ass.
Jacey reached between her legs. She mashed her thumb against her clit, the dual sensations making her come again. She screamed out. The sound echoed in the room, and, with a hoarse grunt, Aidan followed her into release.
He leaned forward. Bracing his hands on the table, he kept his weight from her. “Jacey,” he moaned. “My sweet Jacey.” Slowly he rose to his full height, wrapping his arms around her middle. He hauled her against him, letting her sag bonelessly against him.
She had no strength to protest. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she delighted in the warmth that surrounded them. The gentle whirring of his mechanical workings soothed her, and she stared at the foreign sky. “Where’s Earth?” she asked, recalling their earlier conversations.
Aidan pointed low on the southeast horizon. “There.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “Walk forward.”
She took two steps forward, and Aidan reached around her to wheel the telescope into position. “Look.” He tilted the instrument so she had to stand on tiptoe, and keyed something on the control panel in front of her.
There, in the swirl of stars, she saw one, not really that bright, and then seven tiny dots surrounding it. “Oh my God! I see it!” She pulled away from the telescope, rapping the back of her head against Aidan’s broad chest. Turning her face, she looked up at him. “It’s so far…away…”
Her lips parted when she saw him. He stood behind her, his profile proud in the moonlight. He glanced down at her, desire darkening his eyes. His nostrils flared, and against her back, she felt the ridge of his growing arousal.
Like in a slow-motion scene, Aidan closed the distance between them. His lips moved across hers, gentle caresses that seemed almost chaste in their worship. Her body felt far from reserved. Renewed lust sang in her veins. Sliding her hand over his chest, she cupped the nape of his neck and crushed his lips against hers. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting every recess she offered. The burgeoning arousal grew into a solid cock that throbbed against her belly.
Aidan pulled his lips away. He brushed an errant strand of hair from her forehead. “You are special. You know that, don’t you?”
Jacey nodded. His tender words made tears well in her eyes, and she blinked furiously to dispel them.
“I love you,” he said before she had a chance to reply. “I can only hope that one day you will feel the same about me, and that it isn’t too late.” He hugged her tightly against him. “I worry about the darkness of Deactivation Day. I care for you so much that it would destroy me if you didn’t return my feelings. Please tell me that you care.”
Jacey leaned her head against his chest and returned his fierce embrace. Words lodged in her throat, and all she could do was dampen his gown with her tears of joy.
Chapter Eight
Trepidation filled Jacey as she strode down the grassy path toward the Dajarka fields. Behind her, servant women dressed in their gauzy bodices and slit skirts carried the train of her dress off the ground. Jacey paused for a moment and looked down at herself. The diaphanous gown bared her shoulders and molded to her breasts. The silk fabric in the lightest shades of blue clung to her ribs and stomach, then flared into a full skirt complete with a six-foot train. On her feet, she wore jeweled slippers.
As she crested the small hill, she saw the Dajarka fields spread below her complete with their panoply. Wooden bleachers surrounded the fields, except for one end, upon which sat a raised dais covered with a golden awning. Two chairs sat empty. One for her and one for Aidan. If he survived.
Jacey gulped. I can’t think like that. He will survive. He has to . His confession of love rang in her memory still. If she closed her eyes, she could feel his warm breath tickling the side of her neck. His words, husky in her ears. A shiver darted down her spine.
“Are you all right, my
Jacey reached between her legs. She mashed her thumb against her clit, the dual sensations making her come again. She screamed out. The sound echoed in the room, and, with a hoarse grunt, Aidan followed her into release.
He leaned forward. Bracing his hands on the table, he kept his weight from her. “Jacey,” he moaned. “My sweet Jacey.” Slowly he rose to his full height, wrapping his arms around her middle. He hauled her against him, letting her sag bonelessly against him.
She had no strength to protest. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she delighted in the warmth that surrounded them. The gentle whirring of his mechanical workings soothed her, and she stared at the foreign sky. “Where’s Earth?” she asked, recalling their earlier conversations.
Aidan pointed low on the southeast horizon. “There.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “Walk forward.”
She took two steps forward, and Aidan reached around her to wheel the telescope into position. “Look.” He tilted the instrument so she had to stand on tiptoe, and keyed something on the control panel in front of her.
There, in the swirl of stars, she saw one, not really that bright, and then seven tiny dots surrounding it. “Oh my God! I see it!” She pulled away from the telescope, rapping the back of her head against Aidan’s broad chest. Turning her face, she looked up at him. “It’s so far…away…”
Her lips parted when she saw him. He stood behind her, his profile proud in the moonlight. He glanced down at her, desire darkening his eyes. His nostrils flared, and against her back, she felt the ridge of his growing arousal.
Like in a slow-motion scene, Aidan closed the distance between them. His lips moved across hers, gentle caresses that seemed almost chaste in their worship. Her body felt far from reserved. Renewed lust sang in her veins. Sliding her hand over his chest, she cupped the nape of his neck and crushed his lips against hers. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting every recess she offered. The burgeoning arousal grew into a solid cock that throbbed against her belly.
Aidan pulled his lips away. He brushed an errant strand of hair from her forehead. “You are special. You know that, don’t you?”
Jacey nodded. His tender words made tears well in her eyes, and she blinked furiously to dispel them.
“I love you,” he said before she had a chance to reply. “I can only hope that one day you will feel the same about me, and that it isn’t too late.” He hugged her tightly against him. “I worry about the darkness of Deactivation Day. I care for you so much that it would destroy me if you didn’t return my feelings. Please tell me that you care.”
Jacey leaned her head against his chest and returned his fierce embrace. Words lodged in her throat, and all she could do was dampen his gown with her tears of joy.
Chapter Eight
Trepidation filled Jacey as she strode down the grassy path toward the Dajarka fields. Behind her, servant women dressed in their gauzy bodices and slit skirts carried the train of her dress off the ground. Jacey paused for a moment and looked down at herself. The diaphanous gown bared her shoulders and molded to her breasts. The silk fabric in the lightest shades of blue clung to her ribs and stomach, then flared into a full skirt complete with a six-foot train. On her feet, she wore jeweled slippers.
As she crested the small hill, she saw the Dajarka fields spread below her complete with their panoply. Wooden bleachers surrounded the fields, except for one end, upon which sat a raised dais covered with a golden awning. Two chairs sat empty. One for her and one for Aidan. If he survived.
Jacey gulped. I can’t think like that. He will survive. He has to . His confession of love rang in her memory still. If she closed her eyes, she could feel his warm breath tickling the side of her neck. His words, husky in her ears. A shiver darted down her spine.
“Are you all right, my
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