Quicksilver Dreams(180)

                “I’m going to come so hard,” he ground out, slamming into me again and again.

                “Yes!” I cried, breathlessly, and then I felt myself go off with a heat explosion, breathless arch, scattered mind, as spasms of pleasure rolled over me.

                Dimly, I heard his harsh shout. We were engulfed in waves of turbulent release that left us shaking, our bodies quivery. It was a few minutes before I realized he had collapsed on the pillow next to me, though one of his legs was still between my thighs and one of his arms was curled around my midriff.

                “Lin’de,” he murmured roughly. “You’re going to kill me.”

                “Not if you kill me first.” My lips curled into a smile as I basked in the warm glow of our spent arousal.

                It was long moments later that I realized what I thought I’d picked up from being part of his inner world. It was the first time he’d ever pulled his wall down for me, and I thought I’d seen... Was Ryder in love with me? My throat burned as my mind was captured by the question.

                “Yes.” He turned his head to look at me, his green eyes clear and steadfast as he read my thoughts. “I am.”

                A thick ball of emotion choked my throat. I didn’t know what to say. How...?

                Using a gentle finger, he traced the moisture down my cheek, wiping the tears that had begun trickling after such a beautiful revelation, and smiled gently.

                “But how...when...” Full, coherent sentences seemed impossible, as tenderness and warmth made my thoughts fuzzy.

                “How could I not?” He kissed the tip of my nose. “You were so beautiful and thoughtful, and strong and kind...”

                The warm timbre of his voice poured over me like a gentle waterfall. Hurt places that I didn’t know about, deep places in my subconscious, were suddenly filled with healing warmth. “You got all that from...watching me? I mean, how did this all start?”

                “You want to know how I ended up on Earth? Investigating you?”

                “I just want to understand. I need the big picture.” I wanted to believe. This was all too good to be true, and life had already taught me not to trust things that felt good.

                He pulled me closer, onto my side, facing him, so one of his muscular thighs rested between mine, and my soft lower stomach cupped his still semihard shaft between us. Taking a deep breath, with his large hand languidly tracing shapes along my back and spine, as though he couldn’t stop touching me, he started. “It began with the investigation. Sy had been able to find Frank, using new technology he’d developed. We have communication devices. We refer to them as satellite links, or sat links for short. Anyway, for the last few years, Sy has tried to design programs that would recognize when one of the sat links was being activated on Earth, but with very little success.”

                “Why is that important?”

                “We need to monitor who’s coming, who’s going and their movements.”

                “Doesn’t that impinge on their rights or something?”

                “Coming through the mylunate transfer is not a right. Those who are allowed to come through know and agree to the monitoring, because they recognize the delicate nature of traveling between planets. We need to ensure that anyone who comes is going to acclimate and fit in immediately. And still, as much as we police the transfers, there are those who have managed to find ways and means of coming here through illegal channels.”