave in first and...and-" Blowing out a breath, she laughed at herself. "Oh, hell, I don't know what I wanted from him exactly."
"For him to fall to his knees and confess that everything he did was completely wrong and to beg you to forgive him?"
Jack rolled her eyes and then sighed. "Yup, that's probably close to the truth. But then Riddick opened up to me before the wedding even started, and Iman was talking about loving a person in spite of their mistakes, which is what I wasn't doing. I just took a leap of faith and let it all go."
"And how did that feel?"
"It scared the hell out of me, Micah," she answered honestly. "Very much like I was free falling uncontrollably without a net to catch me. But then this peace washed over me, and I knew I had made the right choice."
With a devious twinkle in his eye, Micah leaned in close and quietly asked her, "So how long was it after we left that you about raped him?"
Jack rolled her eyes, but related what happened, her face turning beet red as she did. Micah, of course, gave her a hard time, but that was just them being...well, them. However, as the re-telling began to wind down, she finally worked up the nerve to ask Micah for a very important favor, one that she could not ask of any other person, and one that frankly shocked the hell out of him.
"You want me to do WHAT?" he blurted out.
Her eyes darting to the open gym door, Jack clasped her hand over Micha's mouth. "Not so loud."
He peeled her hand off. "Excuse me, but do my ears need cleaning out? You didn't just ask me to-"
"Yes, yes I did," she insisted.
"Me? Why me? Isn't this something you should be talking about with your husband?"
"Not if I want to surprise him."
Micah's mouth dropped open a good inch at least. "So, you've never-"
"No, not yet. I've wanted to, but-" She ran a nervous hand through her hair. "Look, he's been with so many woman before me-"
"Please don't go comparing yourself to all of them, baby. You'll drive yourself nuts!"
"I'm not comparing myself...okay, not really, but I can't help but compare their level of expertise-"
"Oh, is that what we're calling it?"
"Damn, you've gotten a hell of a lot mouthier after hanging around with Drake!"
Micah smirked, "He grows on you. Go on."
"Anyway, as we both know, my expertise is limited, and I don't want him to think that he's had to...to," she stammered, struggling for the appropriate words.
"Trade down?" he offered.
Jack smiled brightly. "Exactly. I don't want him to feel as though he's had to trade down to a simpler model."
"First of all, you're not a space craft he purchased - there is no trading down, so stop thinking of yourself like that. And second, he's ten years older than me, which means he's probably had enough extra years of experience to tell you exactly what he likes and to walk you through it."
"But he hasn't exactly had open access to women all that time either. With his job and running from mercs, he's gone long stretches between...female visits."
"Which makes him all the more discerning about his likes and dislikes," he retorted.
"But as I said before, I'd like to surprise him, and I don't want to appear like a fumbling fool either. Given that you're only into men, I figured you've had the most experience both receiving and giving. Not only do you know what you like, you know how to deliver it, too."
Micah shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Her logic was completely dizzying. Groaning, he asked her, "I'm not going to be able to talk you out of this am I?"
"Nope."
Micah sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay."
Jack squealed with delight and launched herself on Micah, knocking him down to the mat with her arms around his neck. She was peppering his face with kisses when Drake walked in on them. Had he not known better, their position with her laying fully on top of him and with his arms around her waist would have been incredibly compromising.
"Ahem!"
Micah and Jack heard him and both turned in his direction. Jack graced him with a brilliant smile, right before snickering. "Jealous Drake? Should you and I trade places?"
"I'm gonna fuckin'-"
Jack screeched Micah's name as Drake came after her, rolling off her best friend and hiding behind him as he sat up. Truthfully, he had no intention of laying a hand on her, although he knew Riddick wouldn't do a thing to him if he just shook her a little. But making her believe he would thrash her was fun enough.
Drake looked like a raging bull with flashing green eyes as he drew closer to the now standing pair. Micah was keeping himself as a buffer between the two of them, which given his current disposition was the wisest thing to do. But staring into Drake's aggressive face suddenly made his mouth go dry, and he found himself wishing they were quite alone. He held out his arms to keep the fuming man at arm's length and from reaching around him to get to Jack.
"Drake, she's just trying to get you riled up."
"She'll learn not to say shit like that after I get my hands on her," he growled, lunging forward and managing to get a hold of the sleeve of her shirt for a second.
"Jack," Micah called over his shoulder, slowly turning so their backs would be facing the door. "I'll get back with you later upstairs, okay?"
"Okay, but how am I gonna get out of here?"
"You let me handle that."
Drake lunged around Micah again, capturing her wrist with a triumphant laugh. He lunged to the other side to grab her other arm when Micah intervened. Grasping the sides of Drake's face, Micah closed the distance between them and brought their mouths together. Shock caused Drake to let go of Jack and she ran out the door and half way down the hall. Feeling she was at a safe distance and not hearing feet in pursuit, she turned around to find herself quite alone.
"What the hell did he do to Drake?"
They weren't talking as she might have expected. With curiosity getting the better of her, she quietly crept back to the gym door and peeked inside, slapping a hand over her mouth before she made a sound to bring attention to herself. Micah had Drake pinned to the wall, his fingers woven into Drake's thick, dark hair. Drake's hands were kneading Micah's back as they traveled south to grasp his ass and pull their lower bodies flush against the other. But what had her heart pounding like mad, making her mouth go dry was the way they were kissing. No, that wasn't kissing. The two of them were doing nothing short of devouring each other. It was explosive, raw, and so much hotter than she could have ever imagined it would be.
Oh. My. Fucking. God! Wonder if that's what Riddick and I look like sometimes?
Beginning to feel a bit like she was spying on something she shouldn't, she stepped back from the door. An arm immediately circled her waist and a hand closed over her mouth, muffling her surprised scream as she was hauled against a hard body. She jumped when Riddick's lips ghosted over her ear. Fuck! If her heart wasn't already slamming in her chest from watching Drake and Micah, him scaring the crap out of her sure as hell made up for it.
"Spyin', Jack?" he gruffly whispered against her ear. Unexpectedly, she actually nodded. "And did you like what you saw?"
He already knew the answer, could smell it on her, but he wondered if she would admit it. Deep, lustful male groans floated from the gym, making her shiver as her imagination ran wild about what they were now doing. Hell yes, she liked what she saw.
Riddick prompted her again. "Did you, baby?" She softly whimpered beneath his hand and curtly nodded. "How interesting," he drawled, his voice more gravely than usual and sexy as fuck.
And as quickly as he had restrained her, he let her go and walked away. She followed him, of course, right into their bedroom, which had been his plan all along. Having quite a few strides ahead of her, he was waiting, sitting on the corner of their bed. As soon as the door slid shut behind her, Jack mounted his lap and thoroughly kissed him. It took her a few seconds, but she became uncomfortably aware that he wasn't enthusiastically participating.
Frowning, she pulled far enough away to see his face. "What's wrong?"
"Watchin' them kiss turned you on."
There was no recriminating tone in his voice. It was a simple statement, but she couldn't stop the heated blush that suffused her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she nodded. "Yeah...a little more than I expected. Is there a problem with that?"
"No. Everybody's got their kinks, Jack."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Nothin' wrong, baby. Just somethin' we need to get straight."
"Such as?"
"Like I said, everybody's got their kinks. Watchin' hot guys kiss turns you on. Two hot girls makin' out? One of the things that does it for me. Is there a problem with that?"
He watched a frown slightly mar her features after his revelation, which told him he had done the right thing in bringing this up.
"No," she finally admitted, although not nearly as quickly as him.
"Now lemme ask you a question, and don't go gettin' all pissed off at me either."
"Okay, what is it?"
"If...and I said if. If I saw a couple of girls goin' at each other like Drake and Micah were, and it turned me on to the point of wantin' to track you down and fuck, would you want me to do that?"
Jack groaned and leaned her forehead against his. She had been about to use him...again! After a minute she raised her head and cupped his face in her hands before brushing her lips over his.
"No, I don't suppose I'd want you to do that, and I'm sorry for-"
His finger on her lips ceased the rest of her words. "Nothin' to be sorry for. I just wanted us to be clear on how we wanted to handle it."
Jack buried her face in his shoulder. "God, I hate this. I can't stand when I do shit like-. Sometimes I feel so stupid!"
He cupped her face this time and kissed her ever so slowly. When he finally pulled away, he wore a rather lopsided smile that piqued her curiosity. "What's up with the goofy smile?"
Unable to stop the laughter that rumbled in his chest, Riddick laughed as he confessed, "I'm just glad it was you who did it first and not me!"
"Well, that's a hell of a thing to say," she snapped, scowling and with her hands on her hips, too.
"Come on, Jack. You woulda been pissed off at me and good had I come wantin' to fuck after some other woman or women got my dick in a twist."
"Alright," she huffed. "I probably would have been offended. But if you do get all horned up over something like that, I sure as hell wouldn't want you to take advantage of another offer either."
Riddick firmly clasped the back of her neck to get and keep her attention. "I promised I wouldn't do that," he rumbled, jaw clenched in severe irritation.
"I know," she sighed.
"Do you?"
Jack nervously teethed her bottom lip. "I-I just hope I can be enough for you," she finally whispered, stunned that she actually admitted that to him.
With a growl, Riddick grasped her hips and stood, turned toward the bed and placed her down on it, pressing her into the mattress with the weight of his body.
"Enough for me, Jack?" he asked, glaring down at her. "Count this as one of your stupid times, woman. I sure as fuck can't get enough of you."
Jack's heart was racing after that declaration and she could do nothing but stare up at him, mouth slightly agape and completely speechless at least for the moment. Yeah, she felt pretty stupid, but also like the most beautiful, desirable, and treasured woman there was. Good god, the man could turn her to mush!
"Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
Riddick rolled until he was on his back and she lay straddling his hips. Moving his hands under his head, he tossed her a challenge. "Show me, baby."
Jack woke up from a short nap quite alone in bed. She reached over to where he should have been and found the sheets devoid of his body warmth. Everything should have been right in the world, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated and yes, angry with herself. He had given her the perfect opportunity to have her way with him, but she still couldn't bring herself to completely take advantage. The possibility of fumbling around and embarrassing herself had been too much. Thankfully, she found other ways to please him, and he seemed to be quite satisfied...seemed.
Slapping her hands on the sheets in self-disgust, she growled, "Enough is enough! Time to find Micah."
It took her a while, but she finally located him on the bridge as he was ending a call.
"There you are!" she said, her exasperation apparent.
"Me? What happened to you earlier?"
"One word - Riddick. And we were doing the same thing that I can imagine you were doing in the gym with Drake. Smokin' hot kiss by the way."
Micah felt his face heating up. "Yeah, that was meant to distract him and we kinda got carried away."
"Mm-hm. He was all over you."
"Just how long were you standing there?"
"Not long, but long enough to know that the two of you make one yummy, muscle-clad ball of monkey love when you get together."
"A bit over the top don't you think?"
"Um....nope. For someone who professed to you that it was a one-time thing, he appeared to be highly enthusiastic."
Clearing his throat, Micah asked, "Are you you ready for your first lesson?"
"Tired of being the object of the conversation so soon?"
"Something like that. Let's go to the galley."
"Why? I'm not hungry."
"Neither am I, but if we're going to do this right, you need something to practice on."
Drake walked into the galley ten minutes after Jack's "lesson" began to find her giggling and giving a banana a very slow, deliberate lick from peel to tip while Micah intently watched.
"God damn," Drake chuckled. "Now that's one way to eat a banana."
Jack promptly bit two inches off the top of the fruit and rose from her chair. "That's the problem with you, Drake. You inhale your food instead of savoring it."
Micah covered his twitching lips with his hand. "We were talking about dinner. Anything particular you'd like since she's cooking?"
Jack mouthed the words 'thank you' behind Drake's back.
"Dinner? Can you make lasagna?"
"I sure can, but it's going to take a while. You might want to get a snack if you're hungry."
"That's what I came in here for anyway. Rick and I are trying to work out the logistics so I can pick up my next shipment and my stomach growled. He told me to 'shut it the fuck up'."
He reached for the bananas and she practically shoved them out of his reach, then offered him two apples instead.
"I'm being selfish, I know, but I'm going to horde them for myself. You don't mind, do you?" she innocently asked.
Drake cocked his head to the side as if evaluating her, but then he tossed one of the apples in the air and told her, "No, not at all. See you later then."
"We'll call when it's ready."
Jack sank back in her chair once he was gone. "Oh my god, that was close!"
"I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head," Micah laughed.
"It's not funny! What if he says something to Riddick?"
"I doubt it. Just so he doesn't get suspicious, the next lesson we'll use something different."
"Such as?"
Micah went to the cabinet and pulled out a box that he had come across the other day. "Ice cream cones."
Drake and Riddick took off after dinner, still using the excuse of working out a shipping run, although she was beginning to suspect they were discussing her upcoming meeting with Cox and Damian. While they were otherwise engaged, Micah and Jack retired to the living room to watch a movie and to let her practice. Half an hour into it, he excused himself and brought back two heaping ice cream cones.
"Wow! Those are huge," she exclaimed, eagerly taking the offered cone.
"Yeah, just trying to make it realistic for you."
Laughing, she acted as if she was handing the cone back to him. "Then you'll need to add another scoop at least."
"Sorry, babe. This was the last of the ice cream, so you'll just have to use your imagination."
"That I can do," she boasted with a wicked gleam in her eye. "What flavor is this?"
He arched a brow. "Does it matter?"
"Nope, just curious."
She went to take her first lick of the cone, but her lips made contact with the back of his hand instead.
"Now just remember not to jump right in and go for it, although that's kinda what we're doing here. Anticipation whets the appetite and makes the act itself all the more pleasurable."
"I know, I know oh noble Micah-son," she joked. "I vow I won't devour the main course before it's due time."
"Hey watch out! It's dripping."
Jack winked. "Watch this and then critique me."
Riddick and Drake just happened to walk by right as she slowly, sensuously licked up the line of melting ice cream, finishing it off with the flick of her tongue. She then broadly licked the twin scoops not once but twice. Riddick was rooted to the spot, finding his mouth dry and his cock swelling, especially after she tilted her head to one side and seemingly caressed the frozen dessert with her lips.
Drake snapped him out of his private little world when he elbowed him and quietly sniggered, "A wife with amazing oral skills. Ain't you the lucky boy."
Making their presence known to the ice cream eating pair, Drake then growled, "If you know what's good for you, that better not be the last of the ice cream."
Shocked to her toes at being caught, she almost dropped her cone. Catching Riddick's speculative appraisal, arched brow and all, her cheeks flamed. Thankfully, she stopped short of groaning, which would have only confirmed his suspicion. Damn that eyebrow of his! The last thing she wanted was for him to know what she had been up to. Unfortunately, even though the room was fairly dark, she just remembered that he could easily see the heightened heat her embarrassment was creating. Oh, hell!
"Jack? Is that the last of the ice cream?" Riddick quietly inquired.
They both knew he wasn't truly inquiring about it either.
"Micah said it was, but I'm willing to share."
Crooking a finger, he motioned for her to come to him. Micah, softly chuckling, told her under his breath, "Don't forget to breathe through your nose."
Embarrassment coloring her cheeks again, she popped Micah on the arm as she left him to go to Riddick. As she walked the short distance, she took another slow, long lick.
"Want some?" she offered, holding the cone up to him.
Smirking, he wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and drew her to him. With his mouth but an inch from hers, he purred, "Need a taste test first."
Riddick ran his tongue along her bottom lip, taking in the bit of melted chocolate still lingering there before fully taking her mouth. Jack yielded, opening fully as his tongue swept in for a more thorough taste. Lust flared quickly between them, as it always did, and she completely forgot they had an audience of two. That and the cone almost slipped from her hand. His fingers closed over hers at the last second, keeping it in place.
When he released her mouth, he was licking his own lips. "Always did like chocolate," he mused.
"Want more?" she asked, biting her bottom lip - a sign of her nervousness, which he noted with avid curiosity.
"Only if it's a private tasting." What the hell are you up to?
"For what I have in mind?" she huskily whispered. "Absolutely."
Meanwhile....
Damian Cromby slumped comfortably on the worn brown leather sofa in his office, pants at his ankles and hands fisting the honeyed hair of his newest acquisition as he tested her oral skills first hand. She was young, seventeen, or so he was told when he bought her that morning. Her age, give a few years, wasn't something he'd lose any sleep over. It was her looks and demeanor that counted, and she was both luscious and submissive - a potent combination in a sex slave once properly trained.
If the way she clumsily scraped her teeth against his cock was any measure, she was going to need a lot of practice before he could put her up for auction. He hadn't taken it upon himself to train a slave in a quite some time, but her air of innocence and girly blushes intrigued him enough to consider it. Perhaps enough to keep her for himself. For a while at least.
Teeth once again pinched his tender flesh and he hissed through clenched teeth, jerking her mouth off his cock by her hair. "What the fuck did I tell ya about those god damn teeth of yours?"
Nessa's eyes immediately filling with tears, she sobbed an apology. "I-I'm s-s-sorry. My jaw hurts. You're just so...."
"So? So what?"
"BIG!" she blurted out, blushing furiously. "Master Zane and his brothers...they were so much smaller than you."
"Smaller, eh?" She nodded emphatically. "Fine - for now," he growled. "Lemme see what you can do with your hands and your mouth together. Don't forget my balls, too."
"Thank you for giving me another chance, Master Damian!"
"Whatever. Less talk, more action." Nessa had no sooner bowed her head to do as instructed when his communicator beeped signaling an incoming call. Nessa paused at the noise, causing Damian to scowl down at her. "Don't you fuckin' stop. I can talk and have you blow me at the same time." Turning his attention back to the video screen, he gave the command, "Accept incoming call on screen."
The screen flickered momentarily before an image of a man appeared - Steven.
"Hello, Doc," Damian drawled.
"Hello?" Steven sneered. "Hello? Is that all you have you to say to me? I've not heard from either you or Cox in far too long! Where the hell is Kyra Rymbaldi? My patience is growing thin."
Damian only chuckled at Steven's tirade. "Sounds like somebody needs to get laid."
"We have a contract, Damian, or have you forgotten! I've already paid you a hefty sum to have her at my mercy for a week, yet I've been left cooling my heels without so much as a whisper from you or Cox!"
"Take a fuckin' chill pill, Doc. Cox has it under control. She's expected to show up on my doorstep in three days time or less. If I were you, I'd get on the next transport and head this way."
The news of Jack's imminent appearance appeared to smooth Steven's severely ruffled feathers - for the moment at least. "Very well. I can be there by tomorrow night. Should she arrive before I do-"
"I ain't forgot, Doc. You're first in line for the pussy. If that's everything we've got to discuss, I'd like to get back to havin' my balls drained."
Without waiting for Steven to reply, he ended the communication and dialed Cox who answered almost immediately. "Yeah?"
"That fuckin' Doc...Steven just called here wantin' ta know where the hell his bitch was. I thought you were keepin' him updated."
"Me?" Cox asked. "He ain't payin' me the ten thousand creds to fuck her. So wha'd you tell him?"
"That he better get here soon because she would be showin' up in less than three days. Tell me I didn't make a fuckin' liar outta myself."
Cox smiled rather smugly. "Not at all. I'm tracking their ship and by my estimates they'll arrive in two days."
"And where are you?"
"Actually, I'm ahead of them, so I should land no more than few hours before them."
"Ahead of 'em? You sound awfully sure of yourself that she'll show."
"You'd be amazed at what finding and applying the right form of motivation does to a person. She didn't have a choice. But I do have some other unpleasant news...Riddick's alive."
Damian simply sat there and blinked several times, the muscle in his jaw twitching noticeably. "Funny...I must have some wax build up in my ears cuz I'm hearin' shit wrong. You did not just say that Riddick aint' dead."
"Unfortunately, yes."
"An' how the fuck did that happen?"
"Apparently the man I hired to do the job owed Riddick a favor."
"I see. Well ain't this just fuckin' sweet! What in the holy bowels of Christ am I supposed to fuckin' do about that? Huh? I aint' my god damn brother! I ain't equipped to deal with 'im!"
"You leave him to me," Cox assured him.
Damian huffed, "Thought I did that already."
"Shit happens, Damian. Get over it. I'll be there ahead of 'em to see about Riddick. I'll call when I land." His eyes slid down to the woman hunched over Damian's crotch. "Enjoy your little cock sucker."
Damian ended the call with a stab of his pudgy finger on the console next to him before shoving Nessa away from him and dressing. That last little bit of news was deflating. Literally.
And so ends Chapter 36!! I do hope you enjoyed it!! Please review...pretty please? Love you guys!