Skyport Virgo 1 - Refuge (14 page)

As he submitted his notes, Pike heard Laleh cleaning up in the kitchen. He realized how quiet and solitary his life had been. Typically he spent his evenings completely alone with only the noise of a television keeping him company. Occasionally, he ventured out for a drink with friends. He'd never particularly cared for shared living spaces as he rose through the ranks of Spacefleet. Inevitably, Pike ended up with a roommate absolutely his opposite.

But so far living with Laleh had been surprisingly enjoyable. Of course, sex was involved. Everything was more enjoyable with sex.

Out of the corner of his eye, Pike noticed a blur of movement as Laleh passed by the office. He logged off and headed after her. Heat rolled through his belly. His cock stiffened with anticipation.

Pike found Laleh in their bathroom. She'd just popped a dental gel cap and looked a bit surprised to see him standing in the doorway as she peeled out of her top. He liked keeping her off-guard and strode toward her. He took the bottle from her hand, shook a gel into his palm and returned the bottle to the cabinet. As the dental cleanser foamed, Pike started the shower and stripped. He quirked an eyebrow at Laleh who stood seemingly transfixed by his naked body. As if realizing she stared, Laleh turned away and shucked her clothing.

Inside the steamy shower, Pike pulled Laleh close and kissed her beneath the pounding stream of water. She grinned madly as he released her lips. "What?"

"It's like something from a romance novel," she shyly explained. "Kissing in the rain, except, well, we're in the shower."

Pike chuckled and kissed her again. He touched his forehead to hers and murmured,

"Some day, I'll kiss you in the rain."

Laleh's fingers tightened on his biceps. She pressed her lips to his chest and sucked lightly. Pike lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing and licking that sensitive spot he'd discovered last night. She shivered in his arms. A thrill rippled through him at the knowledge he could affect her so easily.

Pike put a little space between them and put his hand under her soap dispenser. A dollop of her almond and honey scented body wash dropped onto his palm. He rubbed the creamy soap between his hands before gliding them over her nubile curves. She arched into his touch and even parted her thighs when he nudged between them. She welcomed his lathered fingers in her soft folds.

"Are you sore?" Pike gently ran his hands over her skin.

"A little," Laleh admitted.

He moved lower, soaping up her thighs and calves. "We don't have to do anything else tonight, if you'd rather not."

Laleh looked at him as if he were crazy. "Are you kidding me? I've been thinking about having sex with you all day, Pike."

Laughing, he scrubbed her toes and soles before rising. He steered her under the water. When she was completely rinsed, Laleh returned the favor, running her curious hands all over his body. She saved his package for last. He sucked in a shuddery breath at the sensation of her soapy hand gripping his cock. When the other slid down and cupped his balls, Pike had to put his hand against the wall just too keep his balance. She licked his bottom lip while stroking his shaft and rolling his testicles between her slick fingers.

The torturous little minx worked her ringed fingers just below the head of his cock where it was the most sensitive.

His stomach clenched and he pulled back quickly. "Not yet, baby."

She nipped his lip. "Take me to bed."

That was all the instruction he needed. Pike quickly rinsed the soap clinging to his skin and switched over to the dryer. Unable to wait for a full drying cycle, Pike scooped up his still damp wife and carted her into the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed.

As she giggled wildly, he crawled onto the mattress and parted her thighs. He wasted no time diving into her pussy, shocking her by the sound of her high-pitched squeal. He circled the tiny pink pearl of her clit before sucking it between his lips and rolling his tongue against it. She moaned and lifted her hips.

Emboldened by her enthusiasm, Pike slid his tongue between her folds and dipped into the juicy opening of her sex. He'd never been with a woman who got so wet and aroused so very quickly. He loved the taste of her, the salty musk bursting on his tongue.

He returned his attention to her clit, suckling and licking the swollen nub until she practically ground her pussy against his lips.

With one final kiss to her pink flesh, Pike pulled away rather suddenly. He had her right where he wanted her. Laleh whimpered with protest and clutched at him. He avoided her grasp and settled next to her on their bed. He grabbed her by the waist and dragged her onto him. Laleh seemed to understand what he wanted and straddled his hips.

He caressed her stomach and gripped her waist. "I want to you to ride me, Laleh. Ride me until you come all over my cock."

Laleh gasped, her bright blue eyes widening at his naughty request. She timidly clasped the base of his penis and lifted her ass. Tongue against her lower lip, Laleh lined up their bodies and slid down onto him. With a little wiggle, Laleh settled into a comfortable position.

Pike's eyes closed at the heavenly sensation of being swallowed by her molten heat.

His eyes snapped open as she swayed forward and then back. He sensed her uncertainty and used his hands to guide her movements. She had the most adorable look of concentration on her face as she slid back and forth over him.

Cupping the back of her head, he sat up and kissed her. Her arms curved around his shoulders as she made tiny rocking movements. Pike laid back down and ran his hands over her stomach and breasts. As she grew more confident, Laleh flicked her hips a bit more wildly. Those gorgeous breasts bounced and jiggled. He toyed with her stiff nipples, eliciting sharp gasps when he pinched them lightly.

Laleh braced her hand on his lower stomach and shifted her bottom up and then down. Her eyes widened at the realization she could bounce on his rigid cock. His hands moved to the plump globes of her ass, holding them as she lifted up and slammed down on him. Her skin flushed with exertion and passion. The bed rattled with her almost frantic movements.

The slick inner walls of her pussy squeezed him with every down stroke. Her slippery cream coated their skin. Lifting his head, he watched his dick sliding in and out of her cunt. As she gyrated atop him, Laleh looked like the most exotic thing he'd ever seen. When she cupped her own breasts and threw back her head, Pike nearly came. He clamped down to regain control but knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Pike ran his thumb over her lips, coaxing them to part. He brushed his thumb over her tongue, wetting the rough pad. She regarded him curiously. Pike placed his wet thumb over her clit. Laleh groaned in delight, suddenly understanding what he meant to do. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his shoulders and went wild on his cock.

He'd never seen anything like it. Laleh was a woman possessed by lust as she rode him hard and fast. His thumb circled her clit with quick strokes. Her fingernails scratched him as she panted and neared her climax.

"I'm coming!" Her blue eyes widened in shock as her juicy cunt shuddered with spasms.

Pike couldn't hold back any longer. He clasped her waist and pounded his cock into her wet sheath. Hips snapping, he plunged repeatedly in and out of her pussy, making her scream with pleasure. She practically convulsed. His toes curled and legs muscles tightened as he neared his crisis. He growled as he came, his pelvis slamming into her.

Laleh continued rocking, the tight slick channel of her sex milking his cum.

She fell onto him, cheek against his shoulder. Her damp hair covered his face and jumped with every heavy breath he exhaled. He brushed the tendrils from his face and stroked her back. His pulse pounded in his veins, his breaths still ragged. She nuzzled his neck with the tip of her nose, obviously content to be held by him.

And for just that moment, Pike wished they could stay like that forever, clutched in the heaven of afterglow.

Perched in a hardback chair in Ambassador Leroy's office, Laleh waited nervously as the ambassador read through her resume on his touch screen tablet.

"Impressive," Ambassador Leroy murmured as he set aside the tablet. "I did a search yesterday evening and found some of your published papers. I even took the liberty of contacting your advisor, Dr. Malzanowski. He couldn't say enough good things about you."

Laleh wasn't quite sure how to respond. Luckily, the ambassador continued talking.

"I understand your focus up to this point has been generally on academic research.

Unfortunately, I'm not in a position to offer that kind of work."

"I understand," Laleh said, her hopes for employment fading.

"However," Ambassador Leroy continued, "I am looking for a cultural attaché of sorts."

"Attaché?"

Nodding, he sat forward and rested his arms on his desk. "In the traditional sense, a cultural attaché represents the culture of his or her home country or planet, as may be the case. My needs are somewhat different. I need someone expertly versed in the various cultures and customs I might encounter on any given day as the Federation's Ambassador from Earth to Skyport Virgo."

"I see."

"With your educational background and polyglot status, you're the perfect candidate for such work. Would you be interested in such a position?"

Although working in diplomacy wasn't exactly what she'd imagined doing after earning her PhD, Laleh knew she'd be a fool to turn down what promised to be an interesting post. "I'd be very interested." She paused, wondering how her immigration status might affect his offer. "I think I should tell you I'm not a full citizen of Earth yet.

I'm currently on a spousal visa, awaiting naturalization."

Ambassador Leroy waved his hand. "Oh, I know all about that. Your status as a refugee from Hezma-12 and the visa problems you recently encountered."

Laleh sat back in surprise. "You do? How?"

He smiled. "I make it my business to know everything about everyone. I couldn't very well offer you a job without knowing whether or not you'd even be eligible."

"Of course," Laleh replied.

"There is something that concerns me." A grim frown flattened his lips. "I noticed your family—a brother, I believe—lodged a complaint with the Immigration board."

Laleh reeled with shock. "What! When?"

"The day the
Spica
left Houston. Did you not know?"

She shook her head emphatically. "My transmitter was busted the morning we boarded the ship. It's still in the repair department. If any messages were sent to me, I wouldn't know about them."

"Ah," Ambassador Leroy said. "Apparently your brother believes you should never have been issued a marriage license as you're legally engaged to someone on your home planet. However, the Federation doesn't recognize engagement contracts issued between adults and children. From what I gathered from a friend in the department, he was laughed out of the office. He reacted violently and was forcibly removed from the building—and Earth, as I understand it."

Laleh winced at the thought of Jai causing such a spectacle. Her stomach twisted, knowing Jai wouldn't leave it at that.

"I wouldn't worry, Mrs. Grayson," Ambassador Leroy said, as if sensing her worry.

"You have the protection of the Federation behind you. Not to mention a husband at the top of Spacefleet ranks."

"That's true." Laleh tried to convince herself of it as she spoke but something deep down inside told her otherwise. She shook off the anxiety, choosing instead to focus on the present. "And you should call me Laleh."

"As you wish," the Ambassador replied. "I'll have my contacts in the human resources department send along the necessary forms. Hopefully, we'll have all the red tape squared away by the time we reach Skyport Virgo. Now," he sat back, "let's discuss your duties…"

For the better part of two hours, they discussed the ins and outs of her position. She'd have her own office in the consulate and would be expected to serve as a consultant to the various Federation ambassadors stationed at Virgo. By and large, Laleh would operate independently and without oversight. She'd even have the chance to host cultural galas and exhibits, if she wished.

As Laleh left Ambassador Leroy's office, the endless possibilities of her new position swirled in her mind. If she was smart, Laleh figured she could even find a way to work in a little research here and there. Who knew what various planetary races she might encounter working in the diplomatic service?

"Hold that elevator!"

At the sound of Quinn's voice, Laleh's hand snatched out between the closing doors.

He jogged inside and shot her a dazzling smile. "How's the toe?"

"Better," Laleh said, lifting her sandaled foot. "I still have the brace for a few more days but I'm not in any pain."

"Glad to hear it. Where are you headed?"

"The bridge," she replied, talking loud enough to activate the elevator. "You?"

"Launch pad. We've got a space leap training exercise."

"What exactly does that mean?"

Quinn leaned back against the wall and began talking animatedly. "It's a type of maneuver Omegas do. It allows us to move between ships sans tether. We literally jump from one ship to the other, utilizing various thrusters and stabilizers mounted on our suits."

Terror rippled through Laleh just thinking about leaping through space without any kind of safety net. Sarcasm filled her voice. "Sounds like fun."

A boyish grin lit up his face. "You have no idea. Maybe sometime you can come over to the simulator. I think you'd enjoy it."

Laleh suppressed a shudder. "I don't think so. I like to keep my feet firmly settled on the ground."

Quinn laughed and shook his head. "You don't know what you're missing."

"I'd prefer to keep it that way." The elevator stopped on her floor and the doors opened. As she made to leave, Quinn touched her shoulder. Her gaze skipped to his hand.

"Yes?

"You want to get together some time? Maybe catch a movie or go bowling on the Rec Deck?"