Page 73 of Protected By the Convicts
Chapter Seventeen
REN
Ren sat on the bench, elbows on the table, sipping his cup of tea as he watched Hannah and Sersie laughing it up at the breakfast table.
She’d been home only a half a day and no one had talked about the proverbial kuvak in the room, the problem that couldn’t be ignored, except that’s what everyone was doing. They’d gone their separate ways last night after seeing how intensely Vaughn had been staring at Hannah. The doctor had been restless, testy, even jumpy of late, ready to fall apart. Not Sersie-fall-apart, like when he became overstressed and craved a hit of Flight. More like Vaughn was ready to propel himself off that cliff of no-return, a fuckingrealcliff.
Losing Hannah, or rather thinking they’d lost her, had affected all of them in different ways. Vaughn had been wound tighter than him or Sersie, except he didn’t have an outlet. Ren could pound away at metals in his workshop, and Sersie could take his guard entourage and rock climb, scouring the mountain for new specimens. Vaughn had patients, men he couldn’t pound, yell at, or otherwise take out his anger.
Maybe Ky’Li and Vaughn were waiting for a time when Sersie was at work, so the botanist wouldn’t be part of the discussion. Vaughn thought Sersie wasn’t strong enough to deal with another stressful event, especially with those nanites screwing with his biochemistry. It could take weeks for the nanites to die off, but this wasn’t a problem that could wait for weeks.
“Why so serious, Ren?” Hannah asked.
“Nothing, Princess. Thinking about work.”
“That’s not your work face,” she said, rising from the table as Sersie cleared their dirty dishes.
“I have a work face?” He thought about it for a moment. No, nothing came to mind. “Describe it.”
“It’s ah. . . Maybe work face isn’t the right term. I’ve never actually seen you working in your workshop, but it’s the expression you have when you return from your shop, usually right before we. . .”
The red that spread through her cheeks went right to Ren’s cock. Damn, but she affected him all-too-easily.
“There, that’s your work face,” she said, eyes lighting.
That was his I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-my-female face.
She brushed her lips against his. “You have the most delicious grin that causes the corners of your mouth to kick up, kind of wicked, like you’re planning to devour a cake all by yourself and then feign innocence.”
What he wanted to devour had nothing to do with cake. It had been maddening listening to her with Vaugh last night. The walls were too fucking thin. He’d laid awake, stroking himself to the thought of touching her. Three fucking long weeks without her. . .
Another brush of her mouth against his lips. If she kept that up, he might not make it to the bed with her.
Her hand slid under his shirt, over his abdominal muscles. He couldn’t hold back the groan.
Ren swung his legs over the bench to face outward. With the table behind him and out of the way, he pulled Hannah onto his lap straddling him. She wore one of Ky’Li’s shirts which came down to her thighs.
She bit plump lips as dark green eyes stared at him. One lick of her upper lip had his cock harder than a rock.
“Want to be inside you.” His hand wandered under her hem, along her smooth hip until he found the thin panties. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, into her folds. Wet. So fucking wet.
“Can’t,” she whispered in his ear as he stroked her. Short little pants bathed his ear as she finally forced out the words, “Vaughn’s still in my bed, sleeping.” She wasn’t rising from his lap, though, not with how she started rocking against his hand.
Her bed was occupied. Ky’Li was in the second bedroom, and the bunk beds. . .
Her hand went to the button at the top of his pants, popping it open.
Fuck the bunk beds. He wasn’t moving from this spot.
Firm fingers lowered his fly and stroked him. He shoved her panties to the side and slid his fingers through her folds. Wet and ready for him.
She stroked him fast, and he could see it in her face. She’d missed him as much as he’d missed her.
“Need to fuck you. Now.”
With one final hard tug that ripped a moan from him, she released his cock. As her hands met his shoulders, he thrust up into her.
“Oh, God,” she said, eyes going wide.
