Page 2 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
On Fargus Five they had what seemed like a successful visit but on their last night, they had been taken to an ancient holy site for a ceremonial dance. Neither Greer nor Sunny had been dancing—she was talking to the Grand Overlooker, who was the leader of the local people, and Greer was across the room watching her and thinking that at last they’d had a visit to an alien planet that was completely free of mishaps.
Suddenly Sunny had jumped what looked like a meter into the air and then she had come running over to him as fast as her short, adorably plump legs could carry her. Before Greer could even ask what was wrong, she was climbing him like a tree and gasping,
“No! No, no, no—not spiders! Anything but spiders!”
Greer had been startled—he had never seen Sunny so upset in all the time they had spent together. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist and seemed determined not to let her feet, clad in yellow satin dance slippers, touch the floor again.
Then he had seen it—a huge, hairy arachnid as big as his head was scuttling towards them over the dance floor. Sunny had seen it too and her big brown eyes had gotten huge with fear.
“No—please!” she moaned in Greer’s ear. “Please, don’t let it get me! I can’t stand spiders—anything but spiders!”
The thing had come right at them—it really did seem to be trying to get to Sunny.
Greer’s protective instincts had kicked into high gear—there was no way in hell any fucking spider was going to frighten or hurt his Ward! As long as she was under his protection, Sunny was his and he was damn well going to kill anything that threatened her! So he had gripped her tightly in his arms and stomped on the enormous arachnid with his big black boot.
There had been a sickening crunching sound and then a dying hiss from the spider creature—followed by a horrified gasp from the locals all around them.
They found out rather quickly that the arachnid was called a hsh-thnk and was considered a holy animal which lived only in the ancient temple and must never be touched or harmed. In fact, the Fargians apparently allowed the hairy things to crawl all over their bodies and faces if they so desired. It was considered good luck for one to crawl on you—and a horrible blasphemy to kill one.
Greer really couldn’t blame Sunny for being upset by the “holy spider”—he knew a lot of females didn’t like insects or arachnids. But once more, they’d had to make a quick escape from the angry and offended natives of the planet where they had formerly been regarded as honored guests.
The Sunny Effect again, Greer thought to himself. It was incredibly fucking irritating, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to be angry with the gorgeous little Elite. She never meant to cause any harm—it was like chaos just followed her around like a dark cloud, ready to rain crazy on the unsuspecting heads of anyone who came too near her. And since Greer was her Protector, he was always right in the middle of the downpour.
It seemed that Commander Sylvan might be thinking of the past incidents as well because he eyed Sunny uncertainly as he continued their pre-mission briefing.
“Er…I hope you won’t have any more accidents like the one you had during this mission to Integra Centra. That was quite a dangerous situation—at least if what I read in Commander Greer’s report was accurate.”
“Yes, it was!” Sunny’s eyes went wide. “I was bitten by a venomous gimlet bat. If Commander Greer hadn’t had the presence of mind to suck out the poison, I might not be here right now!” She gave Greer a look of pure admiration that made his heart pound in his chest for some fucking reason. “He’s so quick thinking—and so strong and fast, too! I don’t think anyone has a better Protector than Greer—I feel so lucky you chose him for me.”
For a moment their eyes met and held and Greer felt like his heart might actually pound right out of his chest. He couldn’t help remembering the bat incident in detail, though he had tried to put it out of his mind.
The bat hadn’t bitten Sunny on the arm or the neck—no, the fucking thing had flown right up her skirt and bitten her inner thigh! Greer had laid her down right on the forest floor—the had been attending an outdoor Joining ceremony so Sunny could take notes—and had pushed up her dress and spread her thighs to suck out the poison.
There had been a whole ring of people standing around watching with wide eyes, but Greer hadn’t given a damn—he’d been completely lost in the curvy little Elite. The sweet flavor of her blood, the soft little moans and gasps she was making as he sucked at her thigh, the warm scent of her pussy, which was so close to his face and only covered by a thin, wispy pair of lace panties…The whole situation had been like something straight out of the forbidden fantasies he had of his Ward—fantasies he tried not to dwell on.
Afterwards Sunny had blushed and thanked him, cheeks stained bright pink with embarrassment.
“You…you saved me again, Greer,” she’d said in that soft, sweet voice of hers that he often heard in his dreams. “I…I can’t thank you enough.”
Greer had wanted to gather her into his arms and ravage her soft little bow of a mouth—he wanted to taste those sweet, plump lips and then go on to taste other things as well—but he knew he couldn’t. So he had only grunted something about how it was his duty and she didn’t have to thank him.
Why did she have to be so fucking adorable, he wondered now? She wasn’t like the other human scientists he’d met—cold academics who seemed only interested in their research. No, Sunny was different—she was sweet and kind and constantly giving compliments to everyone. But the thing was, they were sincerely meant—you only had to look in her warm brown eyes to know that.
It reminded Greer of the very first time he’d laid eyes on her, before he had even taken the assignment to be her Protector. It had been at an informal Last Meal in the Common Area of the Mother Ship—a place where rows of shops and restaurants surrounded the open parkland and the Sacred Grove, which was at the very heart of the huge spaceship.
The meal had been at Commander Sylvan’s request.
“Just go and meet Dr. Craythorn,” he’d said. “I really think you’ll like her. Well…as much as you like anyone,” he’d added, clearly seeing Greer’s dour expression.
“All right—I’ll share a single meal with her and then let you know,” Greer had agreed. He had been reluctant to leave his post in the Kindred Elite Espionage Corps to become a Protector, but he felt he had to at least meet his potential future Ward and have a meal with her before he formally turned the position down. Which he was certain was what he would be doing.
And then Sunny had arrived—ten minutes late, (which was actually early for her, since she was perpetually tardy as he found out later.) She’d been wearing a diaphanous yellow gown that seemed to float around her curvy body and her cheeks had been flushed from hurrying to get to the restaurant.
Greer remembered how the yellow dress had hugged her curves while the sleeves had fanned out around her like a butterfly’s wings. The color suited her perfectly, enhancing the golden color of her skin and making her look like a vision of the Goddess herself coming to speak to him. At least, that was what Greer had thought.
He had been struck by her unconscious beauty—she clearly didn’t know how gorgeous she was. Even he had to acknowledge it, though he generally ignored and avoided females.
Later, during their dinner and the long, rambling walk they took in the grassy lands surrounding the Sacred Grove afterwards, he was surprised by her interest in everything and her vibrant enjoyment of life. She also seemed fascinated by Greer himself.
