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Big, Blooming & Wild! Greenhouse EffectNia K. Foxx
Prologue
It was the moaning that pulled him from a restless slumber. The
sounds seemed to resonate in the still crisp morning air. Primal noises. It was
the female’s pleading whimpers which managed to push him into full
wakefulness. Wik heard the distinct sound of male groaning.
They were sounds of pleasure. Ecstasy. He envied the couple their
wee-hour romp, although he wished they’d chosen a less public place for their
affectionate exchange. He wasn’t the only Botan in the forest, but he was the
only one of shifting age who spent a great deal of time in his redwood form. For
him there was solace to be found amongst his brethren who’d yet to reach the
age of maturity.
He was fairly certain he was the only one being impacted by the
loud sexual display. As evidence, a branch sprouted and grew in a most
unseemly fashion from his wide trunk. There was no mistaking the obvious
phallus that sprang forth.
“Harder. Fuck me harder, Riley.”
The Botan must have given her exactly what she was asking for
because an even louder moan permeated the forest.
“Oh yes, my ass too.”
Of all his dumb luck. He’d hoped to get a decent night’s sleep for
once. He wanted to be in a halfway civil mood when he conducted his tour
today of one of their key sites. So much for that idea. Although it was still early
enough for him to gain a few hours’ rest he’d not be able to do it with the wood
he now sported.
Damn Riley and his mate. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be
able to put up with being in such close proximity to all the other mated Botans.
Granted, he was happy for them all, but he was fairly sure he’d die from
horniness or bludgeon some unsuspecting passerby if he didn’t find his own
mate.
“Oh yes, I’m coming!” the woman shouted.
Damn! He’d need to find her soon.
Chapter One
Stellar!
The word leapt into her mind almost immediately as Jennifer glared
at the flat tire her hybrid car sported. She swallowed the curse which
threatened to fly after remembering her mechanic’s advice the last time she’d
had the car serviced. If only she’d heeded his warning and replaced the worn
tires, she wouldn’t be in her current dilemma. Instead, she’d put tires at the top
of her personal to-do list and promptly forgotten. Had time really gone by so
quickly? So much for going into work early.
Of course the flat picked the most opportune moment. Today, the
executives of the Institute of Big Basin Wildlife (IBBW) were due in the satellite
office, her division. Among their itinerary was a tour of her unit. In her five-year
career with IBBW she’d never met with any of the higher ups for longer than a
few moments let alone hosted any visits. Those brief encounters were usually
at corporate functions she couldn’t finagle her way out of. She didn’t look
forward to the visit, which would most assuredly take up a chunk of her
morning and keep her away from actual work. Unlike so many of her peers,
she didn’t go out of her way to dwell in the limelight. Neither a praise seeker
nor attention getter, she was content being left to her work. For her entire
tenure she’d managed to function in that way. Today things were going to
change.
No matter how it was worded, ultimately the tour was an inspection.
She tried to convince herself she wasn’t under direct scrutiny. There really
wasn’t any need for the paranoia since her work was always exemplary. Her
reports were punctual, well organized, and her research spoke for itself. She’d
produced enough results in the area of plant breeding to keep her direct
supervisor happy and at bay.
While an inspection of her division was probably long overdue, she
couldn’t help but be a little on edge about the executives’ involvement in the
process. Hell, even her boss, Randy, seemed nervous about the impending
visit. His normally lackadaisical approach to work had become a lot more
formalized over the last week and quite frankly he was becoming a nagging
pain in Jennifer’s very generous ass. The institute was involved in everything
from developing conservation standards to medicinal research. They fell under
the umbrella of a larger conglomerate she’d lost interest in trying to decipher
long ago. The bottom line was her tiny unit had been ignored long before she
came on board so the sudden interest was unprecedented, at least as far as
she knew.
Her sixth sense told her today’s tour didn’t bode well. The winds of
change were definitely in the air and she was certain it carried the name Wik
Redwood, scientist extraordinaire, who had taken over the reins as Chief
Executive Officer for IBBW. She hadn’t met him personally, but the shake up
he’d caused throughout the organization had definitely created a buzz, which
trickled down to her division. Apparently the man was rumored to be as
ruthless as he was brilliant, and gauging from what she’d heard, he was on a
mission. Initially, she’d found amusement in seeing how many feathers were
ruffled by this shift in power. It was amazing how efficient people became when
their jobs might be on the line. It would only stand to reason she’d feel the
effects of the shake up eventually, but it didn’t mean she had to like it one bit.
Needless to say, the last thing she wanted was to be late today of
all days. She didn’t mind admitting she loved her job and wasn’t above asking
for a little divine intervention to get her through the morning. A long time had
passed since she’d last thought to commune with a higher power, so Jennifer
hoped someone was still tuning in. She turned what she hoped to be sincere
eyes heavenward and invoked her plea.
“Please don’t let this day get any worse.”
* * *
Ten minutes. It was the time she had left before the suits were due
to arrive. A silent thanks was given as she shrugged into the lab coat she’d
donned only a few times in her career. Today, of course, was different from
other days because she had to definitely look the part of a sharp scientist.
“Diane, did you run a test on the samples we took yesterday?” she
asked her assistant. She and Diane had worked together for four years and the
younger woman proved to be more than just a pretty face in their boss’s many
attempts at placing eye candy in the division. Randy was a known womanizer
but he was smart enough to keep his harassment just kosher enough to keep
human resources off his back.
Jennifer had only been subjected to a few of his appreciative gazes,
directed at her well endowed bust line, but she’d immediately called Randy on
it, which seemed to be enough to have him flying right, at least with her. She
was pretty sure her breasts were her best assets to appeal to the man. He
seemed to prefer his hires on the young and slender side, which most definitely
excluded her. She was grateful that when he’d selected Diane, he’d actually
chosen someone who possessed good credentials and a passion for the job. It
was an added bonus Diane had a similar no nonsense attitude when it came to
Randy.
“Nope, the boss man has been in and out of here all morning with
his various requests. He must have me confused with the janitorial staff. If he
tells me one more time to wipe down a counter, I swear I’m going to scream.”
“You’re not the only one he’s getting to around here. I tell you what,
when this inspection is done what say you we go out for a round?”
Diane paused as she placed a tray of glass testers in an overhead
cabinet. “You mean like actual drinks?”
“Appetizers too if you feel up to it,” Jennifer suggested.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Her surprise was understandable; Jennifer usually kept her work
and private life separate. Diane was one of the few people she’d befriended at
the lab and they’d only gone out twice for after work drinks.
“No, I’m serious. I’ll even buy. This inspection has had us all in
knots. What better way to celebrate the end of it?”
“Well, who can turn down an offer like that?”
She really did like Diane. Although the woman was a good ten years
younger than her own thirty-three she seemed to have a great head on her
shoulders. In some ways she reminded Jennifer of her past self. Mature,
responsible, and very driven. If the young woman wasn’t careful she’d end up
married to her research in the same way Jennifer had. Not that she regretted
anything in her life. She had a career doing what she loved, and had indulged
in a couple of long term relationships that ended amicably enough. She felt
lucky to be happy with her life.
“Why don’t we get those samples ready to test? I hate just standing
around here polishing the silver because a few suits are coming.”
Diane’s face practically beamed at the suggestion. “Bless you. I
don’t think I’ll want to clean my apartment for the next week after this
experience.”
Amen to that, she thought as she readied the high-powered
microscope. The two women worked in quiet unison and before long they had
four samples ready to be examined and documented.
“I guess there’s no chance of a little Led Zeppelin today?” Diane
asked.
Jennifer could only imagine the look on the executives’ faces if they
came into a lab filled with rock music. “Not today.”
Diane gave a disapproving sigh before handing over the first
sample.
“…and this, gentlemen, is the lab where we conduct all of our plant
breeding and growth research. It looks as if we’ve caught our resident genius in
the middle of something.”
Randy’s booming voice gave both women a heads up to their arrival
only seconds before the group entered the lab. Jennifer took a deep breath and
plastered a smile on her face she hoped passed as genuine. She had her
presentation ready and felt prepared for any questions the men could throw her
way. Randy’s slight frame was the first through the double doors and he stood
aside to hold them open for the VIPs.
“Holy shit!” The low mumbled words reached Jennifer’s ears but she
could hardly blame her assistant because the same thought rang through her
mind at the procession entering her lab. Each man looked to be similar in
height, which was pretty amazing since Jennifer pegged them to be about six
foot three. Talk about genetic selection. The men had to be relatives. She
noted the men’s sun-kissed complexions and blond hair mingled with flecks of
brown. Three of the men wore conservatively cropped haircuts that differed
only slightly in length. Jennifer wouldn’t be surprised to find they all shared
similar eye coloring too. The dark expensive looking suits they wore had to be
tailor made in order to fit their generous frames. The men stopped just inside
the lab, making the normally substantial space feel a bit cramped. Her gaze
focused on the fourth suit.
He stood an inch, maybe two, above the rest, and if her eyes
weren’t playing tricks on her, he appeared to be a little broader in the shoulders
as well. Unlike the others he wore his hair daringly long. The thick strands just
touched the tops of his shoulders and feathered lightly around him. Jennifer
was certain the mane would be soft and lush to the touch. She could almost
feel its heavy weight between her fingers, although she was disturbed her mind
would even register such information.
Her eyes drifted to his squared jaw line, and upward to his straight
jutting nose. Her gaze traveled further still until it settled on dark, deep-set
eyes. His features were perfect yet she’d hesitate to call him handsome, at
least not in the traditional sense. His look was far too severe for that. If
anything, he looked a bit… well, untamed.
She would have expected to see him guarding some head of state,
even a mercenary for hire, not being an executive for IBBW. Still, it didn’t stop
her heart rate from speeding up. Nor did it prevent her mouth from going dry as
his gaze honed in on her from across the room. It was a bit unnerving. So
much so that she shifted her gaze to the other men in the entourage. All of
whom seemed to regard her with unwavering stares. Their serious expressions
were enough to send a lesser person cowering. As much as Jennifer prided
herself on being a strong woman capable of standing up to anyone’s scrutiny,
these men were a little much for her. She couldn’t believe one of them was the
acclaimed scientist she’d heard so much about. They were all a far cry from the
image she’d conjured up in her head.
She redirected her attention to the only man in the room who didn’t
make her feel as if she were under a microscope. It would help if she could
focus on what Randy rattled on about. At least that way she could segue into
her presentation and get the damned tour over and done with quickly. The only
problem was she was having a hard time concentrating on her boss’s words,
very aware of four pairs of eyes directed at her. Call her crazy, but Jennifer
was certain she could tell which one felt as if he were looking right into her
soul. For good measure, she squared her shoulders and smiled brighter as she
did her best to ignore the very open looks she was receiving.
It took more effort than she cared to admit but she was finally able
to filter Randy’s words through her distracted mind. She wasn’t surprised to
hear he hadn’t paused long enough for introductions before going into an
overview of the projects he “supervised” in her unit.
A sudden movement caught the attention of the room as one of the
executives stepped forward, effectively silencing Randy’s speech. Out of the
corner of her eye, Jennifer could see who’d broken rank. As much as she
wanted to resist looking, her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. It was
no surprise to see the fourth man standing ahead of the group, his dark eyes
pinning her with an expression she couldn’t quite decipher. A ripple of heat
traveled down her spine and she had to stop herself from visibly shaking off the
after-effects of the sensation.
The man dismissed Randy easily. “I’m quite sure Jennifer is
perfectly capable of explaining the various projects she’s been responsible for
spearheading.”
For a brief moment she felt paralyzed, trapped somewhere between
feeling satisfaction over the end of Randy’s preening and being completely
unprepared for the sexy rasp of his low voice.
“Of course, Mr. Redwood, I mean Wik. Jennifer is more than
competent in her field and has several impressive projects I’m certain you’ll find
quite fascinating.”
As uncomfortable as Randy’s bumbling response appeared to be for
him, Jennifer was grateful for the interjection because it gave her the
opportunity to recover from her surprise at hearing the man speak. Next came
the shock of learning he was Wik Redwood. Thank God none of the other
eggheads in her discipline had ever looked like him, otherwise she might have
been a bit too distracted to focus on her coursework in college.
She’d always prided herself on being of a different ilk, one not ruled
by libido. Her brain, on the other hand, was currently headed down a path not
quite appropriate for her environment. Wik’s overt stare didn’t help matters.
“Jennifer, the floor is yours,” Wik added with a slight nod which
caused several strands of his hair to fall forward. “But first I think we should get
the matter of introductions out of the way.”
Randy sputtered his apologies for the oversight, but was
immediately cut off as Wik named each member of his party and waited while
she followed suit.
* * *
Mine. The thought was instantaneous and communicated just as
quickly to the other members of his entourage as they were introduced to
Jennifer Wilde and her assistant Diane Richards. None of the other Botan
males needed clarification about who Wik referred to and none bothered to
remind him they were all happily mated males. He didn’t exactly leave much
room for communication since he’d effectively cut off the telepathic link used by
his species. The last thing he wanted to do was share the intimate details of all
the things he’d like to do to her.
She was a vision of loveliness, even in the sterile lab coat that hid
her thick curves from his voracious gaze. Her auburn hair was pulled away
from her face, giving him full view of its unmarred perfection. He was certain
her skin, unencumbered by makeup, would be like silk to the touch. His fingers
itched to do just that, but if given the opportunity he wouldn’t stop there. He
needed to get closer to her. He wanted to unbind the waves of luscious hair
and feel the loose strands cascade between his fingers. His comrades would
understand if he dismissed everyone in the room. Wik knew they would gladly
give him the privacy he needed to claim his woman right there on one of the
metal tables. The ache in his loins spread with the thought but he knew such
an act wasn’t feasible, at least not at the moment.
Five years was a long time to be in pollen for a Botan. Most of his
brethren who’d reached pollisexation around the same time were already
mated. For them the process seemed easy enough. The shift from tree to
human form was a celebrated event amongst his species. It signaled the
beginning of a new phase in their lifecycle. They could finally take the
knowledge passed down to them from their savior Seq Viren and from the
Elder of their small community to begin forging out their place within the
brotherhood. More importantly it marked the commencement of the search for
a human mate.
His second in command, Guner, was just a year younger and he’d
already enjoyed three years with his woman whom he’d met on a nature walk.
The lucky bastard. Wik had spent many a month, after his initial shift, in his
redwood form hoping for such a happenstance to befall him. What did he have
to show for his efforts? Nothing, unless long hours spent trying to wash the
markings of a territorial mountain lion off counted. He’d tried everything from
the bar scene to speed dating, and been disappointed at every turn. Sure he’d
met women, but so many of the ones who held physical appeal to him were not
happy in their own skin. It was annoying how easily they accepted the
outlandish standards of beauty and were willing to brutalize their bodies to
attain unhealthy results. Like all Botan males he preferred a woman of physical
substance. For him intellect and self-worth were also key. The last thing he
wanted was a person so insecure with herself she couldn’t recognize her own
beauty or value.
Discouraged by the prospect pool, Wik opted to spend his post-
pollisexation years dedicated to the advancement of IBBW. Long hours, new
strides in research, and lobbying had consumed his every waking moment yet
it only managed to take the edge off his natural urges. His desire to find his
mate was instinctually ingrained in his DNA and no amount of work could
squelch it. It didn’t help living on a private compound with other mated Botans.
Although his own home was separated by several acres, he still stumbled
across couples as they hiked the lands. On more than one occasion he’d come
upon a pair so caught up in the throes of passion they didn’t notice his
approach.
Just as difficult were the Friday communal dinners. As much as he
enjoyed the social interaction, he left each night with the reminder he would be
going home to an empty bed. On those particularly rough nights he shed his
human form and took root in the nurturing soil.
To have it all now on the verge of ending felt a bit surreal. Yet there
was no doubt in his mind Jennifer Wilde would be his mate. He studied the
confident poise of her stance and knew she was a woman who was completely
secure within herself. She’d sized them all up quickly, her eyes lingering on him
briefly before feigning attention to her mousy supervisor’s speech. While most
women would have shown some interest in one, if not all of the Botan males,
she had chosen to ignore them altogether. Even her assistant had eyeballed
them equally, drawing her shoulders back to give a better view of her full,
round breasts. Not his Jennifer.
“Thank you, Mr. Redwood. I’ll try not to bore you all with this part of
the tour.” Her voice was like honey, sweet and smooth flowing over him. His
groin tightened in response, confirming the conclusion he’d already come to.
“Please, call me Wik,” he corrected.
Her smile faltered briefly but she nodded in acknowledgement. Her
eyes lit on the other men in his entourage and he felt an overwhelming need to
draw her attention back to him. Having already done extensive audits of the
reports she’d handed in over her tenure, he listened with half an ear as she
went on to describe her various projects. There was no doubt in his mind she
was a brilliant scientist and would continue to be a valued asset at IBBW. Of
course, that assumed they’d be able to drag themselves into a lab after he put
his plan in motion to have her for his own. Unable to wait for the more hands-
on part of her presentation, he took it upon himself to begin a perusal of her
lab, pleased to hear the slight pause at his unexpected movement. He
pretended a brief interest in looking at the few specimens in various stages of
experimentation. Each sampling brought him closer to her workstation where
she stood confidently.
“You seem to have few examples of your work here,” he
commented, only steps away from her now.
“Most of my success stories are housed in the greenhouse. I try to
split an equal amount of time between here and there.”
“So I assume it will be the next stop on our tour?”
He was close enough now to catch a whiff of her scent, a light
exotic blend which set his body to tingling. Instinctively he inhaled her
fragrance, committing her very essence to memory. His body’s response was
just as instinctive, pushing his budding erection into a full salute within the
confines of his pants. He rounded the counter where she stood, his movements
languid.
“Of course. Actually I was just going to suggest we go there now
unless any of you had questions.”
Wik didn’t miss the catch in her voice as he came to stand closely
behind her, definitely closer than propriety called for but certainly not close
enough for him.
“Not just yet. Tell me about the experiment you were working on
before we came in.”
Should we leave you and your female alone? The amused
telepathic question came from Guner.
For several moments Wik contemplated his response. As much as
he wanted nothing more than to lift her on the counter top and become better
acquainted, he doubted she would appreciate such behavior, at first.
No, he sent before ending communication.
“We’re just in the beginning stages, but we’re experimenting with
cross breeding two very different species and examining the hybrids’ cellular
makeup. Our hope is to see how well adapted the offspring will be to flourishing
in less than optimal conditions.”
“Cross breeding? Definitely an area of great interest to the institute.
What are your findings?”
“Right now, nothing conclusive. We’re really in the beginning stages
of our work on this project, but if you’re really interested I’ll be sure to get
Randy the results as soon as they’re available.”
It wasn’t the response he’d hoped for. At the very least he wanted
her to suggest presenting her findings directly. He realized she thought to have
as minimal contact with him as possible. She’d actually thought to dismiss
them so easily. Dismiss him. Not likely.
“Why don’t we show you gentlemen the nursery where I keep our
more prized research?” she suggested politely. He noticed she didn’t leave
much opportunity for a response before moving quickly to a locked door
marked “Confidential.”
Her body language spoke volumes as they made their way across
the private landing which led to the nursery. He noted her stiff back, short brisk
steps and the distance she kept between herself and the executives. She’d
also managed to insert Randy and her assistant between herself and his
entourage. Wik smiled to himself at her efforts. He sensed her urgency in
getting the tour done as quickly as possible. His fingers itched to reach out for
her; it was a near overwhelming desire. Through the gap of people he zeroed
in on the sway of her hips barely visible under her bulky lab coat. He relished
the thought of removing the unflattering garment. In fact, he could honestly
admit he wanted to get her out of all of her clothing, to have her lush body laid
bare for him.
Seq help him, but he doubted he could wait too long to have her.
Chapter Two
He stared after her. She knew it without turning to confirm her
suspicions. His eyes had followed her every movement from the moment he
stepped into her lab, leaving her feeling a bit out of sorts. Fortunately, the
others had the decency to appear oblivious to the lingering looks. All except
Diane, who’d given her two not so discreet nudges. What made matters worse
was her reaction to him. A person would have to be dead not to find him
striking. And he’d certainly managed to make her insides quiver, a rare
happenstance indeed.
He was tall and broad, just the way she liked. His arms made a
woman want to curl up in them forever. Jennifer suspected thickly honed
muscles lay beneath his designer suit, just waiting to be revealed. Her
observations hadn’t stopped there; how could they when her eyes were drawn
to another impressive point of interest? Judging by the outline of his package,
she was certain he had more than enough to offer a woman. Her knees had
gone weak after noticing his evident arousal, and it had taken every ounce of
willpower for her not to stare.
Her steps quickened as she remembered the bulge. With nervous
fingers she extracted the set of keys that would let her into the secured
greenhouse. Just a little longer and Wik Redwood would be far enough away to
no longer be a distraction. She barely waited for the men to file into the room
before starting on the next part of her presentation, centered around a new
pesticide which also fostered plant growth.
“We’re still testing names, but have become fond of ‘Grow Safe.’ It’s
an eco-conscious formula that will be packaged in pretreated soil to effectively
combat any pest or weed infestations. While there are still a battery of tests to
be done, I’m confident we’ll have a viable product to submit for federal approval
as early as the end of this year.” Jennifer shoveled a sample of the earth into
her hand before approaching the stern faces with her coveted work.
“The soil is very rich and odorless as you can tell.”
She extended a sample to a man in the entourage furthest from
Wik, determined to ignore his presence altogether. The man’s reaction was
instant as he took a step back from the harmless sample contained in her
hand. In fact, all of the men retreated a bit, staring at the dirt as if it were
poison. Jennifer stood for several stunned seconds while her brain tried to
wrap around their reactions. She swallowed a laugh at her first conclusion.
Were these men so used to the boardroom they were repelled by the idea of
getting their hands dirty? This was rich. Grown men acting as if she were
offering them something completely illegal.
“My companions and I are very well versed on this current project.
Please be assured we have the strictest confidence in your work.”
She wanted to roll her eyes when Wik stepped forward as the voice
of reason. His own reaction had been minimal, at least from what she could
tell. Jennifer found herself with a similar reaction as her visitors to Wik’s
approaching form. Only, she had no time to step away. His thick, firm fingers
wrapped around her wrist. It was a hold meant to keep her in place. Air caught
in her throat before being slowly expelled, and her heart rate spiked as he
raised her hand to his face in an action that looked like he was on the verge of
kissing her inner wrist. His head dipped only slightly as his eyes locked boldly
with hers. His stare was intense and she felt powerless to look away, as if
under compulsion. She hadn’t realized until that moment just how beautiful his
eyes were. They reminded her of a rare piece of darkly colored jade she’d seen
only once before. A man didn’t have a right to be so perfectly endowed; it just
wasn’t fair for women who aspired to function at a normal level.
As much as she hated to admit it she enjoyed his nearness and the
giddiness it induced. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind if she just leaned in a
smidge his head would descend toward hers to deliver what she suspected
would be an earth-shattering kiss. The shape of his lips alone promised an
enjoyable experience.
“You’re right, Ms. Wilde.”
“What?” Surprise etched her voice as she blinked up at him rapidly.
“The soil is completely odorless.”
“Oh, yes… right.”
Needing to break their physical connection before she embarrassed
herself, she gave her captured wrist a gentle tug. Distance was the only safe
course of action.
“Not so fast, Ms. Wilde. I was just starting my examination.”
Was he talking about examining her or the soil he hadn’t bothered
to take a second look at as of yet?
She mustered her best stoic expression. “I’ll be sure to have some
samples sent to you for further analysis, Mr. Redwood. There are still several
items to discuss before you head off to your next unit.”
“Of course, you’re correct.” The words rolled easily off his tongue
but his hold remained for several long seconds before he finally relinquished it.
Jennifer resisted the urge to touch the spot that seemed to have his permanent
imprint branded around it. What the hell was it about this man? His behavior
was inexcusable on so many levels. It was obvious that he didn’t give all
women the same attention since he’d barely shown any sign of noticing Diane.
Her mother had always claimed men were lured by the fire of a redhead. Or
maybe he was into plus-sized women. Whatever the cause, their positions
negated the possibility of anything but a work relationship, no matter how easily
he set her heart to fluttering.
For the remainder of her presentation Jennifer was uncomfortably
aware of Wik in spite of her best efforts. He always seemed so close and her
gaze continued to collide with his whenever she dropped her guard. By the end
of the presentation she felt on edge, emotionally drained, and disturbingly
aroused. She was grateful when Diane took the limelight, not that it reduced
Wik’s steady attention, but it did provide her an opportunity to retreat to a safer
locale and regain some composure of her off kilter emotions.
Randy jumped in eagerly as Diane concluded her presentation,
thanking them quickly before launching into an overview of the next leg of the
tour for their guests. Jennifer cared little that the speedy retreat left no room for
a question and answer session. She expected relief to flood her as Randy
began ushering the men out of the greenhouse. It didn’t come. She hazarded a
last glance in Wik’s direction and wasn’t surprised to find him giving her one
long look of his own before preceding her nervous boss out the door. The
expression in his eyes was filled with a message she couldn’t translate.
“Okay, that was crazy!” Diane began once the security door clicked
behind their visitors. While Jennifer would have preferred a few moments of
silence to sort through her unusual reaction, she felt a need to deflect the topic
Diane was broaching.
“I don’t know. I thought we did pretty well. Although the whole
sample reaction thing was a bit strange, don’t you think?”
“You know what I’m referring to. You were great but it was glaringly
obvious Mr. Redwood wasn’t just enthralled by your presentation.”
So much for switching gears. She considered feigning ignorance but
thought better of it. Short of a neon sign, Wik’s interest had been well
established and to refute it would only prolong the topic.
“If you’re talking about his behavior, it was completely inappropriate
and unprofessional.”
“Oh, please. If it were Randy I’d agree but that man could be
positively forgiven for almost any indiscretion.”
The far off look in Diane’s eyes made her uneasy. “Why? Because
he’s handsome and wealthy he should be given a pass on socially acceptable
conduct?” Jennifer did her best to sound incredulous. Surprisingly, she didn’t
feel it the way she thought she probably should. Such behavior from anyone
else would have warranted major attitude, in the least, but more likely a huge
piece of her mind.
“Hardly. Anyway, I know you could care less about looks. I’m talking
about the sparks flying between both of you.”
Jennifer tried to look outraged. Which she hoped was good enough
since she’d lost the power of speech.
“Don’t try to deny it. Although, I must applaud your attempts at
ignoring him.”
She was certain her slack-jawed expression wasn’t the most
flattering but her mind was too busy trying to digest Diane’s words to care. She
wanted a quick, witty denial to spring forth, something that would permanently
lay the conversation to rest. Yet, her normally sharp mind failed her miserably,
leaving her with no choice but to face the cold, hard reality.
“Okay, so he was cute. Are you happy now? I admit it.”
“Correction. Monkeys are cute. Cooing babies are cute. Wik
Redwood is a hunk, a veritable thoroughbred beyond immeasurable
proportions.”
“Why don’t you tell me how you really feel? And as a point of fact,
his companions were equally as good looking.”
“And each with a wedding ring except him,” she pointed out. “Plus
Wik seemed to have something else going for him. It was raw, virile, like he
wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you somewhere so he could
have his wicked way.”
“A: You read way too many romance novels. B: You read way too
many romance novels, and C: You’re exaggerating. It was nothing like that.”
Diane cocked her head to one side. Her expression let Jennifer
know she was standing firm on her opinion. “All right. I’ll concede by saying
there may have been a hint of something.”
“Please. All that was missing was him in his birthday suit and a
neon sign saying ‘come and get it’.”
The image gave Jennifer pause. Talk about a sight to behold.
“Your silence just proves my point. So what’s the harm in admitting
you thought him a hottie with a capital H?”
Jennifer hesitated before finally letting out an exasperated sigh.
“You’re like a dog with a bone.”
“Funny, I’d rather compare myself to a cat with a mouse. So?”
“Fine. Since I’m sure I won’t see him again until the next inspection.
I’ll admit it. He’s gorgeous.”
“And?”
Jennifer gave her the evil eye. “And under the right conditions I’d
consider being open to his flirting,” she mumbled.
“See, that wasn’t so bad. Glad to see you haven’t completely traded
in your feminine urges for work.”
“Whatever. Can we just get back to important stuff? I’m sure we can
still salvage some of the experiment.”
“You’re hopeless.”
Jennifer shrugged. She had better things to do than to fixate on a
man, especially one as scrumptiously taboo as Wik.
* * *
“Is it just me or does this place seem louder than usual?” Jennifer
said over the roar of the boisterous bar and grill. It was a local hangout, one of
few in the college town that wasn’t frequented by the super young. In spite of
its older clientele the place was noisy and hopping.
“This seems about normal. When was the last time you were here?”
Diane asked, but Jennifer noticed how she scoured the crowd of patrons.
She had to think for a moment. It had probably been more than a
year since she’d last stepped into the place.
“If you’d rather go somewhere else?” It was a half-hearted
suggestion.
Jennifer didn’t mind the atmosphere even if she had to strain to hear
Diane plus do a little extra lip reading. It had been a long while since she’d let
her hair down and enjoyed a beer. It sure beat the hell out of her Friday night
pizza and a movie ritual.
“No. This is fine.”
The two were contemplating the eternal question “be seated at the
bar or wait twenty minutes for a table” when Jennifer spotted Randy coming
through the entrance a good six feet away from where they stood. Not one for
rudeness, Jennifer was prepared to wave him over until his companion came
into view.
“What are they doing here?” It was a whisper that would normally
not have gotten Diane’s attention in the noisy environment, but accompanied
with the swat Jennifer administered to her arm, it was enough to get the other
woman’s attention.
Instead of the surprised reaction she’d expected, Jennifer watched
dumbfounded as Diane waved the men over with a smile bigger than all
outdoors. It was at the same moment she realized Randy had scanned the
crowded bar as if looking for someone in particular. As much as she didn’t want
to believe Diane had ratted out their evening plans, she definitely suspected a
setup. When Randy spotted Diane a smile lit across his face, wavering slightly
when his gaze drifted to Jennifer’s less than happy expression.
“Glad to see you could make it. Where’s the rest of your group?”
Diane asked as the two males joined them.
As before, Jennifer found it difficult to ignore the imposing figure that
was Wik. She’d glimpsed several other patrons whose eyes were drawn to his
sheer magnitude and good looks. Who could blame them?
“They decided to go home,” Wik provided.
“Without you?” The question slipped out before Jennifer had a
chance to stop it. The last thing she wanted was to pull any more of his
attention yet she’d just succeeded in doing so.
“I still have important matters to attend to here.”
His response gave her pause. It wasn’t so much what he said but
how he said it, as if he were speaking for her alone. Her gaze met his
purposefully for the first time since his arrival, and what a mistake that was.
She felt trapped, caught in the heat of his gaze.
“Hey, you two,” Diane’s call broke her enchantment. “Randy’s
gotten us a table.”
Jennifer wasn’t surprised to hear the revelation; somehow she could
just picture Randy being a regular in the boisterous bar. The place was littered
with women who obviously outnumbered the men. A number of them fit
Randy’s profile for the ideal woman.
They followed the hostess to a table which was nestled smack in
the middle of the bar, giving them a three hundred and sixty degree view of the
bar. Normally she would have taken advantage of the position to engage in a
little people watching with her dinner. Apparently, the most intriguing sight was
right there at the table with them as was attested to by the many gazes that
collided with her own.
A perky-breasted, twenty-something waitress lingered over their
drink order in an obvious attempt at gaining Wik’s attention. Her parting words
-- “let me know if you need anything” -- were directed at one person only.
Jennifer bit back an “Oh, please,” while Randy could barely conceal his
drooling.
“I take it the rest of your tour went well?” Diane began after the
barmaid left.
“It was informative,” Wik provided.
“Does that mean we have job security for the next couple of years at
least?” Jennifer couldn’t help but throw the question out there.
“No need to worry, your future is definitely a secure one.” The words
were said low enough for only her to hear. Before Jennifer could question his
statement the waitress returned with their drinks.
“That’s what I call service.” Diane laughed as the disappointed
waitress sauntered off without so much as a glance from her intended prey.
“Now you know why I come here so often,” Randy concurred.
Jennifer and Diane exchanged knowing looks. They doubted the
speedy service was the reason their boss frequented the establishment.
“I guess we’re all going to owe you a debt of gratitude for our
special treatment tonight,” Jennifer joked to Wik. “Next time she comes around
why don’t you bat those pretty green eyes and maybe we can get our meal
gratis.”
“Hmm. Is that what you want, to see me flirt with another woman?”
Wik moved closer. His leg rubbed against hers. Jennifer was certain it was a
deliberate action. The maneuver sent a jolt of electricity spiking up her thigh.
Her heart rate sped up from the sensation.
“Frankly, what you do wouldn’t be any concern of mine either way.”
“No?” His voice was low, but could be easily heard as he leaned
into her.
Her follow up “no” didn’t sound as confident as she would have
liked.
“You wound me, Jennifer. And here I thought I sensed something
special between us.”
“Sorry to disappoint ya. I bet if you play your cards right you could
have something special going on later with our little server.” Who was she
kidding? Half the women in the bar had their eyes zeroed in on him at some
point or other.
“Fortunately she’s not what I’m looking for.”
Looking? “And I am?”
“Precisely. I’ve waited a long time for you.”
Who said stuff like that? The man didn’t know her from Eve. How
could he possibly purport to be waiting for her? It was a line, the only valid
excuse which explained his comment. She wondered how many women he’d
used those exact words on. How many were eager to spread their legs for his
attention and a few well rehearsed lines? Well, it wouldn’t work with her. “Sorry
again. I don’t go in for office romance or one-night stands.” Hunk or not. Job or
unemployment line, Jennifer was done with Wik and his attention. She was
glad she’d driven to the bar because it lessened her guilt as she stood, gave
Diane a brief nod of apology, and walked out.
Weaving her way through the crowded bar, she sighed in relief
when she broke through to the night air. Outside, people milled around
indulging in the in the ritual that united all smokers. The stale scent of
cigarettes mingled with the ocean air, yet it was still a welcome respite. To hell
with being five years smoke free, she could use a drag right about now.
“Jennifer.” She recognized the voice immediately, but didn’t bother
to respond as she continued her determined stride to her vehicle, already
pulling keys out of her handbag.
Wik caught up with her just as she inserted the key into the lock.
“Hold on a minute. Please.”
She swung around on him, feeling flustered. “Why?”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
She rolled her eyes at his response. “Well, you could have fooled
the hell out of me. You’ve been laying it on thick from the moment we met. I’m
sorry, but I’m just not interested. I mean, you’ve had to run across at least one
woman in your life who has told you no.”
She doubted it. Even as she spoke her body was reacting to his
nearness and the raw attraction evident in his eyes. What was it about him that
drew her like a moth to a flame? Her words were just a cover. Truth be told,
she needed him to accept her rejection or she ran the risk of going down a path
she’d find it hard to return from.
If only she’d left on a high note, hadn’t hesitated, she wouldn’t find
herself being gathered up in his arms. Wik’s head dipped quickly. His lips
trapped hers in a surprise kiss. Jennifer opened her mouth to protest but only
succeeded in giving him full access, which he took advantage of. His tongue
snuck in, pushing forward even as he pulled her deeper into his embrace. She
was a goner.
The voice of reason made one last valiant attempt to maintain its
hold. The effort was pointless. She gave in, accepting his kiss with a fervor that
refused to be denied. A low growl built in his chest, humming between them as
she melted into him. Her resistance became a thing of the past. Their tongues
parried in a slow sensual ballad as her arms reached up to lock behind his
neck. She moaned when one hand stretched to cup her backside, pulling her
into him until the evidence of his arousal pressed into her pelvis. There was no
denying it. She was equally aroused. Her nipples pebbled while she leaned into
him, sending bolts of excitement coursing through her. Her pussy throbbed in
response.
She whimpered as he pulled away enough to speak. “Are you going
to deny us both this? I want you, Jennifer Wilde, more than I’ve wanted
anything else. Only you.”
She rested her forehead against his chin, trying to regain
composure of her wildly thumping heart. “Why me?”
An index finger under her chin had her staring up into his eyes; their
effect was more than she could handle.
“I’ve been searching for you for a long time. I don’t care if I found
you in IBBW’s lab, I can’t just walk away, and I don’t think you can either.”
Common sense told her to do just that, but honesty and sheer
arousal held her in place. One kiss shouldn’t leave her this way. Her body
shouldn’t be humming and wanting more than could be accomplished in a
public parking lot.
“We need privacy now or so help me I’ll take you on the hood of this
car regardless of who’s watching,” his low sultry voice warned.
Chapter Three
She was on automatic pilot driving the short distance from the bar to
her cozy little house near the university. Maybe it was their close proximity,
which kept her distracted, or maybe the fingers tracing the column of her neck.
Whatever the cause, when she turned off the car’s engine in her garage, she
couldn’t fully recall the route she’d taken to get home or the time it took.
“We’re here,” she said unnecessarily, suddenly feeling nervous. It
was the first sensation outside of arousal she’d felt since being in his arms in
the parking lot.
“Yes. You don’t need to be nervous, Jennifer. Everything will be all
right now.”
How could he possibly say that, know it for a fact? She was about to
do something she’d never done in her life. Sensible Jennifer Wilde was about
to indulge in a one-night stand with the CEO of her company. Nothing was truly
right about the situation, but she could care less.
He was out and around the car with a speed that bespoke his
eagerness. She smiled to herself, feeling giddy when Wik opened her door in
one fluid motion and pulled her easily to her feet and into his arms again. Her
back pressed into the car as she was sandwiched between him and the cool
metal. Without ceremony, his lips dropped to hers for another kiss that set her
blood to boiling. She met his eager mouth with her own. She had never wanted
a man as she did him at the moment.
* * *
Wik only meant to sample her lips one more time before taking her
inside to love her properly. The car ride had been far too long for him and it had
taken all his willpower not to touch her the way he wanted. He’d been so
tempted to free her breasts and suckle her hard nipples evident through her
blouse. His control dangled by a very thin thread.
He was elated to see her as hungry for him as he was for her. Her
eager response spurred him on until he was lifting and backing her onto the
hood of her car. Just the slightest bit of pressure had her legs spreading wide
to allow him access to nestle between her soft, pants-covered thighs. His cock
ached to be free as he rocked forward and she arched into him. They both
moaned at the tiny thrill. As exciting as the friction of their bodies rubbing
together was, it was only teasing, a brief hint of what was to come. Wik wasted
no time in raising the bar on their play by putting enough distance between
them to give him access to her blouse. His gaze locked with hers as his nimble
fingers worked her buttons free. The look in her eyes was of total acceptance,
leaving no doubt how much she wanted him. Jennifer reached for his hands as
he finished with the last button, bringing them to cup her heavy globes. He tore
his gaze from hers, allowing it to feast on her full-sized breasts. Encased in a
satin, peach-colored bra, they were the second most beautiful thing he’d ever
seen. He didn’t think there was anything to rival her beauty but they were a
definite runner up.
“You can touch them.” Her voice was husky when she spoke. It
washed over him, spurring him to reach behind her for the release that would
give him an uninhibited view. With her help he made quick work of discarding
her blouse and bra. His cock felt near bursting and he gave into the temptation
of her round globes. A low growl rumbled through him as he dipped to take one
erect nipple into his mouth, circling the pebbled flesh with his tongue until she
cried out. The sound was like heaven to his ears. He lifted his head to look at
her face, wanting to savor the expression on her face just as much as he
wanted to taste her sweet flesh.
“Don’t stop,” she urged, arching her back.
How could he resist such a tantalizing plea? With renewed vigor he
paid equal homage to the next pink nub, while plumping the abandoned nipple
between his fingers. She was a goddess and he was pleased at the prospect of
worshipping at her throne.
* * *
Jennifer felt herself spinning out of control. Her fingers were
entangled in the golden mass of Wik’s hair while his deft mouth did things to
her breasts that had her creaming in her pants. She pushed her pelvis forward,
wanting to feel the bulge of his cock press intimately into her again. If she had
a chance to focus, to gather her thoughts, she’d question her actions
completely. But rational thought wasn’t what she strived for; it was something
that needed to wait until she’d had her complete fill of him.
“I want to see you too,” she croaked. As much as she didn’t want to
lose the feel of his mouth, she had very clear ideas of her own about how she
planned to utilize his body. At first she didn’t think he’d heard her, as he
continued to suck and tug at her sensitive nipples until she was certain she’d
come right there. When he did pull away, her body pouted at the loss. Seconds
later she realized he only paused to hastily tug at the buttons of his shirt. She
could have sworn a couple flew off to destinations unknown. He was quick in
discarding the garment, giving no regard where he tossed the crisp white top or
the undershirt beneath.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of him. Her wildest
imagination couldn’t have conjured up a more decadent image. She’d expected
him to be fit, and muscled, but she wasn’t prepared for the sheer sexual charge
that went along with his physical prowess. She’d dare someone to find an
ounce of fat on his perfectly sculpted form, from his defined abs to his muscular
biceps. Jennifer didn’t hold herself back in her desire to touch him, running her
fingers over the contour of his chest in an effort to ingrain the feel of him into
her long term memory. There was something sensual about him watching as
she trailed her fingers down his chest. His head cocked to one side, causing
his hair to fan the side of his face. With deliberate ease he removed the well-
placed clip that held her hair in place. She felt the thick waves fall about and
didn’t care how unkempt she must look. Besides, the way he watched her
made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.
“We should go inside.” He made the suggestion, but there was no
attempt on his part to move from between her thighs. She felt positively wicked
with them being half undressed.
“Probably.” She teased one of his hard little nipples. “But we’re not.”
“Good, because I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Could have fooled me with all this chatter.”
A low rumbling sound emanated from somewhere deep in his chest,
a primal, masculine sound that made her feel as if she were completely at his
mercy. His hands at the fastening of her sensible slacks reassured her he was
going to continue. She inhaled deeply as a finger circled her navel.
Jennifer reclined on the cool metal hood, raising her hips as he
tugged her pants down her long legs, taking her white satin panties with them.
She expected his pants to follow and was eager to see a cock she knew would
be a sight to behold. Instead he urged her into a further recline, spread her legs
wider and dove between them with such gusto her eyes rolled up in the back of
her head.
His tongue zeroed in on her clit with such precision her arms nearly
gave out. In the past she’d done her fair share of tutoring men in the proper art
form of cunnilingus, but there was no such lesson needed for him. His tongue
stroked her slowly at first, twirling against her nub. He sucked her into his
mouth, released and sucked her again until she let loose a low mewling sound.
She couldn’t get enough and arched into his mouth for more. Her neglected
breasts were soon remembered as he found and tweaked each nipple without
missing a stroke with his tongue. She could feel the slow approach of an
orgasm as it inched closer still. He lifted his head. Desire filled his eyes and
she knew he was ready. So was she.
Jennifer watched hungrily as he stood to his full height. He
unbuckled his leather belt with haste, pushing the tailored pants down his hips.
She didn’t hold back the gasp as he pulled her generous hips forward, giving
her a long look as he sank into her core. Her cunt stretched to accept the full
width of him. A finger under her chin had her tilting her head back in time for
his mouth to descend to hers. He pushed his hips forward completely, seating
himself deeply within her warmth. She wasn’t sure if it was the kiss or him
buried so tightly inside that caused her to lose her breath. His fingers dug into
the soft flesh of her ass as he retreated only to push forward with a powerful
lunge. She joined in by rocking forward to meet him thrust for thrust. His lips
abandoned hers to trail kisses down her neck while he plundered her sopping
pussy. She threw her head back, giving him more access to her.
“More.” The word was wrenched from her throat as his plunges
became more demanding, shorter strokes that propelled her orgasm ever
closer. She held on as long as possible. Her cunt clenched around him,
signaling to both of them what was to follow.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he warned.
Was he crazy? She wanted to have him pounding hot and heavy
inside her.
“Don’t hold back, please.”
Her words seemed to open a floodgate. She hadn’t realized how
much restraint he’d been showing until that moment. With ease he lifted her off
the car’s hood, taking complete control over their movements as he rode her
up and down the length of his cock. He seemed to grow even larger inside her,
more rigid. She wasn’t certain but Jennifer could have sworn she felt
something tugging her hair. Her hands grasped his taut arms for something to
ground her.
Wik threw his head back. A long howl erupted from him as he filled
her with his oh so hard shaft. She could have sworn she felt similar vein-like
muscles pulsating against her inner walls. Was that possible? It was a new
sensation and stimulating beyond her wildest imaginings. She didn’t have time
to give it long consideration because quite frankly her mind was mostly mush
as her orgasm broke through her. Her cunt throbbed around his cock, coating
him with her feminine juices only seconds before she felt an added heat gush
inside her with his final thrusts. She fell against him feeling completely sated.
“You should probably put me down now.” As much as she wanted to
be held by him, she didn’t relish the idea of winding up on her naked ass in her
garage once the adrenaline factor wore off.
“Why would I do that?” He sounded genuinely perplexed, so much
so she found herself rearing back to look him in the eye.
He stared back at her wearing a confused expression that was
coupled with something akin to… adoration. Okay, maybe she was fooling
herself about the latter, but it was a look that made her feel cherished.
“I think you’ve more than proven your prowess for the evening, and I
must say that I’m thoroughly impressed by the way.”
“Impressed enough for an encore performance?”
She arched a disbelieving brow. “You mean right now?”
“I was thinking more like inside this time, although I think I will
always have a fondness for your garage.”
“Tell you what, you put me down and I might even offer you a nice
hot meal to regain some strength.”
He smiled, showing brilliantly white teeth. The expression on his
face had her heart expanding in her chest. “Is putting you down a condition of
my coming inside?”
For a moment she considered taking him up on his offer to carry her
in with himself still firmly and thickly ensconced within her but thought better of
it. “ ’Fraid so.”
Wik conceded only after giving her a toe-curling kiss, which had her
reconsidering everything. She found herself wondering how much of a banging
her vehicle could take.
* * *
Inside she donned her well-worn bathrobe while Wik opted to put on
his slacks. His very sexy chest remained bare. The hot meal she promised
turned out to be a large chocolate chip muffin warmed to perfection in her
microwave and a tall glass of milk. Wik promptly gulped down every bite while
staring at her as if she were the main course.
“Would you like something else… to eat?”
A light colored eyebrow arched. “My choice?”
“Perhaps I should rephrase my question.”
“No. I think I like it as is.”
“Well, you’ll have to excuse me for not falling all over myself at the
offer, but I haven’t quite gotten my second wind yet. Besides, I’d like nothing
better than a nice hot shower.”
“And then?”
“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” she answered coyly.
He trailed after her as she led the way to her bathroom. She hoped
he liked it hot.
“Allow me,” he offered as she made to shrug her way out of her
robe. Not given time to answer, she let him push the material down her
shoulders. His gaze roamed her body slowly as if he’d missed something in
their original haste.
“You’re beautiful. More than I could have ever hoped for.”
“You certainly are the charmer. I bet that sweet little tongue has
opened many a bedroom door for you.” Regardless, she drank in his words
and relished his appreciative stares. It wasn’t often a girl got to entertain a man
quite like Wik Redwood.
His brows furrowed. “There’s only one bedroom I’ve ever wanted to
enter, and perhaps at some point this evening I will make it there.”
“All in due time, and if you keep turning on the charm like this it may
be sooner than you’re ready for.”
“Would you like to try me?” As he spoke he brought her hand to his
cock, which had already grown beyond a budding erection.
“Well, well. I’ll bet you’ve given your women a definite run for their
money with this stamina. Or dare I assume it’s me who causes such a reaction
in you.”
“It’s most definitely you, Jennifer. I’ve waited forever for you. There
hasn’t been anyone else.”
Ah hell, just as she was getting into this whole seduction in the
bathroom scene he had to go and ruin things with a big old bald-faced lie like
that one.
“Wik, we’re both grown-ups here.”
“I never suggested differently, but trust me when I say I’ve never
had sex with anyone else.”
She jerked her hand away from him as if she’d been stung and took
a purposeful step back. “Don’t do this. Let’s not ruin things by telling lies.”
The frown on his face deepened. “It’s not what I’m trying to do at all.
I’m being honest with you. As hard as it may be for you to believe, you’re my
first lover. My only lover.”
She raised her hands to halt the next set of lies ready to drip from
his mouth. “Look, a man doesn’t do what we just did in that way without prior
experience. And quite frankly unless you’ve been in isolation for the last thirty
some odd years I doubt a man who looks the way you do could still be a virgin.
It’s clearly evident women throw themselves at you all the time.”
“You didn’t.”
True.
“Some would argue I’m not your average woman.”
A smile broke across his face, softening the harsh features brought
on by the frown. “I know. You’re special, Jennifer, made especially for me. I
knew the moment I saw you we’d be together.”
“Okay, say I played along with this absurd notion of you being a
virgin.”
He cleared his throat in correction.
“All right recently de-virginized.”
“By you,” he added.
She nodded. “Why would you choose now to give it up?” Of all the
conversations they could be having, this had to take the cake. Self-consciously
she crossed her arms over her naked breasts, not believing she was even
giving the notion credence.
“Because I wanted my first time to be with someone special. I
require intelligence and confidence in my woman, not just physical beauty, and
you, Jennifer Wilde, are all that plus some.”
Who’d argue with his response? Certainly not her. She’d always
prided herself on being cut from a unique cloth. “For the sake of argument.”
And to prevent missing out on a perfectly good erection, she added silently.
“Let’s say I believe you.”
He cocked his head to one side, looking completely sincere. “It’s the
truth.”
“How about tabling this rather fantastical theory in pursuit of more
enjoyable activities?”
She saw the protest in his eyes, watched as his mouth formed the
next denial. She brought the conversation to an end by stepping into the
shower and turning the spray on full blast. If he wanted to argue the point, he
could do so outside. Yet if his erection was any indication, he had other ideas
on his mind and they didn’t involve a lively debate on the merits of his alleged
lifelong celibacy. She wasn’t disappointed as Wik followed only seconds later in
all his naked glory. It wasn’t the most ideal fit, but neither cared.
He reached beyond her for shower gel and lathered her loofa. “Let
me.”
She wasn’t sure what woman in her right mind would refuse such an
offer but she wasn’t her. Wik started on her back, massaging and soaping
simultaneously. It was the best experience she’d ever had the pleasure of
enduring. Well, second best. It wasn’t long before he abandoned the loofa
altogether, letting his hands take over the mission of bringing her to sudsy
arousal. He molded himself against her backside, his cock pressed into the
curve of her back. His large hands molded her breasts, tweaking and pinching
her nipples until her knees felt weak. For added stability she braced a hand
against the wet tile. He let one hand continue to titillate her while the other took
a more southerly route.
“Spread them,” he whispered in her ear. She didn’t need him to
explain what he meant and she certainly wasn’t going to deny him access.
Slippery fingers stroked her inner thigh before caressing the folds of her labia.
He taunted her nether lips for several seconds before hitting the mark between
them. The first stroke to her clit sent jolts of electricity through her body. He
added pressure to his stroking and her stomach coiled in response.
“That feels so good,” she groaned.
“And this?” he asked just as a large digit made its way into the
opening of her slit. She was surprised at how thoroughly it filled her; it definitely
felt much larger than she’d originally thought.
“So good.” She rode his finger hard, having a difficult time
remembering it wasn’t an actual penis that stuffed her so completely.
“You’re hot. Heaven help me but I need to fuck you now.”
“Yes,” she moaned, although she didn’t want his finger to stop its
rhythm. She felt its loss immediately but leaned forward in the narrow shower,
bracing her forearms against the wall in a sign of her submission.
“We’ll take this into your room, Jennifer.”
She wanted to protest, but found her desire to have him inside her
had her willing to bend to any suggestion he might have. Luckily for her the
bedroom was directly across from the bath and only took a few seconds for her
to streak naked to. Wik was hot on her heels. Her knee just grazed the top of
her bed when she was easily lifted and shifted so she landed on top of his slick
body.
“I want you to ride me this time.”
As if she’d argue with the suggestion.
Jennifer straddled his waist, very aware of the stiff, long cock that
seemed to have a mind of its own as it probed her slit. “Ask and ye shall
receive.”
She slid down his girth, marveling for the second time in one night
how he stretched her vaginal walls. He was so unbelievably hard she could feel
every veined inch of him. He rested one hand on her hip as she began her
gentle bouncing up and down his length while the other reached between their
bodies, his fingers gliding through her folds to stroke her clit with renewed
vigor. She spasmed around him, drawing a rough guttural sound from him.
Nothing in her life had ever felt so good before and she wanted more. Wanted
it all. Her slow ride turned more aggressive. Egging her on were his wonderfully
sinful fingers that continued to rub her clit with ever increasing firmness.
Stroke. Pressure. Stroke. She arched her back, pounding over him even harder
as his fingers vibrated in rapid succession against the overly sensitive nub.
“Not yet,” she cried, trying her best to maintain control and stave off
the orgasm looming ahead.
Obviously Wik hadn’t heard her because his other hand joined in
the quest to drive her crazy by fondling one generous breast. As if that weren’t
enough stimulation for her aroused body, he plumped and pinched her tight
nipple until she moaned. The sound built and blazed like the fire consuming her
body. The all too familiar sensation coiled within her, starting in the pit of her
stomach and permeating outward. He was so deep inside her, his cock so
large and heavy. His fingers were strumming her clit and plucking her so
thoroughly it was no wonder she didn’t last long.
“Oh yes, yes!” She rode him hard as her climax washed over her
body in a tidal wave of sensations.
* * *
Wik could watch her come forever. He loved the way she screamed
through her orgasm, relished every moan and the suckling of her cunt over his
painfully hard shaft. He had grown thicker and harder with each downward
thrust. She had to feel the difference in his size even with his desire to hold
back. He couldn’t risk hurting her, but sweet lord she felt so good around him.
Her body collapsed against his, and he knew in spite of how much he wanted
to prolong their lovemaking, he couldn’t do so to her detriment. He’d have to
control his more rigorous appetite, but first he needed release. Just the thought
of spilling his seed into her hot, lush body was enough to have his sac
tightening. When he would have eased her to her back, Jennifer resumed her
sitting position atop his body. Luminous brown eyes stared down at him.
“Now’s your turn.”
He was speechless. Her vaginal muscles contracted around him,
until he was certain he’d lose all control. He was in aroused awe as she
continued her steady ride. Up and down. Over and over. She fondled her own
breasts, pushing them together and leaning just far enough for him to suckle
each nipple.
She was his, and he was home, forever. His sac tightened even
more, marking the end of his endurance. With purposeful hands he gripped her
hips, taking control of her easy riding, opting for a faster, rougher stride. He
pounded into her again and again until he could no longer hold back the hot
seed that shot thick and into her womb.
He was truly home.
Chapter Four
He hadn’t imagined her.
It was his first waking thought as Jennifer snuggled into the warmth
of his arms. Her soft even breathing let him know she still slept soundly, yet
she’d sought the comfort of his arms in her unconscious state. It was a very
good sign. He debated with himself for several minutes on his next course of
action. He’d kept her so busy the night before she would certainly wake up with
a ravenous hunger, but he couldn’t will his body to move from the spot. She
turned in his arms, mumbling something unintelligible before nuzzling his neck.
His body responded with a fierce need.
He smoothed hair away from her face. He still couldn’t believe his
own good fortune. After so many years he’d finally found her.
* * *
Jennifer bit back her laughter at the sight of Wik in her kitchen
putting the finishing touches on what looked to be a very impressive breakfast.
Eggs and bacon filled two plates along with several generous slices of cheese.
His back was to her as he dug in her fridge humming a tune she couldn’t quite
make out. It probably didn’t help that it sounded terribly off-key.
“If you hand me the apples and grapes in there I’ll whip us up a
quick fruit salad too.”
She hadn’t meant to startle him, but seemed to do exactly that
because his head bumped the inside of the fridge.
The laugh escaped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“You know you can’t sneak up on a man like that,” he warned with a
lopsided grin. His fingers nursed a spot on his head for several seconds before
he came to give her a proper good morning kiss.
“I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast.”
“It looks great. A little protein heavy but delicious all the same. I can
throw together a quick little fruit salad.” She pulled away from him reluctantly to
search inside the refrigerator.
“Hmm? I just went shopping. I should have some apples and other
things in here.” She moved items around but still came up empty-handed.
“That’s strange.”
“I think we have enough here to replenish our energy, for a little bit
anyway.”
Her missing fruit was forgotten. “Sounds like you have some ideas
for later this morning.”
“I was thinking more like the entire weekend.”
“Really?”
“Unless you have other plans.”
She didn’t have to think about it too hard. There was nothing
concrete; even if there were he was definitely enough temptation for her to
change her plans.
“Quite frankly I’m surprised you don’t live in your lab. From what I’ve
heard you’re a work-o-holic,” she said, helping him set up their meal at the
breakfast table.
“I’ve heard the same about you.”
“Looks like the world is going to have to do without our genius for
the weekend.” He smiled at her from across the short expanse of the table.
Beneath it their legs brushed and she rubbed her bare feet against his prickly
hairs.
“I have to say I’m impressed by your research.”
He raised a brow at her. “You follow my work?”
“I don’t know if follow would be the most accurate word but when a
person is working on using protein enzymes to stimulate plant growth one can’t
help but find it a bit intriguing. How far have you gotten in your research, if you
don’t mind me asking?”
“I’m very near completion.”
“Wow, I guess compared to what you’ve accomplished my work
seems a bit rudimentary.”
“Not at all. Our focus is very similar. I’d love for you to see what I’ve
done.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“If you’re interested.”
“Quite.”
“I must say I didn’t exactly picture us having this discussion today.”
“No? How did you see things going?”
“Well, I thought I’d spend the entire breakfast entertaining you with
my oh-so-charming self. Then, after you were completely enamored, I’d seduce
you again.”
“Hmm, sounds very interesting. Although, I think we can skip the
charming conversation.” She loosened her robe, letting it drop from her
shoulders. His swift intake of air sent a tingle down her spine. Here was a man
who could definitely appreciate her many attributes.
With grace not normal for a man his size, he rose from his chair,
letting the towel at his waist fall. As she stared at his naked form, she had to
admit that she appreciated his many attributes as well.
* * *
As weekends went Jennifer would have to say hers was
spectacular. Who’d have thunk she’d spend it being completely and utterly
satisfied by such a thoroughly enthusiastic, sexy lover? It was all very euphoric,
so much so she hated to see him fold into the taxi that would take him to the
airport Sunday evening. She felt giddy going into work on Monday even as she
thought about the slew of questions she knew Diane would direct at her. She
wasn’t sure how she’d answer. Hell, her expression alone would be answer
enough. She couldn’t stop the ridiculous grin that seemed permanently etched
on her face from the moment she woke. She certainly felt pleased with herself
and Diane was bright enough to put two and two together.
* * *
The initial shock wore off relatively fast. Although, as Jennifer stood
in what should be familiar surroundings, she couldn’t help but feel as if she’d
been completely blindsided. There, amidst her now transformed lab, stood Wik.
He looked completely engrossed in something she couldn’t see. She opened
her mouth to speak, but closed it just as quickly as she realized he was in the
middle of a poor rendition of a familiar ABC tune. “Never had the feeling, until I
first met you…”
Delight bubbled inside her at the knowledge she was probably the
inspiration for the song. As much as she hated to end his off-key singing, one
thought was pressing on her mind. “Wik, what are you doing here?”
He rounded on her, looking spectacular even with protective
goggles dominating his face. He gave her a lopsided grin that reminded her of
why she hadn’t wanted their weekend to end. “Not exactly the reaction I was
hoping for.”
“Sorry. When you left last night I thought… well, I just figured you’d
be in Eureka by now.”
“Not too disappointed I hope.” His eyes searched her own.
“No, of course not, but what are you doing here exactly?”
“Working, or at least I was about to.”
Her brows furrowed in confusion.
“But since you’re here earlier than I expected, I think I can take a
quick break.” He rounded the workstation with ease, taking deliberate strides
toward her.
Jennifer took several backward steps before he could reach for her
and make her forget the matter at hand. He stopped in his tracks, eyeballing
her peculiarly.
“I can see what you’re doing but I guess the more accurate question
is why? Diane will be here shortly and we have several tests to run through
today.”
“Cancelled. Or rather they’re postponed until further notice. I’ve
taken the liberty of having Diane reassigned while we work on a different
project.”
She couldn’t have heard correctly. “What? You’re kidding right?”
“Why would I joke about something like that?”
Her eyes narrowed at the question. “I don’t know, maybe because
you failed to mention any of this the entire weekend we spent together.”
“I didn’t want to detract from us.”
More like he didn’t want to be kicked out on his delectable ass.
“Well, thanks, but no thanks. I have plenty of projects of my own I need to
shore up before tackling anything new.” With each word, she could feel the
check she had on her temper slipping.
“Of course, and we’ll resume them once we’ve finished with this
one.”
“What do you mean ‘we’ll’? Diane is my assistant.”
“Not anymore. From now on you and I will work on any future
projects.”
Her jaw dropped at the matter-of-fact statement. “You can’t be
serious.”
He sighed lightly. “So we’re back to this again. I’d have thought after
this weekend you could tell when I’m being sincere.” He took another step
forward only to stop again as she retreated even further.
“I can’t believe you’d have the audacity to commandeer my lab like
this and expect me to be fine with everything. You might be the big bad Wik
Redwood to everyone else but it doesn’t give you the right to use your authority
this way.”
“You’re not looking at the greater picture here. You said it yourself
you’d be interested in being involved in some of the research I’m doing.”
“I think the more accurate phrasing was I’d be interested in seeing
what you’re doing with the enzyme project,” came her incredulous response. “I
didn’t expect you to come here and hijack my lab.”
“Would you rather we work in my labs in Eureka?”
“No. You’re missing the point. Yes, I find your research fascinating,
and yes, I’d love to have a chance to see what you’ve done, but I don’t -- didn’t
-- expect for you to usurp my work here.”
“I see.”
“Good. Then you’ll have everything put back in place, including
Diane.” She looked around the barely recognizable laboratory, wondering how
he’d managed to get a crew to transform it so quickly. Gone were any traces of
her work. How her befuddled brain had missed the complete changes upon
entering were beyond her. Now that she was no longer under Wik’s sensual
influence she saw more clearly.
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Jennifer. I’m sorry if I misunderstood the level of
your interest in the research but I can’t risk having things moved again so soon.
Who knows what kind of effect it will have. As it is I took a great risk bringing
the samples here.”
“Fine. I’ll just go to wherever you’ve moved my experiments and
work there.”
He shook his head this time in a slow, deliberately negative
response. “I’m afraid I need your assistance. My own lab partner was given a
much needed vacation and has decided to take a second honeymoon with his
spouse.”
“Well, we have plenty of talented lab assistants here. Surely you
could use one of them.”
“I want you.”
For a brief moment she got the impression he wasn’t just talking
about for his research.
“You’re the best and I won’t accept anything less.”
“Even if that means recruiting a reluctant worker?”
He shrugged.
Her first instinct was to tell him where he could put his job, but she
thought better of it. No matter how much she hated his methods of gaining her
help, it wasn’t anything to jeopardize her job over. He’d told her the project was
very near the end of its lifecycle. After which she would go back to running her
own lab and chalking Wik up to a lesson learned, or she just might have to
consider other employment options.
“So, do we have a deal?”
“Do I have a choice?” She didn’t wait for an answer, needing to be
anywhere but in the room with him. The double doors fluttered in her wake as
she stormed from the room.
* * *
It wasn’t the reaction he’d hoped for and he could very well kick
himself in the ass as he watched Jennifer storm out of the laboratory. He
wanted to go after her, but thought it best to give her space to cool her heels.
Not the way to follow up on a terrific weekend. Maybe his actions had been a
bit impulsive but he needed a way to extend their affair beyond a weekend
fling. He’d thought by working together in such close proximity their natural
chemistry would override any resistance and make her see she couldn’t live
without him, the same way he couldn’t without her. Was it a stretch? Maybe.
But it was the only working plan he could come up with on such short notice.
He’d been so torn when leaving her on Sunday; his plan was the only thing to
sustain him until the next time they’d see each other. At the moment, nothing
he said would be well received. He’d just have to remind her what had sparked
their beautiful weekend.
Chapter Five
Three days of working with Wik was definitely taking its toll on her.
Jennifer felt on constant edge and he didn’t make things any easier on her.
She’d bumped into him over a dozen times because he seemed to be
everywhere. Things were only exacerbated by his errant touches as he
reached for one thing or another. The urge to return his affectionate caresses
was hard to resist. Proudly, she managed to stay the course and remain strong
but wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep it up.
When she arrived Wednesday morning Wik wasn’t in the lab, and
Jennifer breathed a deep sigh of relief until she noticed the access door
leading to the greenhouse ajar. She’d arrived early that morning in the hopes of
giving herself a reprieve from him. She found herself wondering how long he’d
been there since he hadn’t bothered to pull out any samples. Actually, the
entire lab looked the same way it had when she’d left the prior evening.
Curiosity piqued, she made her way through the private access.
She saw him only seconds before he registered her presence. “I
didn’t think you’d made it in yet since…” Her words trailed off and her eyes
rounded in horror as she watched what looked like roots detach themselves
from the sample soil bed they’d created for the protein enzyme. The spindly
vines retreated up his pant leg, leaving perfectly formed bare feet peeking from
beneath his trousers.
She wanted to believe her eyes were playing tricks on her, to think
what she’d just seen was caused somehow by the new lighting in the
greenhouse. The look on Wik’s face was enough evidence for her. She took a
retreating step backward, her body responding on pure instinct.
“Jennifer.” Her name sounded like a plea and a question but she
didn’t want to stay and analyze it too much. The next sequence of events
happened so quickly she wasn’t sure which occurred first. He reached for her,
yet hadn’t moved from his spot. She realized too late why. Her eyes rounded
even more as his arm stretched unnaturally toward her, its form shifting to what
could only be described as a vine. Its thick length wrapped around her waist
and tugged until she stumbled forward. Just as quickly his second arm
stretched out to effectively slam the door shut behind her.
She could have fought but saw the futility in doing so. She was
trapped.
“Don’t be afraid, Jennifer.”
Easier said than done. Already her heart worked overtime and her
mind tried desperately to process what was happening. She felt like she’d been
dropped smack dab into a scene from a science fiction movie complete with a
whacked out scientist. Had he experimented with himself? Of course, it was the
only answer.
“What exactly does the enzyme do, Wik?”
He paused as if mulling over her words. “You think I altered myself
somehow?”
She glanced down at the vine wrapped around her waist. “Didn’t
you?”
His laugh was unexpected and a bit disturbing considering the
circumstances.
“No, this is what I am. My people are from a planet called Botanea.”
Okay, maybe she preferred the laughing over what he’d just said.
“You’re saying you’re an alien?”
“By your standards, yes.”
“Somehow I liked it better when I thought you were playing Dr.
Jekyll.”
He smiled at her offhand remark. “I wanted to tell you about this in
my own way.”
“I’m supposed to believe you were going to tell me willingly what
you are?” She made a disbelieving snort.
“Of course.” The sincere look was back.
Her mind reeled as it struggled to grasp everything happening.
Science and logic told her men didn’t transform to trees or vice versa. No, there
had to be something else to explain what she’d seen. Something to explain
away the thing around her waist and its counterpart that was now shifted back
into a recognizable arm and resting at Wik’s side. Now wasn’t the time to
analyze the hows and whys of Wik. The first thing she needed to do was put as
many miles as possible between them.
“Okay, say I believe you. Now I know. Am I free to go?”
“Is that what you want?”
Absolutely. “What else am I supposed to do?”
The expression on his face reminded her of a little boy who’d just
found out Santa wasn’t real. The vine unwound itself from her waist, retracting
completely before transforming back to the sensual hand that had brought her
body to shuddering orgasms.
She knew she should have taken advantage of the opportunity to
run in the opposite direction and out of IBBW for good, but she couldn’t leave
him like that. It was foolish for her to even consider staying. What if this was all
some carefully calculated ruse? Well, if he’d picked her to help carry out some
sort of alien invasion, he’d chosen a bit unwisely.
“You said your planet is named Botanea?”
“Was. It died off several lifetimes ago.”
“And those guys you were with, are they Botans as well?”
He nodded.
If it was an invasion they sure as hell picked the cream of the crop
to conduct it. No, there had to be another explanation. So many questions and
only one person who could provide her with any answers. Did she dare stick
around? Her survival instincts warred with her curiosity. How she hated people
in movies who lacked the wisdom to know when to run, and yet she stood
rooted in place, needing to know more.
“I’m not sure how to ask this without sounding rude, but what kind of
plant DNA do you have?”
“It resembles that of humans and many trees native to this planet,
specifically redwoods in our case. Hence the surname, not very creative we
know.”
“So all of you guys are named Redwood?”
He still hadn’t moved, just stood watching her, waiting. “Most of us
are legally, but some have adopted a little more variety.”
“And when you say redwood DNA you mean like the giant trees?”
He cracked a smile. Muscles flexed beneath his lab coat as he
crossed arms over his chest. “You know another kind of redwood?”
“Hey, excuse me for being new to this whole man shifting into tree
concept.” She tried envisioning the transformation but found doing so
impossible. Granted, he was a large man, but even young redwoods grew to
spectacular heights. “Exactly how big can you get?”
“As tall as any redwood.”
“You’re kidding. They get up to a hundred and fifteen meters tall.”
He nodded.
“That’s wild.”
“Yet amazingly enough you’re still here.”
“I guess I am.” Was there a pollen or maybe some type of spore
affecting her ability to think rationally? She couldn’t say she felt any different
from before. Other than the shock of finding out what Wik truly was, of course.
“What exactly were you doing when I came in?”
“Testing the enzyme.”
“Are you kidding?” She couldn’t keep the incredulousness from her
voice. In seconds she was at his side. “I can’t believe you’d do something so
foolish.”
She moved instinctively, giving him a quick once over. He looked to
be fine but what did she really know about… Botans?
“Are there any side effects? Maybe you shouldn’t be standing. How
do you feel?”
“I’m fine. The enzyme is harmless.”
“How do you know that? My God, I can’t believe you’d use yourself
as a guinea pig.”
“Is that concern I hear in your voice?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”
“Just a minute ago you looked like you were ready to bolt.”
“That was before I realized you were trying to kill yourself.”
“A bit dramatic, but I like your concern.” He raised a hand to her
cheek, caressing her flesh tentatively. “Does that mean you’re okay with
knowing what I am?”
“I’m not sure I’d use as strong of a word as okay, but you don’t
seem dangerous. Are you?”
“Never where you’re concerned. I was telling the truth when I said
I’d never put you at risk. I’ve been looking for you since I could first shift into
human form.”
She tried to imagine him transforming. “First shift, how long ago was
that? Does it hurt, the shifting I mean?”
“Why don’t we start slow and build our way up to specific questions
about Botans?” he suggested.
Maybe she was jumping ahead of herself. “Why me?”
“Botans are like humans in that regard. We want companionship, a
mate of our own to settle down with.”
“And you think that’s me?”
“I know it is.”
“The whole virgin thing you told me about before.”
“True.”
She said the first intelligible thing that came to mind. “Wow!”
A smile broke across Wik’s face. “Is that a good sign or bad one?”
“Good, I think.”
He tilted her chin upward. “So if I kissed you now would you be fine
with it?”
“I don’t know.”
He stiffened but didn’t move away, as if waiting for her next words.
“I’m still upset with you for turning my lab upside down.”
“Tell me how I’m ever going to live this down?”
“I’m sure I can think of some ways.”
“Oh?” He traced her chin with his thumb.
“Yup, for starters I have a good two weeks’ vacation coming to me
and I don’t want any guff from management when I take my time.”
“Done.”
“I’d like to see a full length mirror added to the women’s restrooms.”
“Done.”
“I’d like to be exempt from this year’s blood drive. As much as I like
to do my part I have a serious aversion to needles.”
“Done.”
“Are you just going to agree with everything I say?”
“Will it get me out of the dog house?”
“Just might.”
“Then continue away with your requests.”
“I have a better idea.”
“I’m all ears.”
She feigned a look of exaggerated horror. “I surely hope not.”
“So tell me your idea.”
“I was just wondering if I could get a demonstration of what you
could do with those wonderful vines.”
“Are you serious?”
She wet her lips and nodded.
“And you promise not to panic.”
“Scout’s honor.”
“First things first. This is long overdue.” His head dipped down,
allowing his lips to capture hers in a kiss that made her wonder why she’d
denied herself for the past few days.
“Hmm, I have to say I missed your lips,” she whispered as he pulled
back.
“Is that all?”
“It’s the only thing that comes to mind.”
“Why don’t I help you jog your memory?”
As he spoke she saw several vines sneak from beneath his shirt to
float several inches above his head. She watched in amazement as the vines
swayed behind his head.
“Still okay?”
She swallowed hard but managed a nod.
He moved slowly, taking his time to undo the buttons on her blouse.
She knew he watched for any negative reaction on her part. Bit by bit each
piece of her clothing was peeled away and left to pool at her feet. She didn’t
feel self-conscious as she stood in front of him naked, instead she responded
by giving him the same slow undress. Remarkably, he didn’t look much
different than he had before, with the exception of several pronounced veins
that ran across his muscular chest and stretched to disappear behind his back.
He paused, and she saw the silent question in his eyes.
She cocked her head to one side, backing away slowly until she
bumped the empty metal table they used for experiments. It took minimal effort
to hop onto the table. She promptly reclined without breaking eye contact.
Wik stood as if transfixed, but she noticed several more vines joined
the others above his head. They drew her attention for a few seconds, but what
fascinated her more was the sight of his growing erection. She realized now
why he’d felt so large inside her, why she’d seemed to feel every vein in his
cock -- because she had. There was no denying the presence of the prominent
protrusions with him at full mast. Somehow she’d known he’d been holding
back before, but now wanted her to see him completely as he’d been buried
inside her.
She wet her lips.
“Don’t do that or I swear I’m going to come right here.”
“Now why would you go and do something like that?”
“Indeed.”
Two vines broke from the bunch, stretching across the gap that
separated them, each taking a hold of one ankle to spread her wide. It was
amazing how gentle and smooth the texture felt against her skin. Three more
pressed forward, heading in a direction that left little question as to their
intended target. All three dove between her legs, caressing her inner thighs
softly. They stroked the folds leading to her dew soaked pussy. Jennifer arched
for more. She watched and felt her lips being spread by two of the
appendages, and just as her little clit was laid bare the third vine dipped in to
stroke her button. They were firm, deft movements which caused her to throw
her head back in pleasure.
“You’re beautiful, Jennifer. My beautiful mate.”
Jennifer barely heard him move forward. She was having a difficult
time concentrating on anything but the exquisite torture happening between her
legs. She couldn’t stop her body from twitching in pleasure but made her best
effort to focus. She looked up to find Wik standing next to her. He watched her
with hooded eyes as if he could feel the pleasure tingling through her. She
knew one sure way to make sure he felt what she did.
She allowed herself to lay back on the surface, turning her head just
so for the perfect position. With one hand she reached for his protruding cock,
pulling him ever closer until she could open her mouth to capture its tip. They
moaned in unison as the tentacle playing with her clit became more
aggressive, gliding down her slick folds until it could make its way into her
sheath. Her tongue pushed against the tip of him, searching out the veins that
were prevalent even there. She pushed forward with her mouth, taking as
much as she could. She sucked him in and out of her mouth with the same
vigor his appendages pushed in and out of her slick channel. Wanting to taste
more of him, she pulled back with a resounding pop before laving his shaft with
her tongue.
“Enough,” he growled, tangling his fingers in her hair to stop her
from swallowing him again.
She quirked a brow. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
“I won’t even dignify the question.” One more tentacle shot forward,
effectively halting her wandering hand, which was ready to take up where her
mouth left off. She giggled when her other wrist was joined in bondage and
placed above her head. The vine retreated from her hot channel as its partners
wound around her thighs and pulled her down to the edge of the table, holding
her legs up and apart.
“Now what?” she taunted. They were her last audible words for the
moment.
Wik entered her in one swift, hard thrust. She cried out in ecstasy.
She tugged at her restraints, wanting to squeeze his hard ass as he pounded
into her. He impaled her with his huge cock over and over until her head
thrashed back and forth. The veins in his chest became more pronounced,
while others snaked through his body with each thrust. More vines entwined
her waist, lifting her completely off the metal slab. His hands gripped her waist
but it was the vines that fucked her up and down the length of his massive
shaft. Her gaze clashed with his in silent communication. Her body tingled,
coiled tightly, before shattering in a violent climax that had her convulsing
around him. His own orgasm followed while her mind was still clouded by the
delirious haze of her climax. Wik staggered as his body was gripped by the
orgasm that had him roaring his release as he pumped her full of his seed.
* * *
“Do you think people are wondering why we haven’t shown
ourselves today?” Jennifer asked as she made her third attempt to fasten her
shirt in place.
“Maybe.” From the distracted look on his face she was certain the
last thing on his mind were his employees’ thoughts.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She backed away, keeping a watchful eye for
the sudden appearance of vines. “I’m going to chalk this work day up to a
bust.”
“But not disappointing?”
She could barely walk straight; their morning had hardly been a
disappointment.
“No, but I hope you understand when I say I need to get home if
only to regroup.”
“And run?”
She shook her head. “You’re more than welcome to come with, if
you’d like.”
“You know I’d like nothing better, but if I go with you now I’m going
to want more from you and I’m not just talking about sex.”
Jennifer pretended to think it over. She couldn’t imagine what life
would be like with Wik; she just knew it would be an extraordinary journey.
“I think I’m ready if you are.”
Epilogue
“I can’t believe you’re willing to give this all up to live in Santa Cruz,”
Jennifer said to Wik as she looked around the large table at the gathering of
people.
“For you I’d do anything.”
There was no doubt in her mind he would. He’d more than proven
himself over the last week.
She eyed the spread of beef, cheese, various assortments of
seafood, and the like. “I see we’re in for another protein-packed meal.”
Before Wik could respond, a woman seated to her right spoke. If
memory served her correctly the mocha-skinned woman’s name was Briana. It
would definitely be a challenge keeping all the names straight.
“This is traditional fare for our guys, I’m afraid. You’ll get used to it
or get tired of seeing your backyard turned into a graveyard for slain fruits and
veggies.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. It took me several rounds at the grocery store and a few
stumbles in the backyard over the little mounds to realize what was happening.
Granted, this was before he revealed his true self. I guess it all makes sense
when you think about it. It’s a bit like some form of cannibalism to them.”
She agreed and it certainly explained a lot. “Thanks for the FYI.”
“No problem. You’ll find there are many surprises in store for you.”
Jennifer didn’t doubt it, but at that moment something very real was
snaking around her leg and up her skirt, causing her attention to be diverted
from the conversation at hand.
“That had better be you,” she mumbled for his ears only as her
panties were pushed to one side. She felt another vine wrap around her
opposite leg, making its way up her thigh to push them wider.
“Now and forever.”
Around them the others seemed oblivious to what transpired
beneath the table. The vine teased her labia folds, tracing the lips until she was
ready to beg for more. Her pussy wept in anticipation of what was to come.
She watched as Wik calmly cut and forked a piece of steak into his
mouth only seconds before she felt a gentle probe between her nether lips.
Jennifer couldn’t stop the gasp as he found her sensitive clit. The vine rolled
around her flesh, dipped to coat itself in her juices before continuing the
sensual assault. A second tentacle joined in on the action and it took every
effort for her not to slouch in the chair and let her eyes roll up in the back of her
head. For good measure she plopped a plump shrimp into her mouth, moaning
around the mouthful.
“She really loves shrimp,” Wik explained as she was fixed with
questioning stares.
Jennifer managed to nod her head in agreement although it took
great effort with the rapid stimulation to her little button. Her pulse drummed
loudly in her ears, effectively blocking out the sound of the dinner party.
A third, much larger, tentacle seemed to come from nowhere. It
pressed forward with clear intent. Damn if he wasn’t taking his slow time. She
wanted to shout for him to fill her but doubted the others would appreciate the
outburst. Her legs were pushed apart wider still as he breached the entrance of
her pussy. She resisted the urge to writhe in her seat while he pushed deep
inside of her. As if that weren’t enough, the tentacles antagonizing her clit
picked up their devilish rhythm, pushing and stroking her until she gnashed her
teeth. The vine laying siege to her hot cunt started a gentle vibration that
gained a steady speed even as it glided in and out of her.
She was so close. Her body pleaded for the release of an orgasm.
Just as she was at her closest, about ready to fall over the point of no return,
all movement ceased. She swallowed the bite in her mouth, shooting Wik an
evil glare. To his credit, he had the foresight to ignore her look altogether.
“Wik?” She had to repeat his name twice, partially because the first
time it came out as a croak although she was certain he heard her.
“I’m sorry, am I being a bit neglectful in my attention?”
Her eyes narrowed in warning.
“Hmm, you’ve barely touched your food.” He cut a piece of steak on
his plate and offered it to her only to receive her stiff lipped response.
He lowered his voice. “We don’t want our host to think you don’t like
the food.” She was prepared to give him the same non-cooperative response
when she felt a distinctive thump inside her vaginal walls that made her lips
part in a visible gasp. It gave him just enough room to sneak the small,
succulent cut of meat between her lips.
“Now, isn’t that good?” The tentacle withdrew only to plunge in
deeper, retreat and impale her again. The vibration began again as he dove in
and out of her sopping pussy in a steady rhythm.
Sweet lord, but it was maddening. Pleasure knotted within her belly
and the familiar tension formed quickly. She couldn’t hold back, wouldn’t have
tried if her life depended on it. A near numbing orgasm tore through her and
the only thing she could do in response was swallow the meat he’d fed her.
“You okay, love?” Wik whispered close to her ear after a pregnant
pause.
“I could have choked, you know,” she replied in equally hushed
tones, her heart still pounding out of control.
“You looked a bit nervous. I thought this would relax you.”
“Whatever, tree boy, but if you try something like that again you’ll be
taking root in the backyard for the next two weeks.”
“ ’Nough said.”
The vines retracted.
So this was one of the many surprises awaiting her. If that were the
case she’d definitely have to go shopping for more skirts and dresses.
“I can make this up to you with an after dinner walk. We have
beautiful land here.”
“Why do I get the impression walking won’t be the only thing on your
mind?”
He gave her a look that she knew meant there were definitely more
orgasms in store for her outside.