Heart of Stone
stroked
her and his cock at the same time.
    Rose needed no more urging. She began
to press and rock herself down onto his shaft, while he watched
every movement. She moaned at the magical sensation of being
stretched to the limit, every nerve ending pressed
tight.
    He filled his hands with her breasts
and played with her nipples as she rode him. She threw her head
back, not caring that she was whimpering like a wild cat. She loved
his eyes and his hands on her. "Watch me," she pleaded and then
blushed at her temerity.
    "Oh, I won't take my eyes off of you."
He surged under her. "Fuck, lass—so pretty. You'll drive me mad,
siren."
    Pleasure built and built around his
perfect shaft until it imploded deep inside her, and Rose came,
shuddering around him, melting into him. He was with her, his seed
flooding her in a wash of warmth and wetness, his head bowed in
orgasm.
    Rose sank against his broad chest, her
head falling onto one shoulder, cheek pillowed on sleek muscle. She
still pulsed with delicious aftershocks. She was so relaxed she
couldn't hold herself upright.
    "Conking out on me, are you?" His hand
smoothed down her back in a slow caress. "Lord, fucking's as good
as a sleeper for you."
    She let him lift her off of him and
deposit her in the bed. "Stay with me," she invited
sleepily.
    "No, lass." He reached to flip the
comforter over her, like pastry around filling. "If I do, I'll have
you again, and you won't be able to walk by the time we reach
Adamant."
     
    # # #
     
     
    Stone pulled on his sweater and vest,
buckling it and checking the weapons in his belt. Finding her laser
gun there as well, he pulled it out and laid it on the pile of her
clothing. He guessed she wouldn't be trying to shoot him anytime
soon, and on Frontiera, an armed human was a safe human. She might
find his company logo amusing—he hadn't missed the twinkle in those
green eyes—but he'd won all that was his with weapon in hand, and
so the Masterson Enterprises logo reminded all who saw
it.
    There was rudimentary law here, but it
was centered in Frontiera City, far flung and overstretched. The
planet was not far off of the major shipping lanes, which meant
riffraff from the whole galaxy routinely drifted in here. And since
they no doubt knew they were close now to being cast out for good,
they'd be circling like starving catamounts, looking for an opening
to spring and wrest the advantage from his grasp.
    New Haven was tamer, but Adamant was a
rough frontier settlement—hell, this whole region was. The
civilized coast was on the other end of the continent.
    "Boss, sorry to interrupt, but we're
getting close." Jark was obviously trying to be quiet, which meant
his voice was a rumble in Stone's ear instead of a roar.
    "On my way." Stone looked down at the
woman sleeping in his bed, her lashes dark crescents on her flushed
cheeks, her mouth swollen with his kisses. He smiled wryly to
himself—he had the absurd urge to throw back his head and roar with
sheer, male triumph. He felt so damn good, relaxed and yet
rejuvenated, ready to take on the world.
    He drew one finger down the petal
softness of her cheek, but she didn't stir. Good, she would sleep
through their first stop and not even know about it, safe from any
altercation.
    She was such a contradiction: naivety
and determination, sweetness and spirit. The kind of woman to
settle down with, even he could see that. And some lucky bastard
would snap her up before too long.
    What kind of man would she end up with?
Not an ex-pirate like him, that was certain. Too bad he hadn't met
her long ago, before he determined he was better off alone. He
snorted at his own sentimentality. There was no 'before' for him.
He'd been born into one of the seven hells and fought his way out.
But he'd never be completely free of his past, and she deserved a
man without one.
    As he slid into his seat in the
cockpit, Stone saw they were approaching the long valley that
housed Adamant. But Jark had already begun to

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