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“Our AI security system will warn us. If he comes back, my blaster won’t be set on stun.”
“He was always so polite when he came here. I don’t know what got into him.”
“You’re telling me! He shot down my flyer, killed Devlin White, and he’s involved with trafficking humans to the Mesaarkans.”
“Oh, my!”
“There’s no proof, but I wonder if Devlin sold Price’s wife to the Mesaarkans. Colton made the rounds to all the overlords up and down East Coast investigating. Knowing how desperate he was to find her, I’m sure he didn’t just ask if they knew anything. He would have looked in the back rooms and gone through the harems.”
“She is either dead or off-world. After she learned Colton was coming home to her, Tessa did not go voluntarily,” Vanessa said.
“Part of me feels sorry for his loss; the other part wants to end him for trying to kill Stalker.”
“You really love him, don’t you?”
“Yes, and you told me so.” Neely chuckled. “I know he’s a tough cyborg who can normally take care of himself. But I have his back.”
“Have you thought about children yet?”
Neely knew that was coming. “We’ve talked about it for the future in a few years when my implant runs out.”
“That makes sense. You need time to be a couple before you become parents. I’m sorry to hear that Stalker was hurt, but I am glad you found each other.”
“Ah, me too, Mom. I can’t imagine life without him.”
“Well, honey, I have to get back to work. We’ll talk again soon.
“Okay, I’ll be in touch.”
After ending the conversation with her mother, Neely returned to the bedroom with her tablet and undressed for bed. She had slept in the nude most of her adult life and only stopped when she first shared Stalker’s bed until she’d accepted him as her mate.
It seemed she had known him so much longer than the months since they became a couple. Now, she couldn’t imagine her life without him.
Sitting in bed beside her sleeping mate, she perused the Enclave network, watching a few videos on their various restoration projects. It was easy to lose track of time, especially watching the personal stories in the public forum.
After a couple hours, she was finally ready to sleep, and she slid down in the bed, cuddling spoon fashion against her mate as he had turned on his side facing away from her. She needed to feel his warm body against her and hear his breathing and the beating of his heart. It was the reassurance she needed that finally allowed sleep to come.
When Stalker woke, Neely was cuddled in his arms, spoon fashion with her back to his front, one hand cupping her breast and the other on her mound. Of course, his cock was hard. Since he met her, there were not many mornings that he didn’t wake up hard for her.
He drew in a deep breath and no longer felt any twinge from his injury. He was completely healed and ready for action. Neely wouldn’t mind if he woke her with pleasure. She actually seemed to like it.
Stalker began kneading her breast, sliding a finger into her folds, slowly stroking her clit. He plucked her nipple into a stiff peak and rolled it between his fingers and thumb.
Neely moaned and tilted her pelvis toward the finger, caressing her clit. That encouraged Stalker to start kissing her neck.
“Mm, I see we are feeling much better this morning.” She hadn’t missed the sensation of his hard cock laying between her butt cheeks. “Whatever you want, sweetheart… I am yours.”
“I have you right where I want you,” He murmured in her ear, dipping his finger inside her wet opening. His long finger went deep, caressing her g-spot, and Neely cooed. Lubricated with her juice, Stalker went back to rubbing her clit.
He wanted her to fall apart in his arms before he took pleasure for himself… To give her all the satisfaction, he knew how to give because she was everything to him.
The constant stimulation of her clit and nipple brought Neely her first orgasm of the morning. She cried out as the first wave hit her, followed by inarticulate sounds of pleasure as Stalker skillfully teased her through it. He stroked, and a wave of contractions shook her while he paused until it was over, and he stroked her again.
Chapter Twenty-three
Stalker just held her, his forearm across her breasts and hand buried in her mons, and Neely basked in the afterglow of her release. She eventually turned in his arms to face him for their first kiss of the day.
Looking at his handsome face, love for her sparkling in his midnight eyes, she couldn’t fathom how she ever thought she could walk away from him. He only had to look at her like that, and she wanted to give him everything.
