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  “I’m sorry,” she said as she set the cup down.

  He moved to wipe his forehead but she grabbed his hand midair. “I’ll do it.” She wiggled from beneath him and gently guided his head to the ground.

  He suspected she’d wipe it with her hand but she lowered her face and swiped it off with her tongue. That innocent, harmless maneuver shot heat straight to his balls and damn, he botched the urge to contain a groan.

  She sat up quickly. “What did I do?”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Did that feel good?”

  He swallowed. “Yes, everything you do feels good, Ivy.”

  She smiled a one-sided grin he’d never seen before. “It does?”

  Ah, the teasing fire in her eyes lit his internal torch. His blood burst in flames and his cock swelled to a painful degree.

  “So,” she said, relaxing onto her haunches and patting her lips with an index finger. “If I do this,” she continued as she slid her hand over his chest, “and this,” she added, pinching his nipple, “it feels good?”

  He clamped his teeth to refrain from saying a few derogatory words she’d never heard before that had everything to do with flipping her onto her back and pumping his hips until she lost her mind.

  “What about this?” she asked.

  His gaze followed her hand to the cup. The farther she stretched, the lower her breasts inched toward his stomach. Once she had the mug in her possession she pressed her nipples into his flesh as she slid backward and reclaimed an upright position. Despite being fully clothed, those suckable hard peaks grasped his attention. Literally. And his mouth suddenly felt deprived.

  The woman was looking for trouble and she’d find it if she poured the cup contents anywhere on his body. The manner in which she held it indicated that was exactly what she intended to do. He didn’t know whether to continue watching her chew seductively on her bottom lip or focus on the tilt of the mug hovering over his chest. He’d done some foolish things over time but he wasn’t an idiot and he lowered his gaze to her mouth.

  What he expected to be a few drops of liquid became a slow stream. It traveled from his breastbone past the channel between his ribs to his abdomen where it pooled around his navel. Oh yeah, trouble—big-time.

  She scrunched her neck into her shoulders and slapped her fingers over her mouth. “Oops. Sorry.”

  If she expected to get a rise out of him, she did. Not the verbal one she probably anticipated but a rise nonetheless. If she kept it up his loincloth just might blow apart at the seams.

  “I should probably take care of that, huh?” she asked, trying not to giggle, but the corners of her lips lifted.

  He knew her intentions way before she twisted her hair into one thick tail and draped it behind her shoulder. As she lowered her face to his chest he filled his lungs with a hearty amount of air.

  The sensation brought on by the initial lap of her warm tongue tracing his navel shot straight to his cock before it reached his brain and he practically heard the loincloth seams rip. As if her mouth gliding to his abdomen wasn’t causing a big enough stir in his pants, he expelled the air, propped himself on his elbows and watched the motion of her mouth. And he couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away even after she licked up every drop.

  She caught him off guard when she unlatched the loincloth. With a rough tug she yanked it over his hips and slid it down his legs and off his feet. She poured liquid on his cock and he damn near flew through the roof. Not because of the cool shock but because of her intentions.

  Lord have mercy.

  Bronto remained propped on his elbows. No way was he going to miss this show. She didn’t touch his cock or his balls with her fingers before she zeroed in on it and licked it from the base to the tip. He sucked in more air. And when she completely took the head into her mouth his ass jerked off the ground.

  “Jesus, Ivy,” he growled.

  He’d obviously inspired her to continue because she took as much as she could, sucking gently as it slid to her throat. The warmth and softness and moisture was nearly his undoing and he prayed she’d do something wrong to lower his level of excitement. Something had to or it was going to be a quick break and long afternoon. But it appeared everything she was doing, from sliding her fist up and down to running her tongue along the underside, she was doing right. The only thing capable of preventing him from coming and prolonging his stamina was if she’d stop.

  This could be a record breaker for him but not in a good way. The prickles in his balls reproduced faster than he could handle. They sizzled and throbbed, and holy shit… “Ivy!”

  She freed his cock. “What?” she asked, crawling up his body.

  “A man can only handle so much.”

  She sat on his erection and rubbed her ass forward and back.

  “Love, you’re taking the same road. Slow down.”

  “Shhh,” she said, laying two fingers over his mouth. Using her free hand, she came up on her knees and guided his cock into her pussy.

  She was so wet it slid in with ease. Just as easily his endurance slipped. He narrowed his lids and groaned. Damn, her insides were hot and plump and tight. He couldn’t withstand the constriction.

  As she started moving up and down he refrained from moving at all, otherwise the hours he spent wanting and waiting would end too soon. It was like prepping a festive dinner all day only to consume it in minutes. Done. Gone. Over with. He needed more time to savor the ache he’d endured, proving it wasn’t in vain.

  She laid her finger on his lips and rocked her hips. “Bronto?”

  “Mm-hmm?”

  “Move inside me.”

  He lifted her fingers and kissed her palm. “I can’t. Not yet.”

  “Why?”

  He gazed at her heavy-lidded eyes and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her head tilted slightly sideways and her hair draped over the front of the frock between her breasts. What a sensual beauty. Mine. He’d claimed her. Planted his seed in her womb. Hopefully soon she’d conceive his child. “When I start, it’s going to end quickly.”

  She retracted her hand and rested both palms on his chest to support her upper body. He inhaled sharply then latched on to her thighs and massaged the smooth skin. “Take what you need, Ivy.”

  As if on command, she increased the speed of the forward and back motions of her hips. “Oh gosh,” she said on the end of a sigh.

  Closing his eyes proved disastrous because it intensified the sensations of her trembling insides. He felt every contour of her sleek, moist vaginal walls squeezing his cock.

  He clenched his jaw and opened his lids for relief but discovered her in-depth concentration reaped the same effect. He was in the midst of a no-win battle. If he had half a brain he’d go with it then take care of her afterward.

  “Bronto, now. Please?” she whimpered, increasing her rhythm.

  He grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down. A little at a time he pumped inside her but she wasn’t having a little of anything. She rammed him deep. His breath caught at the start of his climax. He’d passed the point of no return and handed her full control. She was right there with him. Her insides jerked and spasmed. She tossed her head back, exposing her neck.

  “Bronto,” she wailed but he barely heard a sound through the pressure muffling his ears.

  His balls tightened and cock pulsed and during the plunge of a final thrust his seed burst forth, filling her insides.

  She rode him hard until every spasm in her vagina subsided then she reclined forward and laid her cheek on his chest. “Bronto?”

  “Yes?” he asked, stroking her hair softly.

  “Your heart is beating fast.”

  He smiled. “It’s beating for you, Ivy,” he said, tilting his chin and kissing the top of her head. “It’s beating for you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Bronto opened the flap and stepped outside. Someone punched him square in the face. His head nudged sideways and he took a step backward. The blow l
acked the strength to completely knock him off balance but he briefly saw stars. What the hell? The owner of that fist better have a good reason as to why it’d popped him a good one. He rubbed his cheek and straightened.

  Grunt stood hunched forward. He had one arm wrapped around his gut. The other he held midair, posed to strike again.

  Rocko obviously knocked the man’s brains out. “I’ll let you get away with that one but only because your face looks like raw meat,” Bronto said. “Get out of here while you can.”

  “You want me to fuck him up?” Zypher shouted as he emerged from the forest trees. “I haven’t had my turn. Just say the word.”

  “What’d he do to you?”

  “Nothing,” Zypher replied, halting beside Bronto and eyeing Grunt from head to toe. “But he’s been roughing up the ladies. I don’t think Jade’s the only woman he raped. I heard Ruby crying from her hut yesterday when Grunt was inside partaking of her good nature.”

  Roughing up two women in two days was too much. The man lacked sense. “Zypher, you need to keep a clean record,” Bronto said. “I, on the other hand,” he continued, pulling his fist back and uppercutting Grunt beneath the chin, “can do as I please.” Bronto shook the sting from his knuckles as Grunt flew backward and dropped to the dirt.

  “Nice,” Zypher said as he squatted on a knee beside Grunt’s unconscious body. “Want me to drag him out of here?”

  “Go ahead.” If Zypher wasn’t leaving for Earth soon Bronto would’ve stepped aside and let Zypher pulverize what was left of Grunt but he couldn’t chance Commander Sumner getting wind of it. Zypher didn’t need to face a court-martial upon his return. Grunt just wasn’t worth the trouble.

  Zypher was the battle hound of the unit, always eager for a fight. If Bronto didn’t know better he’d swear Zypher was at his happiest eight months ago when they’d fought off the chameleon species. This second invasion ought to keep him content for a while longer and relieve some of his frustrations. Sure, Zypher utilized Ruby’s services for that purpose and walked away smiling but he still looked on edge. Always wandering. Always searching.

  Zypher nudged his head toward the section of forest he’d been guarding prior to Grunt’s assault on Bronto. “There’s two dead aliens heaped in a pile in there. Did the chieftain give any instructions?”

  “Burn them. Completely,” Vulcan replied as he stepped from within the thirty-foot section between Bronto’s and Jade’s huts. “Don’t leave any evidence for the others to find. That order remains in effect for the duration of this mission.”

  “Got it, sir,” Zypher said. “I’ll toss them into the fire after I dispose of this bastard.”

  Vulcan knelt beside Grunt and checked for breathing. “What the hell happened to him now?”

  “Besides blindsiding Bronto when he walked from his hut,” Zypher replied, lifting Grunt and tossing him over his shoulder, “he played a little too rough with Ruby too.”

  Vulcan gave Zypher a boost by the arm as he struggled to stand with the extra weight. “Toss him in his hut to sleep it off,” Vulcan instructed. “Bronto and I will discard the aliens. We’ll meet you in the northern forest to take down more trees. We need to get moving on reinforcing these huts.”

  Yeah, the damn species were getting too gutsy. The pen had obviously started serving its purpose by drawing them in. Although Bronto liked to believe it was the only reason they emerged, the truth was they needed humans as much as the dinosaurs.

  He checked on Ivy to make sure she remained asleep before he accompanied Vulcan into the forest to claim the bodies. She lay just as he’d left her, curled on her side tucked under a hide, her hands folded beneath her cheek. Almost immediately after they made love she dozed off. There was an adventure he wouldn’t mind revisiting now. Making love to Ivy. Again. And again.

  Normally he wouldn’t smile at something as natural as a sleeping woman but she brought out the best in him. Even when he wasn’t smiling on the outside he was enlightened. What had happened to him? He hadn’t found a woman he’d be willing to give his career up for, yet he was ditching the career plus his life for Ivy. He’d have to remember to send a letter home to his sister and instruct her to clear his apartment of all possessions. Hopping from mission to mission, he rarely spent time there anyway. He wasted a lot of money on rent when all he needed was a storage shed.

  He closed the flap and headed to the forest. Two tribesmen, Horge and Muck, remained on guard near the edge of the adjacent meadow. Vulcan was already positioned on a knee beside the aliens’ bodies. They lay between two evergreens. Well, their bodies did. Their heads sat side by side on display on two tree stumps. Leave it to Zypher to decapitate them and set up an exhibit.

  Bronto shook his head. How were he and Vulcan supposed to transport them to the fire pit without drenching themselves in blood? Damn. It was splattered everywhere. He’d rather pick up and dispose of alien pieces than the bodies from fallen comrades any day. They’d previously lost two men from their unit during the prior invasion and there wasn’t anything easy about cremating them. If the shuttle had ample room for airtight containers they could’ve sent the bodies home. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. The government contracts stipulated cremation upon a member’s demise. How could a man watch a friend burn to ashes without suffering any long-term effects?

  Again he shook his head. “Well, Vulcan, what do you suggest we do?”

  Vulcan pushed himself to his feet. “Grab the heads. I’ll drag the bodies. They’re skinny enough to pull at the same time.”

  “Fabulous idea.” What a disturbing vision. “You don’t think it’ll upset the women to see this?”

  “Do you have any other suggestions? They’ve been exposed to worse.”

  True. It couldn’t get any worse than when they’d watched the T-Rex bite a man in half. Maybe he and Vulcan could dump the species into the flames before any of the females surfaced and saw the decapitated bodies. Since Ivy still slept that was one fewer female he needed to worry about. “Okay. Let’s do it,” Bronto said as he grabbed two fists full of alien hair and trudged into the yard. There was definitely something barbaric in carrying two detached heads at his sides as if they were lunchboxes. The next time Zypher decided to play ninja he was cleaning up his own mess.

  There wasn’t much Bronto hadn’t done or been exposed to on this planet but this took things to an extreme.

  He made it to the fire pit before any women arrived in the vicinity and he tossed the heads into the flame. It puffed and flickered as if he’d thrown in explosive chemicals. That wasn’t good. He must not have paid attention earlier when they’d fed the other alien to the fire. He only remembered the green smoke, which again billowed into the air. What the hell were the things made of?

  He removed one of the burdens Vulcan struggled to drag and dumped it into the flame as well. The smoke thickened and stunk like mildew. He covered his nose with his forearm and stepped back while Vulcan added the second body. Hopefully the corpses would burn quickly before the stench overwhelmed the camp. At least the huts were far enough away that the smog wouldn’t filter inside. Too, the air was pretty stagnant so chances were it wouldn’t carry far.

  It didn’t take long for the bodies to turn to ashes. Vulcan grabbed the fire stick and mixed them with leftover soot. “Ready? I’ll grab a few tools from the weapons shelter and meet you back there,” Vulcan said, jabbing the stick into the ground.

  Bronto nodded and headed toward his hut. After making sure Ivy remained sleeping, he walked into the forest. He could’ve nudged her awake to let her know he’d be close by but she’d hear them chopping trees.

  Zypher stood against a conifer, his arms crossed at his chest and an ax resting against the outside of his leg. Tyran was bent down, lifting fern leaves.

  “What are you looking for, Tyran?” Bronto asked.

  “The remaining diplodocus juveniles. Vulcan found two earlier so two are still missing.”

  “If they’re in here someplace they�
�ll come out when the trees drop.”

  “Unless they’ve been captured by the aliens,” Zypher added. “They don’t move fast enough to get away.”

  Tyran nodded in agreement. “That’s what I’m afraid of. If we don’t prevent the species from adding dinosaur chromosomes to their DNA equation soon, we’re fucked.”

  Zypher grinned. “My my, Tyran, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you use such strong language.”

  “Only in desperation,” Tyran said. “I guess I’m feeling the pressure.”

  “Well, how about you feel the back end of an ax and start whacking down some trees?” Bronto said, changing the subject.

  Tyran took the only ax available, the one resting against Zypher’s knee, and walked deeper into the forest. Zypher’s brows rose as he looked between Tyran’s back and Bronto. “Does your lady obey you as willingly?” Zypher chuckled. “What’s your secret?”

  Bronto laughed. “It must be my charm.”

  “Yeah, that’s what it is,” Vulcan said as he approached, carrying two axes and a shovel. “Your charm.” He too chuckled. “Sorry to break this to you but I’ve seen more charm in the mutants’ eyes.”

  Bronto nudged his fist playfully into Vulcan’s chin. “You’re an ass. I state that with the utmost respect, sir.”

  “Okay, boys,” Zypher said while moving away from the tree and taking an ax from Vulcan’s hand, “time to get busy. Daylight isn’t going to wait on us.”

  Brushing ferns aside with his foot, Bronto headed toward Tyran, scoping the underside of the leaves for the babies. He’d hate to step on one and hurt it. Some of the plants were large enough to hide a wild hog. There wouldn’t be any trouble concealing a juvenile dinosaur, as Tyran called them.

  During the next hour they’d taken down four conifer trees, four evergreens and two pines. After they’d bound them with ropes to drag into camp a loud boom erupted in the direction of the mountains. Another boom followed, accompanied by two more.