Hot Redemption (11 page)

CHAPTER 11

Epic

I stood on the hotel balcony, feeling renewed. Nix had rented us a room on the twelfth floor, which gave us a great view of the aerial expressway.

Being off quake made everything seem clearer.

Color exploded everywhere in bright shades. I snapped pictures with my eyes when something captivated me. Lush trees stacked with leaves dipped in a deep cobalt blue. Stark white smeared the glorious sky. Violet birds flew by with crooked lilac beaks. The sun burned gold. The streets cried silver metal and gleamed with polished surfaces.

People zoomed by on small personal hovercrafts. The tiny machines looked like floating scooters as men and women stood on the contraptions with their hands on the handles in front of them. A few wore various types of helmets—huge plastic things that wrapped around their heads with straps. The cooler helmets had designs done in blinking lights. A few aerial cars rushed by in the farther lane as if they weren't allowed to drive on the same path with the personal hovers.

How much does it cost to get your own personal hover?

And the people, Holy Duchess, they were different than anything I'd ever seen. I didn't get to see many other species on earth. The planet didn't receive a lot of tourists once the president agreed to the landfill deal. There were mainly three types of groups who tended to visit earth. The really poor—so broke they had nowhere to live and so they traveled to earth and worked menial jobs for little pay. Busloads of middle-grade students came, escorted by teachers, to hover over the landfills and learn about the consequences of waste and not recycling. Finally, star lords trafficking drugs made weekly drops to all the continents on the planet. But no one else really arrived to vacation or tour.

Especially not people like the ones who'd driven in front of me.

Lime-green skin coated most of the drivers. Brown freckles dusted their foreheads and noses.
Do they speak English? And do they talk out of their mouths?
I hadn't seen any lips, just a line under their pointed nose. I assumed the creatures came in male and female. My old biology teacher had preached that almost all species across the galaxy possessed male and female form, except for one: Crohs. They boasted three genders, female, male, and the last one called nun that merged the sexual organs together. If I remembered correctly, the only way the Crohs could reproduce was a connection of all three united together.

I laughed as I spotted a few Crohs among the traffic. They stood tall compared to any other. Dark black skin stretched over their bony bodies. Silver filled their eyelids. They possessed no hair. One beeped at me. I had no idea what gender it was, but I raised my hand in greeting anyway.

Women with seductive smiles waved at me as they drove by. Their fingers glittered with jewels. Classy fabrics wavered against their body as the wind stirred their clothes. A few hooted at me with an air of independence. Perfume drifted my way, the expensive kind, the type that signaled the wearer had the cubes to purchase it and more. I winked at a few.

“You might want to put some clothes on, lover boy,” Nix's voiced sounded behind me.

And suddenly all those women blurred into nothing. All those expensive perfumes evaporated into Nix's alluring scent of jasmine and roses. A shiver traveled through my body, awakening my flesh. I breathed her in and licked my lips, but couldn't turn around yet.

Early that morning, I'd woken up to my arms around her body. Only a thin piece of material concealed those soft breasts against my chest. She inhaled and exhaled as she slept. Even her breath held a note of something sweet, like she'd been eating ripe peaches the whole night. My dick shifted to hard steel in seconds. It took every bit of strength I had left to unfold myself from her firm body, leave the warm bed, and escape to the balcony. Because the last thing I wanted to do was wake up the woman who'd helped nursed me through withdrawal for three days and shove my dick into her unsuspecting center.

I can't force myself on her or try to take advantage of her.

Not when she'd let her guard down with me and confessed her secret and tortured past. I couldn't be that bastard that walked through her nightmares. She deserved more.

“Good morning, Nixie baby.” I slipped my hands into my boxer briefs and adjusted myself to hide my erection. The urge to slide my thumb against the mushroomed tip of my dick hit me hard, but I forced myself to calm down. That was all I needed to do, masturbate on the balcony in front of Nix and planet Trinity's commuters. I'd be locked up by the end of the night. “Did I wake you?”

“Nope. Your amorous fans did,” she replied.

“They weren't that loud.”

“Really? Every time someone honked, I figured a pair of panties was being added to the pile.”

Laughing, I faced her. “No. I haven't had panties thrown at me since I performed on stage.”

“You sang?”

“Yes.”

The sun shined on her face, highlighting her eye lashes with golden light and causing those emerald eyes to gleam.
Breathtaking.
She wore a tight pink shirt and matching shorts. I didn't figure her for a lady that wore pink, but the color radiated a hard edge on her. She seemed even more dangerous as her nipples pushed against the fabric.

“What's going on in that devious mind of yours?” She quirked her perfectly arched eyebrows.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Your battle with quake isn't over. Some say it takes a month to even begin controlling the cravings and a year to start forgetting it.”

I let my gaze stray to those plump nipples, before dragging my attention back to her. “Are you telling me you want to stay in this room with me for a month? It could get boring, although I have some suggestions for entertainment.”

“Yeah, I bet you do.” She tucked midnight strands behind her ear. “It might be time to focus on why you're here.”

“I don't know. After all of this honking and your helping me get over quake, perhaps you can show me how to catch a female whale.”
Maybe that will stop me from drooling over you.
“Do you think I have what it takes?”

I spread out my arms and twirled around. Someone honked behind me. Nix trailed her gaze from my head to my toes and then frowned.

I shrugged. “I guess that frown is a no.”

“Maybe.” She captured her bottom lip with her teeth. I craved to suck on that lip as she pierced it with no restraint.

Fuck. I got off quake to now be hooked on Nix.

“Whose picture is in that locket?” She pointed to the heart monitor I wore on a chain that my mother had bought me for my tenth birthday.

“No one's picture is in there.” I didn't want to say what it really was. It was dumb enough to get addicted to a crazy drug like quake, even more stupid to do the drug while you had a heart problem. Granted, I hadn't had a heart attack in ten years, but the possibility always remained lurking within the shadows.

Chuckling to myself, I stepped around her, went inside the hotel room, and headed to my jeans. “How much did this room cost you?”

From the open balcony doorway, she watched me pull out my wallet. “Don't worry about it. Just start focusing on business and mainly our hit.”

“That's my plan.” I yanked out several hundred cubes. The silver disks smoothed against my hand. I set them on the table. “Meanwhile, take this to relieve some of the guilt I have for you taking care of me.”

“It was nothing. Really.”

I looked into her eyes. “It meant a whole lot to me. I stood outside of that cab like an idiot, ready to run in the other direction and buy some quake. And there you came, saving the day and bossing my big bozo brothers around.”

“Like I said. It was nothing.” She twisted the end of her shirt with her fingers. I wondered if it was a nervous habit. Up until this moment I didn't think she got nervous.

I stepped toward her. “I owe you.”

“Yes, you do. But I'm not accepting anything less than the amount of a quarter million cubes.” She backed up and narrowed her eyes at me. “That payoff is the real reason why I babysat you while you detoxed, nothing else. We're just business partners.”

“I know.”

“Do you now?” She gestured to my erection. “And what about him? Does he know that my tender side was bought on by the quarter million cubes in my future, and nothing more?”

I flashed a wicked grin. “Him and I both understand. But give him a break. I'm only human, after all. You're fucking hot and your scent is intoxicating. Plus it's been a while since I had sex.”

“Well, don't expect me to offer. I thanked you with that friendly little mouth hug. You should count yourself lucky, because that's all you'll be getting from me in this lifetime, lover boy.” She crossed her arms around her chest and scowled at me. My dick pressed against my boxers' fabric.

Why did she have to remind me of that mouth hug? As if it could be called something so trivial.

I stalked by her. “I'm going to take care of my horniness tonight. Until then, I'm taking a shower.”

“Why not just take care of your horniness now—in the shower?” she asked behind me.

Leave it to Nixie to suggest I yank my cock off without feeling embarrassed or weird about the topic.

“Thanks, but I'm particular about the act. I prefer a warm and wet body under me.” I entered the mint-colored bathroom with a television screen mounted inside the wall of the shower. I pressed the button near the light switch. The TV flashed on to the news. I pushed the mute button since there was a trail of words at the bottom of the screen that informed the viewer what was being said. I kept the channel there, figuring the news would be a great way to familiarize myself with the planet.

“So you're going to find some chick to nail and bail tonight?” Nix positioned herself next to the sink as I opened the shower's glass door.”

“I'll have Shade watch the kids tonight, hit a club, grab a girl, do her somewhere, and then return home.”

“Just like that, huh?” She rolled her eyes.

“Did you miss the news that I was the hottest stud in this galaxy?” I pulled off my boxer briefs. She gazed at my ass and made no attempt to hide it. I'd expected nothing less from such a bold and confident woman. A beep sounded when I stepped in, signaling the shower had sensed my presence and would now be computing my height, weight, body frame, and anything else the machine thought it required in order to better assist me with my cleansing process. The walls hummed. The shower floor glowed green.

“Good morning, sir. What temperature of water would you prefer?”
A male voice came from the ceiling.

“Warm.” I turned and was surprised to see Nix still there. My erection pointed her way as if pleading with her to come over. She focused on it and licked her lips. Scorching-hot lust sprang from the tip of my dick, glided down the shaft, encased my balls, and spread up across the rest of my body.

She needs to leave before I take her in this bathroom.

A tiny line of water spilled out of the ceiling and tapped against my chest.

“Is this temperature to your liking sir?”
the male voice asked.

“Make it a few degrees hotter.”

Nix's eyes went to mine as she cleared her throat.

Hot water sprayed out of the ceiling and poured over me. The soothing liquid streamed down my face, traveling over my biceps and rows of muscles around my waist. When the heat of the shower arrived at my dick, I groaned, but kept my hands to my side.

Nix stepped to the shower door and pressed her hands against the glass surface. “You should just . . . take care of yourself now.”

“And why should I?” I switched my eyes' zoom valve on and pushed the view toward her stiff nipples as they rubbed against the glass.

“Going to a club where there will most definitely be drugs is going to be too much for you too soon.” She centered her attention on my cock, the tip of it to be exact. The whole time, she slid her tongue inch by inch along the top of her lip. “Grab that bottle of shampoo over there.”

I returned my eyes to normal view. “And if I don't?”

“I don't know. Maybe I'll shoot you again.” She edged away from the glass door and yanked off her shirt. Two full and heavy breasts appeared with pink nipples that puckered out like someone had been sucking on them all day. The shirt dropped to the floor. I rushed to the glass door. She put out her hand to stop me and wagged her finger. “Not so fast, lover boy. Don't get presumptuous on me. I already told you that my mouth hug was all you'd ever get from me.”

“Take off those shorts,” I growled. “Maybe I should give that plump bud between your thighs a mouth hug.”

Her lips quivered. She backed up into the wall. “I'm not interested in having your mouth between my legs. Besides, you can't give a female a mouth hug.”

“Says who?”

“Says me. I created the term.”

“Just one lick, please,” I begged and almost lowered down to my knees. “I've wanted to taste you since I met you. Ever since you rocked those hips back and forth on that stage.”

“No.”

“You hypnotized me, Nixie. You've been on my mind ever since. Not even quake could keep you out of it.”

“You're full of shit. You really think I'm going to buy that line of crap from you?” she whispered.

“No wonder it was you that helped me get off quake. All I needed was you near me and the craving for it left. Let me taste you.”

“Not going to happen.” She sighed and then targeted me with her gaze. “Now get that shampoo or I leave this bathroom and you'll never know what I was planning for you. I'm thinking you might like it.”

I cursed under my breath, searched the shelf on the right, and grabbed the shampoo. Other bottles fell to the floor and splashed water around me.

“Now, pour the shampoo all over that big, delicious cock of yours.” She pressed the button for the television and turned it off.