didn’t do jail-bait, often had security remove them from his shows, tickets or not.
Rooting around in the record yielded no other tidbits of information. Frustration welled up. There was nothing else listed on the public access database, and without access to a secured uplink, he wasn’t about to go digging. Not when he had far more interesting things in his immediate future anyway.
“Come on then, big boy. Let’s get you home so I can have my wicked way with you.” She flicked him another glance over her shoulder, her eyes full of heat. He bit back a groan. The smoky, sultry sound of her voice did things to his body that should be illegal, his cock rubbing against the fabric of his combats, desperate to be free. Since when had a woman been able to arouse him with just her voice?
Falling into step behind her like a good little bot, Johnny contented himself with watching the seductive sway of her ass and picturing it naked as he drove into her from behind. God, she had a fantastic ass. One he was going to spend many happy hours behind, pleasuring her and teaching her to take every inch of his long, thick cock in every position he could think of.
She moved quickly, walking with a purpose and drive that seemed innate. Men turned to watch her as they passed but she ignored them all. It was as though she didn’t realize they were watching her, nor recognize the lust in their eyes. Johnny scowled at them, his whole stance protective and possessive to shut down any ideas they might be harboring of approaching her, then scurried after his little human like a pup on a leash.
Him, Johnny Ram, scurrying. It was laughable. Didn’t she realize how attractive she was? No, attractive wasn’t the word. She was way past attractive and into full on fucking gorgeous. A fact his cock was intent on reminding him, fully erect and fit to burst, his balls tight with the need to drive into her. Pound into her tight little pussy until he came deep within her silken depths. God, he hoped her ship wasn’t on the outer rings. There was no way he’d make it that far. He was so hard he could hammer a hole through plate steel.
“Yeah, that’s cool. Thanks, Sienna.” She spoke into the thin device wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet as they took a lift to the upper docking ring, a delightful little frown creasing her brow. He wanted to kiss it, distract her from whatever was causing her to frown.
He flicked a glance out through the glass sides of the lift shaft. They were all bigger freighters up here, forced to dock on the upper levels to accommodate the deep hulls rising around them like trees in a forest. Silver, green, red, purple. He couldn’t see them all but, leviathan like, they made him feel tiny.
“The refuel is done and they’re loading now. Should be done in a couple of hours but we couldn’t get a window until Tuesday, and the clients aware of the time delay. So, don’t panic. Enjoy the weekend.” She slid a sideways glance at Johnny. Awareness and heat sizzled through his body all the way down to his boots, then bounced back up to tighten his balls. “I certainly intend to. Locke out.”
The lift reached the top of the shaft and clunked as it moved onto the orbital track. Within seconds they were swept sideways, red, then silver hulls zipping past them until they came to rest alongside a docking hatch with purple hull-plates. Purple. It suited her. Every time she’d come to see his act, she’d been wearing something purple. A top, a wrist strap, tiny studs in her ears.
“Home, sweet, home.”
Her smile hit him deep in the gut as the hatch cycled to let them into the interior of the ship. A smile that had nothing to do with anything other than happiness. Joy in being alive, joy in the moment. Joy at being with him? He hoped so. The hatch released, the hiss of the atmosphere’s equalizing loud to his enhanced hearing. Extending an arm, he motioned that she should precede him.
“Ladies first.”
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