Page 12 of Mate for the Space Cowboy

About halfway through our week alone, I study him for a moment. “How often will you be traveling?”

I already know from Jane and Nadine that the men who are part of the royal family’s security contingent will travel whenever the prince needs them around the planet. I also know Hunter’s job is a little different because he’s a spy.

He holds my gaze, rotating his hand back and forth as he replies, “It depends on what’s happening. After this time with you, I will need to go to the other side of the planet to scout out the town where those are protesting the line of succession.” He rolls his eyes.

“I heard about that, that they kidnapped Jane. I don’t understand. Everything here is so nice.”

Hunter nods. “It is. But history everywhere tells us there are always people who want power for power's sake. And they are those kinds of people. Over the centuries here on our planet, even though we’re a democracy, the royal family is a figurehead, but they get elected. There’s a line of succession. After we lost so many women, Asher traveled to Earth to find a bride. He had not experienced the infinity pulse with anyone. He needed to see if that was a possibility. We also need women.”

His eyes darken as he holds my gaze, and my body reacts instantly. I feel almost as if I’m primed for him and him alone. “I’m not glad that your planet lost so many women, but I’m glad you came to Earth and that I’m here now. With you.”

His eyes flicker with fire as he steps close to kiss me. After a moment, he lifts his head. I can’t help but ask, “Do we need to worry about what’s happening in the other town?”

He shrugs. “Yes and no. Every few years, they raise more of a ruckus. The funny thing is they claim they don’t believe in the royal family, yet what they want is tobethe royal family.” He shakes his head slightly. “There are currently trials ongoing for those involved in the princess's kidnapping. That’s keeping people stirred up in that town.”

“I’ve heard rumors that those men are trying to do what they did on Earth, to take away rights from women and take things away from people, keeping resources only for those in power. That makes me nervous,” I say.

Hunter nods and reaches for my hand. “That is accurate, but you don’t need to worry. It’s one town and one small group of people. Our planet is one of the most abundant in the galaxy. No one wants to lose what we have. We take care of each other and everyone here,” he assures me.

“Okay,” I say.

As we stand there, I’m once again ensnared in his golden gaze. My pulse races as liquid need spins through my veins. He drops my hand and slides his palm around my waist, down over my bottom, and pulls me flush against him. I feel the hard, hot length of him against my belly.

“I want you. Now,” he rasps.

My breath is shallow, and my lips part as he palms my cheek with his other hand, sliding his thumb across my bottom lip. A fiery second ticks by before he bends low and claims my mouth. We’re in the garden, out in the open.

Like always. I’m nearly desperate for him. I can’t get enough. I drag my hand over his length between us. I know what I want. When we break apart, I take a step back to the bench behind me. “Stay right there.”

The boldness I experience with Hunter is something I never would’ve imagined before. On Earth, all I wanted was to hide. I didn’t want any man to notice me. I couldn’t have imaginedcommanding a man when I wanted something. With Hunter, I feel open and safe.

I swiftly undo his breeches, leaning forward to slide my tongue across the tip of his length, where it glistens with his arousal. I love the salty tang of it. I push his pants down around his hips before I drag my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, angling my head to the side and watching his gaze darken. His fingers tighten in my hair when I suck him into my mouth. He’s shown me what he likes, which empowers me. He loves it when I curl my palm around his length and slide it up and down, drawing his seed from him. I tease him again and again as I suck him in.

“Melody,” he growls. I draw back, releasing him with a pop as I look up at him. “I need to be inside you.”

“Now?” I bite my lip as I stare up at him, wanting to drive him just a little bit closer to the edge as I lean down and swipe up another drop of cum with my tongue.

“Yes, now,” he rasps.

I don’t hesitate to stand from the bench and turn around. I’m wearing a dress, as I do almost every day. Beyond the comfort, they make it easy to find pleasure with him.

I kneel on the bench as he slides my dress up over my bottom. His fingers tease between my thighs, and I cry out, pushing back. “Hurry,” I plead.

Seconds later, I feel the thick press of him at my entrance, and he fills me in a swift thrust. I cry out at the delicious stretch. I’m impatient, chasing my release already. I love that he never makes me wait for it. Sometimes he draws it out a little bit. He’s shown me how, if I wait, my release can be more powerful. But sometimes, like now, I know I need it right away. I need the fast, fiery release.

As he fills me in slow, deep pumps, he reaches around, teasing over my swollen button of need. It’s slippery and hard.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he gives me just the right amount of pressure, and my climax ricochets through my body as his name follows in a shuddering breath.

Chapter Ten

HUNTER

I look down at Melody’s bottom. Her skin flushes rosy pink as I slide in and out of her dripping wet pussy. I’m barely clinging to my control. When she comes, the core of her rippling around my length, I listen to the sound of my name in her throaty voice. I draw back once more, sinking in as my release slams through me in a hot sizzle of lightning.

Until her, until Melody, until experiencing the pulse with her, I wouldn’t have imagined how much it would matter to me to mark her with my seed, to fill her, to impatiently wait to know that she’s carrying our baby. I curl around her as I catch my breath.

A moment later, I reluctantly withdraw from her, looking down to see the sticky evidence of our intimacy on her thighs. The flame of need starts burning again.

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