Thrill-Kinky by Teresa Noelle Roberts Page A

slipped his hand inside Rita’s shirt, cupped her breast, and brought his strong fingers together, milking her nipple. She let out a little gasp of need, and he captured the gasp with his mouth. His wings burst loose and surrounded her in a heated, soft-feathered embrace. Then his lips traveled to her ear. “I want to fly with you,” he whispered, his voice husky and warm enough to heat the chill of space. “I want to fly with you in my arms and my cock deep inside her.”
    Her pussy clenched. “Oh marling stars, yes.”
    “You’re the only woman not of my species I’ve ever wanted to do this with. Most women who aren’t Banjali would be too afraid. But you wouldn’t be, would you?”
    She thought, but only for a second. “I might be nervous, but not nearly as scared as I was in the alley today and that was still exciting. I trust you to keep me safe, if the situation’s within your control—no one shooting at us and stuff like that—and this would be.” She ran one hand over the bulge at the front of his rather spiffy, very green, very fitted borrowed trousers and purred, “Zero-G sex is crazy good but you have to do that indoors. I can’t imagine how amazing sex while flying in some pretty place would be.”
    “You won’t need to imagine. This will happen, Rita. Consider it extra motivation for both of us not to get killed.” He caught her wrist, moved her hand away from his cock, much as it had obviously liked the attention. “But if you keep doing that, I’m going to have my way with you right in the galley of the Malcolm and I think that might shock even your crewmates.”
    It took Rita a few seconds to clear her head enough to remember why ripping off all of Drax’s borrowed clothes and taking his cock first into her mouth and then into her body was a bad idea. She didn’t think anyone would be all that perturbed by a little public passion, except maybe Buck, who was curiously shy for a big, scarred-up, scary-looking ex-soldier.
    But they had things to do. The peace between two planets to protect. An assassin to deal with.
    And before that, a building to climb, a rope to slide down, and a theft to prevent.
    At least the part with the climbing and the ropes might be fun, though she could imagine more fun ways to play with rope where Drax was concerned. But she couldn’t imagine anything fun about a run-in with hardcore criminals.
    “You’d think the whole risk of death in awful ways would put a damper on my wanting to sex you six ways to Saturn,” she said quietly as she smoothed out her clothes. “Again.”
    Drax shrugged, a movement made spectacular by his wings. “It hasn’t stopped me from wanting you, and Nitari Belesku would kill me without getting paid.”
    Buck surprised them both by stumping over, patting them both on the backs, and saying, “A little sexytime can take your mind off the fact you’re about to do something dumb and potentially fatal. But we should get going before the rest of us remember it’s summer on Jahar, pretty Jahari are grilling plekfish on the beach while wearing next to nothing, and we could be there by the time their sun’s up without even stressing the Malcolm ’s jump-tech.”
    Rita smiled. A Jahari beach sounded good at this point, but only if Drax was there too.
    The gravity was pretty low on Jahar. Maybe they could fly out over the ocean.
    It was dark when they headed toward the National Museum, but the festival was still in full swing, clogging the streets with zipbikes and foot traffic and filling the air with personal flyers. Many of them were piloted rather erratically by people who’d enjoyed a little too much of the green bubbly stuff or some other local libation. Many of the San’balese partygoers were now masked and in costume, some amazingly elaborate. In contrast to last night’s feathers, tonight’s competing themes seemed to be green and purple holographic sequins and a skin-tight, leathery-looking fabric that mimicked San’balese