Chapter 17
Riddick, Jarvis, and Jean were all in the house library discussing the stranger's arrival. "Are you gonna kill him?" Jarvis asked out right. "No!" Jean answered abruptly. Riddick just sat back in the chair and rubbed his chin in deep thought. "What if he goes to the king of New Mecca and asks for the land back." Jarvis asked as if reading Riddick's thoughts. "It's already been settled, I've already signed the contracts." Riddick snapped. "Still, even if he does find a way to get the land, it's still no loss to you. I mean you still have Lanka 3." Jean chimed in. That was true; Riddick had no real use for those lands. Suddenly a new realization sank into Riddick's mind. "Where has he been all this time?" "He's been with Morison's army on Sheltor." Jean replied, "Why? What are you thinking?" "Let's just say that I would like to know a little more about Harry's past." "It's gonna be hard to trace his past." Jarvis commented, "Why do you think he took so long to find his sister?" "Maybe he wanted to wait and see if Riddick would kill her before making the claim on the lands." Jean replied. Riddick stiffened; hating the reminder of his past intentions towards the woman he loved. Then Riddick nodded, "Where was he when she was on the street, scrounging to get by? Or when she was working as a servant and was nearly raped by that other bastard." Jarvis then continued, "He says, he was busy with the wars of Sheltor and his commander wouldn't let him go. If you want I'll be more than happy to go check it out." With that Jarvis was out the door to his ship, leaving Jean and Riddick in the library to talk further. "I'm gonna let him stay here, until Jarvis gets some info on him. That way I can keep an eye on him." Jean lifted his brows slightly, "Do you think that's good? What if Gillian gets attached to him? It'll break her heart if she finds out he's not what he seems." Riddick's eyes narrowed. He didn't like that idea. The jealousy that had been gnawed at him since he'd seen Gillian hug Jarvis burst into full bloom. He stood up and began to pace as he contemplated his options. If he sent the man that claimed to be his wife's brother away he could loose her love. Suddenly Riddick's lips rounded wickedly. He figured a way to keep his wife's attention focused on him, and give her what she wanted the most. A baby. She would be so preoccupied with his baby growing inside her than about that bastard. Riddick's smile grew. It wouldn't be so bad to have a kid of his own either. "What are you so happy about all of a sudden?" Jean asked. "Break out the Cubans Jean, My baby's havin a baby!" Riddick grinned.
Riddick felt an unusual pang of nervousness as he entered the bedroom. She was lying across the bed watching TV with nothing but a long silk green emerald gown on that brought her eyes. She smiled at him when he made his way from the door to the foot of the bed. She sat upright as she turned the television off. "Thank you for not killing him." Riddick nodded before she continued, "It's so strange to see him after all these years. After my father died he ran away, then my mom and me were kicked out and the rest as they say is history. I can barely remember him, but I guess I'm glad to see him alive. Thanks for letting him stay." He grunted in acknowledgment, as he stripped naked. Gillian barely noticed when he slipped in the bed with her. She kept talking as he gave to kiss down her shoulder. Her brother wasn't what he wanted to discuss. He would rather spread her legs and....His hand snaked out to find her curves and glided over them in the darkness. Her exposed skin was smooth; he threw the covers to see it being touched by his rough hands. The sight of her body fueled his passion, and Riddick struggled to hold himself in check. "Riddick," she whispered. Her fingers trailed down his torso, settling over his hand nipples, and he lifted his head to kiss her. He wanted to just roll on top of her, to feel her under him as he pounded into her. Tearing his lips away, he needed a moment to gather his thoughts, but Gillian wasn't having any of that. She pressed her mouth against his chin, his throat, his chest, and her hands moved down his back, clutching his ass. Blowing out a harsh sigh, Riddick decided that Gillian would soon have him senseless and hysterical. Pulling her to him as gently as he could, Riddick threw her leg over his thigh and entered her warmth. Obviously she wasn't having that either. She tried desperately to move on top of him. "Gillian," he croaked. "What?" "Calm down." "What? Why? Are you hurt?" She drew back to study him. "No, I'm not hurt." He laughed, before giving a deep sigh, "I'm gonna give you what you want." "What are you talking about." She said slowly. "A baby." She raised her brows to him. "But we have to go slow." He said through clenched. She smiled, "Why do we have to do that?" "Jean said...." He began before she busted into laughter. "Jean said? Riddick, do you really believe that?" "Well he said that what he did with Jack and..." "Baby, we don't have to be like them to have a kid like them. If Jean jumped off a cliff, would you?" He smiled, "I'd probably be the one pushing him." Gillian fell into a fit of giggles, before finally catching her breath, "Honey, the only way to guarantee a baby is double our efforts." She said seductively. Rolling her beneath him he said, "I think I can handle that." Then he thrusted hard into her. She lifted her hips and put her legs around him. "I love you." She whispered. He looked down at her flushed face, her bright eyes. He stroked her hair from her face, "I love you too."
Riddick, Jarvis, and Jean were all in the house library discussing the stranger's arrival. "Are you gonna kill him?" Jarvis asked out right. "No!" Jean answered abruptly. Riddick just sat back in the chair and rubbed his chin in deep thought. "What if he goes to the king of New Mecca and asks for the land back." Jarvis asked as if reading Riddick's thoughts. "It's already been settled, I've already signed the contracts." Riddick snapped. "Still, even if he does find a way to get the land, it's still no loss to you. I mean you still have Lanka 3." Jean chimed in. That was true; Riddick had no real use for those lands. Suddenly a new realization sank into Riddick's mind. "Where has he been all this time?" "He's been with Morison's army on Sheltor." Jean replied, "Why? What are you thinking?" "Let's just say that I would like to know a little more about Harry's past." "It's gonna be hard to trace his past." Jarvis commented, "Why do you think he took so long to find his sister?" "Maybe he wanted to wait and see if Riddick would kill her before making the claim on the lands." Jean replied. Riddick stiffened; hating the reminder of his past intentions towards the woman he loved. Then Riddick nodded, "Where was he when she was on the street, scrounging to get by? Or when she was working as a servant and was nearly raped by that other bastard." Jarvis then continued, "He says, he was busy with the wars of Sheltor and his commander wouldn't let him go. If you want I'll be more than happy to go check it out." With that Jarvis was out the door to his ship, leaving Jean and Riddick in the library to talk further. "I'm gonna let him stay here, until Jarvis gets some info on him. That way I can keep an eye on him." Jean lifted his brows slightly, "Do you think that's good? What if Gillian gets attached to him? It'll break her heart if she finds out he's not what he seems." Riddick's eyes narrowed. He didn't like that idea. The jealousy that had been gnawed at him since he'd seen Gillian hug Jarvis burst into full bloom. He stood up and began to pace as he contemplated his options. If he sent the man that claimed to be his wife's brother away he could loose her love. Suddenly Riddick's lips rounded wickedly. He figured a way to keep his wife's attention focused on him, and give her what she wanted the most. A baby. She would be so preoccupied with his baby growing inside her than about that bastard. Riddick's smile grew. It wouldn't be so bad to have a kid of his own either. "What are you so happy about all of a sudden?" Jean asked. "Break out the Cubans Jean, My baby's havin a baby!" Riddick grinned.
Riddick felt an unusual pang of nervousness as he entered the bedroom. She was lying across the bed watching TV with nothing but a long silk green emerald gown on that brought her eyes. She smiled at him when he made his way from the door to the foot of the bed. She sat upright as she turned the television off. "Thank you for not killing him." Riddick nodded before she continued, "It's so strange to see him after all these years. After my father died he ran away, then my mom and me were kicked out and the rest as they say is history. I can barely remember him, but I guess I'm glad to see him alive. Thanks for letting him stay." He grunted in acknowledgment, as he stripped naked. Gillian barely noticed when he slipped in the bed with her. She kept talking as he gave to kiss down her shoulder. Her brother wasn't what he wanted to discuss. He would rather spread her legs and....His hand snaked out to find her curves and glided over them in the darkness. Her exposed skin was smooth; he threw the covers to see it being touched by his rough hands. The sight of her body fueled his passion, and Riddick struggled to hold himself in check. "Riddick," she whispered. Her fingers trailed down his torso, settling over his hand nipples, and he lifted his head to kiss her. He wanted to just roll on top of her, to feel her under him as he pounded into her. Tearing his lips away, he needed a moment to gather his thoughts, but Gillian wasn't having any of that. She pressed her mouth against his chin, his throat, his chest, and her hands moved down his back, clutching his ass. Blowing out a harsh sigh, Riddick decided that Gillian would soon have him senseless and hysterical. Pulling her to him as gently as he could, Riddick threw her leg over his thigh and entered her warmth. Obviously she wasn't having that either. She tried desperately to move on top of him. "Gillian," he croaked. "What?" "Calm down." "What? Why? Are you hurt?" She drew back to study him. "No, I'm not hurt." He laughed, before giving a deep sigh, "I'm gonna give you what you want." "What are you talking about." She said slowly. "A baby." She raised her brows to him. "But we have to go slow." He said through clenched. She smiled, "Why do we have to do that?" "Jean said...." He began before she busted into laughter. "Jean said? Riddick, do you really believe that?" "Well he said that what he did with Jack and..." "Baby, we don't have to be like them to have a kid like them. If Jean jumped off a cliff, would you?" He smiled, "I'd probably be the one pushing him." Gillian fell into a fit of giggles, before finally catching her breath, "Honey, the only way to guarantee a baby is double our efforts." She said seductively. Rolling her beneath him he said, "I think I can handle that." Then he thrusted hard into her. She lifted her hips and put her legs around him. "I love you." She whispered. He looked down at her flushed face, her bright eyes. He stroked her hair from her face, "I love you too."