B.I.L.L.: You will not survive without me.Statistical analysis suggests the probability of survival without my constant surveillance is 9,335,741,624 to 1.
Big Daddy Tats, Reno, Nevada, Saturday 10:15 pm
I feellike I’ve waited forever to see this man naked.I’m more than giddy that it’s finally here.I tug at the rigid suit, frustrated when I can’t find a button or zipper or any way to get his clothes off.
I need him naked now.
Doesn’t help that his deft fingers are making short work of the buttons on the back of my dress.Mouths fused together, I practically purr when his hands finally make their way inside the dress to splay across my back.“Rygar, I can’t get your stupid suit off.”
He laughs, but I’m dead serious.I want him.Now.
B.I.L.L.:I advise against this.Protocol dictates that you return to the ship immediately.As your mate, Madison will now be granted full protections under the Earth Alliance treaty.
“Shut up, BILL.Someone really should unplug you.”I want to consummate this marriage and he keeps interrupting.Total cock blocker.
B.I.L.L.:There is a strange energy signature in the building with you.I believe the owner has a pet.The animal is moving closer to you.
I roll my eyes at his continued interruption.I huff.Fine.“What kind of pet?Dog?Cat?Lizard?”
B.I.L.L.:I believe it’s a large cat.I am too far away to be certain.By all indications, you are in danger.
From a cat?Pfft.I don’t think so.If BILL doesn’t shut up, I’m never going to have the chance to be with my man.I’m usually not a violent person but BILL might drive me to commit murder.
Frustrated, I lean my forehead on Rygar’s chest and sigh.“BILL, go away.I’m on my honeymoon for the next three days.Go away.Shut down.Turn off.Deactivate.Go to sleep.Whatever you need to do.I don’t want or need an audience when Rygar and I are – sex is private, okay?Go away.Get out.”Not only do I not like the feeling of being watched, but I really don’t like the constant, nagging interruptions.This time with Rygar should be just us, getting to know each other as husband and wife in thebow chica wow wowway.
B.I.L.L.:Commander, I cannot properly monitor your surroundings if I shut down.Would you like the statistical analysis on the probability that Dark Fleet assets will attack?You won’t have any warning to implement countermeasures if I am not monitoring your location.
I won’t budge on this.I catch Rygar’s gaze and hold it, so he knows I mean what I am saying.“If BILL is on, watching us?I’m not having sex with you.Not with him watching and judging everything I do or say.”I’m my own worst critic with just about everything, but especially when it comes to my naked body.I don’t need help passing judgment.I do that enough myself.
Rygar stares at me but addresses BILL.“What’s the status on Xandor and Zeph?”
B.I.L.L.:They are both similarly engaged.
“With Hannah and Emily?”I blurt the question.Are all three of us ladies having hot sex tonight?I hope my besties are having stupendous, break the bed, best they’ve ever had sex without the cock blocking BILL causing them problems.
B.I.L.L.:Of course.
“I bet you’re not constantly interruptingthem.”The accusation is whisper quiet, but my husband hears me.Rygar’s eyes are locked onto my cleavage, then flicker to the new tattoo on the side of my neck.I swear I hear him groan.I can practically see the wheels turning in Rygar’s head as he wrestles with the decision.
“I’m not an exhibitionist.Sorry.Not happening.”I step back, cross my arms and raise a brow.I’m serious.I am not having sex with my new husband for BILL’s viewing enjoyment.This is not free porn.
Rygar doesn’t hesitate.“You heard my mate.Limit your comms to ship’s systems only.”
B.I.L.L.:That is a terrible idea.Sir?Commander?
“Do it, BILL.That’s an order.”
B.I.L.L.:Signing off, Sir.Best of luck without me.
Blessed silence makes the space we’re in seem so much more intimate.Private.Sexy.Is he really gone?Fuck it.If he’s not, I don’t want to know, as long as he keeps his know-it-all mouth shut.
Rygar’s hands resume their exploration of my exposed back.Everywhere he touches burns like he’s branding me.I reach for Rygar’s head, my fingers thread his silken hair, and pull his lips to mine.They’re hot and firm and I gain entrance to his mouth to tangle my tongue with his.To taste him.He tastes better than my award-winning cookies.I’m not normally this aggressive, but this moment with Rygar is practically all I’ve thought about since our first kiss in the bar.
The weird tattoo on my neck has gone from mildly irritating to burning me up with an unnatural heat that is spreading through the rest of my body.Rygar has every button and clasp on the dress undone.The fabric slips from my shoulders.The heavy weight of the skirt slides down over my hips to pool at my feet.
With a loud groan, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me to a small sofa in the tattoo parlor’s small waiting area.He settles me on my feet and sits facing me.
“How many layers do you have on, female?”
