The Bargaining (4 page)

She didn’t even recognize most of the words he used then, but she could guess they lacked pretty meanings.

“That’s why you’re willing to prostitute yourself to the guards to get us out of here. Because what’s a couple nasty fucks compared to a knife at your throat.”

She winced. “I would do anything to be free of this place. And you have no right to judge me until you have lived as I have for twelve years.”

He clenched his teeth so hard she could almost hear them protesting. “Right. Well, your plan sucks.”

She frowned. “You have a better one?”

Deacon snorted a laugh. “No, which is why I’m revising yours. I still need you to distract the guards, but I think a gangbang is a little excessive.”

“Then what do you want me to do?”

“You’re gonna be a great big tease, sugar.” He looked grimly satisfied by the thought. “The guards were dumb enough to let just one of them escort you here, so I’m betting they’re dumb enough to send just one to fetch you back. I can take one of them if he’s distracted, and if you do your job, he will be.”

Dubious, Kili shook her head. “They might be stupid, but they will never leave the door open long enough for you to strike, no matter what I promise them.”

“They won’t need to. In fact, I want them to close it with you on one side and me on the other.”

“What? How is that helpful?”

“Because the other part of your job will be to jam the lock,” Deacon explained, smiling. “While you’re whispering all sorts of dirty promises in Dunderhead’s ear, you’re also going to slip something into the space where the bolt fits in the lock. He’ll shut the door and turn the key, but the lock won’t catch. Then when he feels it’s safe to put the moves on you, I’ll take him out.”

“But the other guard will hear. He’ll come running.”

“Don’t worry about that. Once I’m out of this cage, all you need to think about is guiding us to that outpost.”

Kili stifled another protest. She had already decided to put her life in this man’s hands. She might as well start sooner than later. Besides, the look on his face reassured her that he knew what he was doing. She would have to do her best to trust him.

“All right,” she said. “But I haven’t been here long enough. We need to wait a little longer before I knock for the guard.”

Deacon snorted. “If you say so. But judging from the males I’ve seen since we landed on this heap, I’d say their average time limit is about fifteen minutes. Tops.” He sat up and began tearing at the edge of the rough sheet.

“What are you doing?”

“Tearing off some cloth to shove in the lock. If I’d thought of it earlier, I’d have saved a hunk of that excuse for bread, but this will have to do.”

She watched him measure off the amount of cloth he wanted, tearing cleanly along the weave of the fabric. He rolled it into a small bundle. His hand worked with surprising dexterity for such a large man, and Kili found herself fascinated just watching him. She imagined what those hands would feel like against her skin, cupping her breasts, sliding between her legs and --

Oh, Powers! Not now.

She tore her gaze away from him and stared up at the ceiling. Think about something else, she told herself. Anything else. Now was not the time for fantasies. No matter what her body was telling her.

“Hey. You okay?”

Kili dragged her attention back to Deacon and nodded. “I’m fine. Just...planning.”

“Don’t think too much. When push comes to shove, thinking is what lands you in trouble. You’re better off going with instinct.”

She forced a tense smile that quickly faded when he reached for the belt of her
lya
. Her face went blank, and she braced herself reflexively against the cot, cursing the heat his touch sent coursing through her, directly to her core.

“I’m not gonna molest you,” Deacon growled, looking suddenly furious. “Calm down. I’m stashing the cloth in your belt for when you rig the door. It’s not like you’ve got a load of pockets on this thing.”

Heat flooded her cheeks. “I am sorry.”

“Whatever.” He shifted away from her, hands reaching for his own belt before he hesitated. “You gonna freak if I open these up?”

“Um, no,
d--
Deacon.”

“’Cause I can keep it closed, but I think it’ll look better if my clothes aren’t all neat and tidy when you call and tell them I’m done screwing your brains out.”

“Should you ... take your pants off?” She stuttered over it, but forced it out. “Won’t they find it odd you kept those on? I would think they pose a problem by just being there, neat or no ...”

He gave her a lopsided smile. “Yeah, but a soldier never gets caught with his pants down. Just unfastened.”

She bit her lip as she considered this extra step in authenticating their supposed relationship.

“Do I need --” She broke off, blushing, and tried again. “Is there anything I need to change? To do? To make it look --”

Deacon barked out a laugh. “Trust me, little bit, nothing you have on would need to come off for a space rat to get his jollies. You’re just fine like you are. Now relax. We’ve got time to kill before we need to move. But when we do, we’ll be moving fast. Can you keep up?”

Kili nodded, though she was growing more restless by the minute. She hoped they wouldn’t have to wait too much longer. She wasn’t sure she
could
wait too much longer. “I can do whatever I have to.”

“Just remember you said that.”

She watched as he finished stripping off his belt and tossed it to the foot of the cot. Somehow that tiny extra hint of intimacy took her breath away and made her look at him all over again. Her new vision of his bare torso intensified her building, if unwilling, arousal. Ropes of muscle layered over each other to give him the look of deeply carved, soil-colored stone. The dim light in the cell seemed to make his skin shine and she wondered if it felt as much like silk as it looked.

Deacon caught her staring at him, but he said nothing. He just looked back at her, his expression watchful, his body still. Their gazes locked, dark into dark, and an indefinite moment passed in tense silence. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, Kili looked away first, pressing her thighs together and curling into a ball on her side of the cot.

“What’s the matter?”

She shook her head, unable to speak. The wave of arousal had hit her with the force of a hurricane. She’d known it was coming, had been feeling the signs for several minutes, but she had no idea it would hit her this fast. Or this powerfully. Since she had been in service as a
nitara
, she had come to expect the fierce surges of desire. Her duties demanded them, for no master wanted a slave who hated the acts she performed. Or at least, one who hated the acts and had no need for them on her own.

Kili kept her eyes pinched shut, but she could hear him stirring beside her and felt the cot dip as he shifted. His hand closed over her shoulder and she trembled. Her skin was becoming more sensitive every second. If she could have crawled out of it, she would have.

Please, Powers, not now!

Chapter Eight

Deacon’s forehead creased in concern as he stared down at the girl in his cot. A few minutes ago, she’d been acting pretty normally, given their situation. She’d been nervous but strong, displaying a determination to extricate herself from her current situation that he had to admire. Then he’d touched her to slip the cloth into the belt of her ridiculous excuse for clothing, and she’d snapped. She’d gone all tense and nervous, as if she expected him to rape her, and curled herself into a protective ball.

Shit.

He hesitated, unsure what to do. Finally, he swore under his breath and put his hand on her shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

The girl just shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut as if she’d just seen the bogeyman. Was he really that bad?

“Look,” he growled, then stopped himself and tried again, a little less rumbly this time. “Look, I promise you I’m not going to hurt you, okay? We’re both gonna get out of here, but you need to calm down. If you can’t concentrate, you can’t help me out. And if I could have done this on my own, I’d be outta here by now.”

When he said that, her eyes flew wide open and her lips parted. She looked pretty upset by the comment. What the fuck had he said wrong this time?

“I just mean that I need you to focus,” he said in an attempt to clarify. “If you just keep hold of yourself and stay calm ’til we get on the shuttle, we’ll be fine.”

Did he just hear her whimper? And it looked like she was shaking now, her whole body vibrating. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, as well as ... shit! Her nipples were getting hard!

Deacon snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned and leaned backward away from the girl “Whoa. I don’t know what --”

That’s all he managed to get out. The rest of whatever he planned to say got lost in the warm, hungry depths of her mouth when she threw herself at him, locking her arms around his neck and kissing him with frantic purpose.

What the fuck?!

His hands automatically went up and back to curl around her wrists, intending to pull her off him and demand to know what was going on. That’s what he intended, but then her tongue slipped past his lips to tease the roof of his mouth, and he forgot his intentions.

He groaned and slid his hands around to grasp her hips, surprised to feel how narrow they felt. They’d looked deliciously flared the last time he’d tried to avoid looking at them ...

Right. This wasn’t supposed to be happening.

Tightening his grip, he prepared to push her away again, but the little devil must have read his mind. She squirmed closer and slung one leg around his hips, using her new leverage to press herself against him. Then one of her hands left its grip on the back of his neck and insinuated itself between them to take advantage of the open button on his pants and close around his cock. Which had the damned nerve to weep in gratitude.

She started to make these little whimpering noises that drove him out of his mind. He could feel his eyes rolling back in his head as her small hand brushed over the tip of his cock and used his own moisture to begin a slick, sliding caress up and down his length.

Holy shit.

He felt himself tensing with the pleasure of her insistent touch. To say she’d surprised him might be a wee bit of an understatement. Where had his timid little rescuer gone and this hot, sexy woman come from?

And in a few seconds, would he really care?

Gathering up every ounce of his willpower, Deacon tightened his grip on her hips and gently pulled her away. She made a mewling sound as if he’d caused her pain and immediately reached for him again.

“Whoa. Hold on. What’s going on here?”

Her hands tried to pull him closer, her eyes unfocused and looking almost frenzied. “Please. Pleasepleaseplease,” she chanted, trying to wriggle out of his grip to get closer to him. “Need. Need you.”

“Wha--”

She didn’t even let him finish the word, just planted her hands on his chest, used the element of surprise to push him into leaning back on the cot, and dipped her head to close her mouth around the head of his cock.

Dirty pool!

He bit out a curse and felt his head dropping back to rest on his shoulders. She began to suck him in deeper, taking more and more of his shaft between her warm lips. He had a hard time believing this was happening. Of all the things he might have expected from her after speaking to her for the last hour or so, this was not one of them. She had almost turned into another person. Though if a woman had to have a split personality, he supposed this manifestation was better than some of the alternatives.

Shit.
This was better than most ways he could think of spending his time. Better than anything he’d ever felt before. Better than the meek, submissive, sex object routine she’d --

Stifling a curse and mustering every bit of willpower he’d ever had, Deacon grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off him, flipping their bodies on the cot so that she lay on her back and he loomed over her, blocking her from view and holding her in place. Away from his cock.

He struggled to catch his breath and opened his mouth to demand once more what was going on, but he ended up distracted again. She moaned as if he had struck her and began to struggle frantically. Her body writhed and twisted against his grasp, legs flailing, hands grasping for him. The weird thing was, she didn’t appear to be trying to get away. She seemed to be struggling to get closer.

What the fuck is going on?

“Please!” Her voice sounded as if someone tore it from her throat. Her breathing came in shallow pants, and he heard short, sharp whimpers at almost every exhalation she made. “Help. Help me.”

Her body bowed off the cot, head thrown back, heels and shoulders taking nearly all of her weight. Her exotic almond eyes opened and caught his gaze. She looked almost panicked, pupils dilated, eyes unfocused.

Deacon felt a stirring of fear. “What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you need a medic?”

She shook her head, dark hair tangling. “No.” She jerked one hand free and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him closer. “You. Need you!”

He must have hesitated a moment too long, because her hand shifted from his shoulder to his wrist. She dragged his hand down, over endless stretches of silken skin, and plunged it between her thighs, pressing it to her core.

“Holy shit.”

She was dripping. Moisture pooled at her center, thick and rich and welling like a spring from among her delicate folds. Unable to stop himself, he flexed his fingers, sinking them deeper, parting her lips and sliding through the slick, beguiling terrain.

“Yes!
Darash
... more. Please.” Her body arched high against him, pressing with desperation against his touch. She looked frantic, she sounded aroused, and she felt as hot and wanton as hell. So why the fuck did he feel like a rapist?

Deacon started to ease his hand away, but her thighs clamped tight around it and her eyes flew open again to stare up at him.

“Don’t.” She begged, actually begged, him to continue. “Please do not leave me this way.
Darash
, I will go crazy if I cannot serve you now.”