Page 14 of Trak
With an awkward push, he slid out of her—still hard, somehow—and landed on his back next to her.
He stared at the ceiling, which thankfully didnotfeature a mirror, for it would show a less than flattering view of him, and he wondered what the bloody hell had just happened. He wished he could take out the language chip so he couldthinkin his own language, which contained words not in English, but Anna was liable to talk to him. Now would be a bad time to tune her out. So he left the chip in and was forced to deal with phrases in his head like,What the bloody hell was that?Not the most accurate translation of his feelings, but it would do.
Beside him, Anna slung an arm over her eyes. “What the fuck was that?”
He smiled and said nothing, content in the knowledge that she wasn’t likely to give him any ribbing on the size of his dangly bits.
Danglywhat?Truly, this was the strangest language. He’d have to teach her Virilian,if she stayed.
If she stayed. What a thought. Trak swallowed hard and pushed the thought away. With the load he just dropped, they were probably conceiving an offspring right now at that moment, and soon enough she’d be back on a shuttle to her home planet. It was best not to get attached, if he didn’t want to become as sad as his ship’s chief engineer, Yanc, horning after the tentacledOukksbecause of the pleasure they gave. Nothing like that would happen to him. He and the human female were together for the purpose of procreation only. Yes, definitely, he couldn’t—absolutely wouldn’t—get attached.
Nine
Well, that turned out better than Anna could have expected. Trak had promised her pleasure and he had delivered. Her heart rate was slowly returning to normal. A sheen of sweat chilled her sensitive skin. She turned her head to look at him. His arms were laced behind his head and his gaze was on the ceiling. His profile was a picture of rugged perfection. Those gorgeous lips that had moved with such expert precision over her body, were still ruddy from all the work they’d done on her.
Her gaze paused on those expressive, mobile brows. They were drawn in a slight frown. His eyes held the look of someone who was thinking of something else altogether and was a little bored. Something about his expression unnerved her a bit. He looked relaxed, but also detached.
Anna frowned, herself, and rolled away. She was overthinking it. They were still strangers and not everyone was all cuddly and touchy after sex. Just because she liked affection after sex didn’t mean he was obligated to show it. It certainly didn’t mean that she had been lacking. He’d come inside her looking like a man possessed. Even now, she could feel his seed leaking from her. She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, half expecting him to be gone when she came out.
He was still there, standing before the window and speaking in a foreign tongue into a small device he’d hooked onto his ear. The male had magnificent buttocks. That blue tail swished back and forth. He turned at the sound of her rustling robe. The warm, confident smile had returned. He inserted the chip back in his head and sauntered toward her. The remote look was gone, replaced with the charmer. Anna knew right then that this male was showing her a very specific face—only what he wanted to show her—and there was much more to him than a swaggering, cavalier space cowboy in tight pants.
“How are you, Anna?” Weird. He rarely used her name.
She approached warily. “I’m fine. You?”
“How could I be anything but magnificent after that?” He smiled and dropped a kiss to her lips. “I hope you aren’t feeling any…discomfort?”
“I said I was fine,” she said, turning away in an attempt to be dramatic. “Try to keep up.”
He reached out and grabbed her arm, swinging her back toward him. “Let’s see if you can.”
“You’re ready to go again?” A glance down answered that question.
“I understand if you’re not,” he said with a wicked grin. “I did hear that Earthlings lack a certain amount of stamina—”
Anna took his cock in both her hands and squeezed. “We’ll see who has stamina.”
He sucked in a breath. “I like a female with a competitive streak.”
“I like a male who competes.”
“Well then.” His voice was silk. “May we both come out on top.”
They fell into bed again, staying there until Anna actually was sore and Trak actuallydidneed a break. She hated to admit it, but there had been no human lovers who had ever brought her to the heights that Trak had. Granted, she hadn’t hadthatmany, but there had been enough to take a fair sampling. This Virilian was as gentle as he was demanding and was focused on her pleasure as much, if not more, than his own. He’d worshipped her body, even as he’d ravished it. And even now, she could barely wait for his touch again.
The following weeks passed in a glorious sexual haze. They enjoyed each other’s bodies whenever they could. Trak had to leave her at times to meet with his crew and deal with the business he ran. Occasionally, they went out for walks around the station. They stayed out of the public areas. There was a dark lounge he took her to several times where they ate strange foods and talked for hours. However, it never took them long before their hands would start wandering and they’d be hustling back to Trak’s chambers and into his bed.
Anna’s period came with surprise and mixed feelings. They’d spent so much time in bed, and in thatjatitub, and, well, all over his quarters, she was expecting to find herself pregnant already. While Trak accepted the news with a shrug and a crude joke about having to increase the load of his loads, Anna grappled with both relief and disappointment.
She’d been fairly ambivalent about the potential of having a child. The extensivepaperwork she’d been given to read from the program that matched her and Trak had explained how the Virilian genetics would be far dominant over human ones. The contract referred to the child as “the offspring,” but little by little she was beginning to think of the baby as, well, a baby.Herbaby.
It was a dangerous thought. Anna’s own parents had been very bad at parenting, and if apples didn’t fall far from their trees, she would be just as terrible. It wasn’t worth the risk, she’d always thought. It wasn’t wise to start revising that plan now.
Despite the end of her period and a full resuming of activities between her and Trak, she remained a little distant. She couldn’t quite kick the conflict inside her, and a slight, niggling worry that she’d somehow let them both down by not conceiving. It was ridiculous, she knew. The delay also meant Jimmy’s medical bills would have longer to wait. She wished there was a way to send some of her jewelry back to him. He could sell it and use the money, but with their father’s well-known history, the sudden influx of gold and jewels could cast suspicion on her brother. Also, she didn’t know how to mail something outside the solar system.
Trak swept into their quarters with his usual swagger. “Hello, love.” He pulled her out of the chair she’d been sitting in by the window and into his embrace. His tail wrapped around her leg, sliding up her thigh to just brush her sex. Her lips found his and she sank into everything that was Trak. His scent was spice and warmth and excitement. His touch was skillful and sensual. His voice was rough and silky. All she wanted was to slip away into the sexual bliss they always found together, but instead he pulled back and ran his hand through her hair.
“How would you like to put on something ravishing and go out with me?”
