Chapter Fifteen #2
The bathroom door opened, redolent steam rolled out, and Michaela appeared, the backlight silhouetting her curvaceous form through the shimmery nightie. His cock took notice, and he sat up straighter in bed.
“Oh, good. You’re still awake,” she said.
He chuckled. “As if there was any doubt.” He’d showered first and then waited for her.
This was their last night at the hotel, and they would not worry about what lay ahead.
Tonight had been reserved for them. Tomorrow, they’d return to Luturna, he’d confront Korsan, and deal with the fallout.
But they didn’t need to worry about it tonight.
She slipped into bed.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. She looked like her normal self again.
They’d skipped lounging by the pool, instead spending the entire afternoon in the botanical garden filled with exotic plants, birds, and small mammals from around the galaxy then returned to the hotel restaurant for dinner.
He’d ordered the Solar Flare Fare. Although it wasn’t quite as good as Mama’s solar flare box meal, he found it very tasty and enjoyable.
Michaela had played it safe, getting the Lunar Lunch again, since she could eat it without adverse effects.
“No itching?” he verified.
“I’ve got an itch, but not one caused by food.”
He cocked his head and grinned. “I have a bit of an itch myself.”
“Just a bit?”
He flung off the covers, revealing his erection. “Quite a bit.”
“Let me scratch it for you.” She crawled over him and kissed him. Her soft breasts brushed his naked chest, and, through the thin fabric of her nightie, he could feel the hard point of her nipples. He cupped her breasts as their lips moved together and their tongues caressed.
Her warm breath teased as she kissed and nibbled his throat, before scooting downward to his chest. She flicked her tongue over his nipples, sending a shaft of sensation to his hard-on, before moving lower to kiss his abdomen and then take his cock in her mouth.
He drew in air through his teeth at the hot pleasure. He tangled his hands in her hair as she sucked and played with his cock, driving him to the brink of orgasm, and then pushing him over. Stars burst behind his eyes as he climaxed.
Her smug grin demanded a hard kiss and a proper comeback. He grabbed the hem of her flimsy nightie. “Good choice. Take it off.” He pulled it over her head, flung it away, then lowered her onto her back.
He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy.
Her cries and movements got him hard again, and when she was shuddering and begging for release, he slipped between her thighs and surged into her. He rocked and swiveled, and when she came with a moan, clamping tight around him, he climaxed again in a supernova-burst of ecstasy.
He nuzzled her neck while his breathing and heart rate returned to normal. She smoothed her hands over his back in long strokes. She lifted her chin, and he kissed her.
“Itch all gone?” she asked.
“For the moment.” He rolled off her and tucked her against his shoulder, maintaining a closeness that was deeper than physical. He’d never been so content, and he wished he could hang onto the feeling forever. “You make me…very happy…complete,” he said.
Whole. She’d made him whole again. After the attack, he’d become a shell of himself, believing the best part of his life had ended.
But now it felt like the best part was just beginning.
He would never be the warrior he had been, but Michaela had made him believe he was enough the way he was.
He couldn’t regain his military career, and he would always limp, but if he pleased her, then he was enough.
Phuk, he would miss her when she left. They had months left of her term, but the time would streak by.
“You make me happy, too,” she said. “You entice me…to want to stay.”
His heart skipped a beat. “On Luturna.”
She hesitated, and hope nosedived. “With you,” she finally answered.
He cradled her head as his heart thudded like crazy. “I would love that. Is that something you’d consider?”
“If I could find a way.”
“You mean your agency.”
“Yeah. Opening an investigations firm and being my own boss is my big dream, and I don’t see how I could do it here. I’m not a citizen, and your planet has strict immigration policies.”
True. Tourist or temporary work visas were easy enough to acquire; however, legal residency and citizenship took years.
After passing a thorough background check, one had to prove he or she would be an asset to the planet.
Then, after securing an extended work permit, an individual had to log five years of steady employment, after which, he or she took a rigorous citizenship test.
“It would be almost impossible to open my agency anyplace but Earth. I’d have to split my time between my planet and yours. Travel back and forth on a vacation visa.”
“Wouldn’t the space flights cost a lot?”
“A lot,” she agreed. “I might be able to operate from a space station, work out office space in trade, which would put me closer. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. I need to investigate the options. Fortunately, investigation is in my wheelhouse.”
“I could relocate.” The words popped out of nowhere, but as soon as he said them, the rightness settled over him. It was the perfect solution.
She sat up. “You’d leave your planet?”
“Why not?” He stroked her cheek and smoothed the hair off her face in a gentle caress.
“For you—anything.” Then he twisted his mouth wryly.
“I’ve spent very little of my adult life on Luturna anyway.
It’s not like I’ve got anything holding me here.
Only my brother, and after I accuse him of money laundering, he’ll never speak to me again. ”
She broke into a tremulous smile. “I-I…that’s…wonderful. I mean, that you’d relocate. Not that Korsan won’t speak to you.”
He chuckled. “I understand what you meant.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, feeling like he had a new lease on life.
He couldn’t foresee what kind of work he’d do on Earth—although with his financial acumen, he might find something in that arena—but the details could be worked out later.
They had time now. Her stint with GAL Friday wouldn’t be the end of them.
* * * *
A harsh noise woke him out of a deep sleep. He sprang up and turned on the light.
“I-can’t—I-can’t—breathe,” she gasped. “I can’t—breathe!” Desperate eyes, slits in a swollen, bright-red face met his. Her throat had ballooned.
Phuk! Phuk! What the phuk had happened?
He grabbed his data tab and connected with Dr. Adanna directly. “This is Ruyn in 320. Michaela is having another allergic reaction. It’s worse than the last time. Hurry!”
“I’m leaving right now.”
“Hang on,” he said. “Adanna is on her way.”
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry, he prayed as she struggled to breathe. Fear tightened his throat the doctor wouldn’t arrive soon enough.
He flew to the door before the chime stopped ringing. Dr. Adanna, in pajamas again, hadn’t even pulled on a white coat. Michaela’s ragged gasps could be heard coming from the bedroom. The doctor rushed toward the sound.
As she caught her first glimpse of Michaela’s distorted face, grave concern flickered in her eyes before she hid it behind a professional mask. “What did she eat for dinner this time?” She drew an injector from her kit.
“The Lunar Lunch,” he replied. “But she had the same meal at noon with no ill effects.”
“Michaela, we’re going to take care of this.” The doctor injected her.
Looking terrified, Michaela managed to nod.
“She didn’t eat anything else? Nowhere else?” the doctor asked.
“No.”
“The Lunar Lunch didn’t cause this. I had the menu ingredients analyzed. Nothing on the menu should’ve caused this reaction—not even the constellation platter. Whatever triggered this, it wasn’t the food at the Starlight.” Her brow furrowed.
“Shouldn’t the shot be working by now?” he asked. Michaela didn’t appear to be breathing easier.
“Yes, there should have been some relief already.” She adjusted a dial on the injector and gave her another shot. After a vital sign scan, she reset the injector and delivered a third shot.
Finally, Michaela’s gasps calmed, and the panic in her eyes subsided. Her breathing got more regular.
“You’re going to be fine now,” Adanna addressed her patient. “But I strongly recommend you spend the night in the clinic for observation. The night nurse will know what to watch for, and if you need another injection, he can give it.”
“That’s a good idea,” Ruyn jumped in before Michaela could speak. He wanted a medical professional to watch over her. “I think you should.”
“All right.”
“I’ll let the nurse know and call for a hover litter.”
“I don’t need a hover litter. I can walk,” Michaela objected.
“It’s late. Everybody’s asleep. No one will see you.” He suspected her objection arose from embarrassment at floating through the hotel on a litter.
“I’ll walk—or I won’t go,” she insisted.
The doctor smiled. “She’s feeling better.”
“I want to stay with her.”
“Of course. I’ll let you two get dressed, and I’ll alert the nurse to prepare the med-stay bay.” She left the room.