Her Chosen Mate: A Quarantine Romance (Venus Quarantine Initiative Book 1) Page 4

  And now, he looks disappointed. And I can’t help but be disappointed.

  As he gets up, I feel a stab of desperation.

  “Is that something you’d do with your girlfriends?” I ask. “You know…before things went bad.”

  His eyes dart to mine, his brow drawing in. “I’ve never met a lady that didn’t enjoy it.”

  “Oh.” I look downward, embarrassed.

  “Didn’t you and your friends fuck around when you got bored?” he asks.

  I know he didn’t mean to be offensive, but I can’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

  “Friends? What friends?”

  “Your area was hit hard, wasn’t it?”

  “I don’t know. I mean, I guess. So many were sick. I was mostly healthy, so I spent all my time working.”

  His eyes stare lustfully at my exposed breasts but he doesn’t move. I wish there was a way to bridge the gap between us, to show him how badly I want him…but it’s like we’re from two different worlds.

  He turns to walk away, and it damn near breaks me.

  “Stop!” I say desperately.

  He obeys but doesn’t bother to turn and face me.

  “I’ll give you that baby you want. I’ll make sure you stay good with Venus,” he says in a deadpan tone.

  He begins to walk away again, and my desperation grows stronger.

  I hop off the counter, letting the remains of my dress slide down my legs to the floor, and I rush over to him.

  “I want the baby, but I want more.”

  He turns to me, his eyes drinking me in. “What is it you want?”

  “What you had. Back long ago. I know it will never be the same, but I want a taste of it.”

  He remains silent as if he’s considering my words.

  “Before you, before this,” I gesture around the room, “my life was all work. I had three jobs, trying to keep myself afloat. Sex…was not what it was last night. It was an escape and never a good one.”

  “And what was last night?” he asks.

  “It was nothing to you, but to me, it was a glimpse into what life could be if the world were right.”

  “What exactly is it you want from me?”

  “I want you to be patient.”

  His brow shoots upward. “Patient.”

  I take his hand into mine, placing it on the curve of my breast.

  “I’m never going to be the carefree fuck you remember from before. There are a lot of worries in the world, and I can’t always leave them behind. But I can be eager. God knows I want more of you. More of last night.”

  His hand tightens around my breast, kneading my supple flesh. He lifts it, feeling its weight, and I see how eager he is for more of me.

  “You have to stop being so moody. It sets me on edge, and I’m never going to be able to enjoy myself if I’m constantly worried you’re going to storm off.”

  He nods. “That’s fair.”

  I look at his body brazenly, ogling the v-shaped muscle of his abdominals half-hidden by his pants.

  “I’m a sweaty mess from all the work Venus has me doing. Why don’t we discuss this more in the bath?”

  I exhale a sigh of relief. “I’d like that.”

  Chapter Six

  Colton

  I guide Eva into the washroom, turn on the water, light the brazier, and pull her panties off.

  She complies with my every demand, and I can’t help but believe that there is a part of her that wants what I have to offer outside of my seed. Her body’s reaction to mine is very real and almost primal. Exactly what I crave.

  The water takes a minute to warm, giving me time to explore Eva’s flesh. Her skin is soft, and underneath the perfume of her soap, I smell her, a deep primal odor that signals her arousal.

  Eva watches me anxiously, her lower lip tucked between her teeth. She deserves so much more than the world she was born into. The most she can hope for is the initiative.

  Once the water is heated, I help Eva into the tub, then climb in opposite her, stretching her legs over mine. Looking across at her angelic face, I can tell she’s anxious, and I make it my mission to give her a taste of what she’s never had. What she didn’t even realize existed.

  “Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I ask.

  She shakes her head no. “They’re just trouble, getting you pregnant and all.”

  I chuckle. “And yet, here we are.”

  She smirks back at me, her eyes never leaving my face. She’s too scared to look at my body.

  One thing that has me surprised is how smart she is. The women I come across are often desperate for a man, though the only thing they do is get them into trouble. She’s right to have been worried about pregnancy, which would have inevitably happened had she been careless, leaving her further destitute.

  After the tub fills, we sit in silence for a time, my eyes brazenly ogling her, hers remaining demure.

  I want to see the spark in her that ignited last night. I know that deep inside, she wants it too.

  “Get over here,” I growl.

  She bites her lip, slowly drawing her body forward.

  Impatient, I grab her up and pull her onto my lap. She yelps, her body stiffening before she seems to melt into my arms.

  My rock-hard member presses against her ass, wanting badly to get back inside her, and I have a strong feeling Eva’s body wouldn’t complain.

  I turn her, so her head rests against my shoulder and her back against my chest. Her legs are spread, resting on top of mine.

  My cock throbs with need, but I force myself to use a measure of control.

  Her chest rises and falls in a pant. It would be so easy to make her come like this. She excites so easily.

  I bring my hands up and cup her full breasts, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. Her tiny gasp makes my blood quicken. Fuck, she’s so damn sexy.

  As I work her nipples, her hips gyrate against me, threatening to edge me dangerously close to premature ejaculation.

  “What do you like, Eva?”

  She moans but fails to answer the question.

  I take her earlobe between my teeth and give it a slight tug. “Tell me, Eva.”

  “I-I like what you did to me last night…”

  Good, girl…

  “Describe it to me.”

  “You touched me.”

  “Take my hand and show me how.”

  For a long moment, she does nothing. Even her breathing stops as she mulls over my request. Then, I feel her small hand take hold of mine and bring it between her legs.

  “Have you ever had a man touch you like this before?” I ask, rubbing the rise of her clit.

  Her body tenses, her breathing escalating into sharper pants.

  “No,” she finally says.

  I quicken my stroke as she begins to tremble.

  “Have you ever come, before me?”

  She’s already close to release, and just feeling her shuddering against me makes my cock painfully hard. It wants so badly to push into Eva’s tight canal, feeling her warm heat.

  “Tell me, Eva. Have you ever come before?”

  “N-no,” she stutters out.

  I apply a few more skillful strokes, which push her over the edge, into a cyclone of chaos. She jerks wildly, and I have to fight to keep my hand in position so I can extract every bit of pleasure from her.

  God, this woman is addicting. I half expected Venus would pair me with some dog, but Eva’s gorgeous, her body perfect.

  Her innocence is intoxicating. I love the fact that I’ve brought her to heights of pleasure she’s never experienced before, and I look forward to teaching her how to please herself.

  She’s so damn sexy.

  Her body slows, then stills. She swallows hard, stretching her petite body against mine.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Eva,” I say sharply.

  “Okay,” she says, her voice husky and filled with lust.

  I circle an arm around her wai
st and raise her up, pulling her to the side so that she’s on all fours beneath me.

  She gasps, unprepared for the sudden change of position.

  “Grab the edge of the tub,” I instruct.

  She obeys.

  I put my knee between hers and spread her open for me, guiding my cock to her entrance. Then I circle my hands around, grabbing a breast with one and bringing my other to her clit.

  I push my cock in slowly, savoring her tight warmth around my shaft. Her back arches involuntarily, and I have to hold her in place so I can get in deeper.

  “Fuck, Eva, you feel amazing,” I say in a daze.

  She cries out, gyrating her hips in rhythm with my dancing fingers.

  It’s a shame that she’s never gotten to experience a skillful lover before, but I can’t say I’m saddened by it. Getting to see her body bloom in a way it never has for another man brings out a beast in me.

  I quicken my fingers against her clit as I pump into her, and soon, she’s coming a second time, sending me spiraling into my own passionate bliss.

  The rush is so powerful, I cry out. My own body trembling.

  After I’ve spent myself, I lean against her back and unleash a heavy sigh.

  Her heart is racing, as is mine. I can’t believe how addicting this woman is to me. I’m far from being a virgin, but this all feels so new.

  “Colton?” Eva whispers.

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you think we could take a nap?”

  A nap sounds divine, but that’s playing into Venus’s game a little too closely for my comfort.

  Sure, I’ll do what I need to. I’ll fuck Eva morning, noon, and night if that’s what they want. But sleeping next to her, in the same bed, is dangerous. Nothing good could possibly come from that, and I’m quite sure a few bad things would certainly result from such carelessness.

  “I have work to do,” I finally say, though a small part of me nearly dies inside when the words leave my lips.

  “Oh,” she mutters back.

  I get out of the tub and dry myself off, handing Eva a towel but refusing to meet her gaze.

  In the end, this will be what’s best for everyone, I tell myself. No good can come from allowing Eva to get attached to you, and there sure ain’t nothing in this hellish world worth getting attached to. Not when it can get ripped away from you in the blink of an eye.

  After you’ve already lost so much.

  Chapter Seven

  Eva

  If I didn’t have so many chores to do, I’d spend all my time exploring the delights of Colton’s flesh. It amazes me that before the world shut down, people actually got up and went to work each day.

  As it is, I’ve only joined with Colton twice, and yet, every cell in my body longs to again. He knows how to make me feel alive in a dying world. What woman wouldn’t want that?

  I’m not half as busy as I should be, forgetting to do things that I know will come back to bite me if I continue to neglect them. I reason Venus can’t get too angry as we’re ultimately doing what needs to be done, though differently than they had intended them to be. Things are good in some ways, bad in others, as I suppose they are in all relationships.

  Colton isn’t a family man, and it’s evident that he has no desire to grow close with me. That’s fine. As long as he gets me pregnant, does his chores, and treats me with respect, I’m sure Venus will be willing to overlook the things that are supposed to bind us, like cuddling and sleeping in the same bed. I mean, they can’t expect everything in this experiment to go perfectly, can they? Not when there are so few healthy people in the world.

  I make short work of my farm chores, spending a little extra time in the greenhouse, clipping the overambitious greens to keep them healthy.

  Colton works on erecting a fence so we can expand the cows’ grazing areas. It’s not easy labor, and I can’t help sneaking a few gazes over at his tense, bulging muscles. His body is immaculately crafted, and I have no doubt that he’s genetically perfect.

  Sometimes the thought of being out here alone with him is daunting, especially because it feels like we’re the only two people in existence. There’s an eerie, dire feel to our situation.

  It’s not that we’re not well protected, though. We have a below-ground bunker in case of emergencies, and if things start to go bad and our crops all die, the Venus Initiative will step in to help.

  Everything here is carefully orchestrated to ensure our success, because failure results in the loss of civilized society.

  I wonder how the other couples are faring. Supposedly, there are thousands of farms set up across the United States, and many in other countries, each with carefully chosen couples carrying out Venus’s vision of creating a new society. One that’s healthy and sustainable.

  We can’t be the only couple having issues, can we?

  I set the table for breakfast, then rush to the washroom to apply a little makeup, hoping to allure Colton into a morning, between-the-sheets interlude. There is an undeniable attraction between us, a spark that burns so brightly it’s blinding. We desire each other with with a hunger I wasn’t prepared for.

  But Colton has walls he’s erected. One’s so high, I may never be able to clear them.

  Hopefully, his children will, and they’ll form a loving bond.

  After one last look in the mirror, I go out to announce breakfast, hoping Colton will like the flower-patterned dress I chose to dine in. As is with the others, it goes midway up my thighs, leaving it a poor choice to wear in windy weather. The bust hugs my breasts, leaving my nipples clearly visible. A tantalizing sight that never fails to capture Colton’s attention.

  “What’s on the menu today?” Colton asks, using a washrag to mop the sweat from his brow.

  “Biscuits and sausage gravy,” I chirp, putting three large biscuits on his plate.

  “Gosh, I haven’t had something like this since my momma made them for me over a decade ago.”

  “Well, they may not be like your momma’s, but they’re pretty good for someone that learned how to cook on the fly.”

  He sits and forks a bite into his mouth, moaning in satisfaction.

  “I’d say you’d give my momma some tight competition.”

  His words make me bloom with pride, and I rush through the meal, hoping he’ll make me bloom in other ways.

  Colton is in no rush, however, as he goes in for seconds.

  I begin cleaning up the dishes, playing out the various after-lunch scenarios in my head that could go on between us.

  “You look awfully chipper,” Colton says, bringing his plate over to the sink.

  There’s no way I’m going to be able to play coy, so instead, I lean into the situation.

  “I guess it’s because I have a lot to look forward to.”

  He quirks a brow. “Isn’t today the day we’re supposed to shovel manure?”

  I chuckle, licking my lips as I gaze down at the growing bulge in his pants.

  “Some chores are better than others,” I reply as I take his plate and place it in the water.

  “Oh, honey, I wasn’t full yet.”

  My eyes glance over to the table. “So, you break every other rule Venus sets out for you, but you can’t bother to plate yourself another helping?”

  He winks. “Oh, I’m hungry for a biscuit of a different kind.”

  His massive arms wrap around my waist, his hands cupping my rear as he lifts me. My legs circle his body, and my hands his neck.

  Looking into his lust-filled eyes has me aching with want, dishes be damned.

  He carries me back to the table, setting me down where his plate was just a minute earlier and reclaiming his seat.

  I remember his words, “I can’t wait to taste you,” and my blood quickens.

  A dozen questions come to me, but I don’t want to ruin this moment between us. Obviously, Colton knows what he’s doing. He seems hellbent on it, but it’s not something I’ve ever done with a man.

  He pulls up my
dress, exposing my already moist panties. He gazes at me hotly, a breath escaping his throat. He uses a finger to pull aside the stretchy fabric of my underwear.

  “Time to eat.”

  Chapter Eight

  Colton

  Eva’s desire for me fuels my own for her. She’s an intoxicating woman that I can’t get enough of, and right now, I’m ready to claim more.

  “This is new to me,” she blurts out, her cheeks flushing red.

  “I know,” I reply back. “And I promise, you’ll thank me for it.”

  As much as I’m eager to dive right in, I take a moment to admire the delicate, pink folds of her sex. She’s slick with want, her primal scent driving me mad with passion.

  I need to taste her.

  I delve my tongue into her entrance and give a long lick up until it’s pressed against her clit.

  Her body reacts with a jolt, her hands threading through my hair.

  I’m too turned on to play games, so I unleash a flurry of well-placed maneuvers, sending her body surging toward release.

  Her hips jerk as she draws closer to her inevitable explosion of lust. I love how much she enjoys being pleased, and maybe as time goes on, I’ll teach her how to properly please me in the same way, but for now, I’m more than happy to be in the driver’s seat as she squirms underneath me.

  “Colton,” she moans, and I can tell by her heavy pants that her passion is about to spill over.

  Her flavor floods my mouth as her thighs close against my ears. Her hips roll in an exotic rhythm, pressing her sex against my face in a salacious dance I didn’t know she had in her.

  And I doubt she did either.

  Her body quakes as she screams out in ecstasy, her hand disallowing my head from disconnecting with her core.

  It takes at least a full minute for Eva to calm, and even then, her heart continues to race.

  Fuck, mine’s racing too. She makes my blood run hot.

  “Do you like having your pussy eaten?” I ask.

  She snorts a laugh. “I guess. It was definitely…amazing.”

  “I want more of you,” I growl, my hunger not yet satisfied.