She didn’t have a poker face, that was for damned sure. Every time she’d glanced at Morris she’d given away every thought and emotion that was going through her.
He deeply regretted the fact that he hadn’t managed to pull her out before they got to her. But she’d managed to elude him at the station and he hadn’t expected them to move on her so quickly, hadn’t thought they would’ve had time to clone her.
They were getting better at their acceleration techniques. There was no doubt about that. It wasn’t taking them months anymore. Nigel had only pulled her DNA a matter of weeks before the switch.
Of course Nigel hadn’t known, then, that he was collecting for them. Right up until Nigel had turned his sister’s code over to the bastards, he’d suspected Nigel was working for them, and well aware of it.
There was no doubt in his mind that Nigel had been an unwilling participant. He’d flown into such a rage when he discovered he’d turned Lena’s DNA over to them for replication that they’d had a hell of time holding him back long enough to convince him that he could do more to bring them down by playing stupid a while longer.
He would’ve given a lot to know just what had transpired when Lena got back to her apartment the day he’d gone to pick her up, but the security tapes had already been fixed by the time he’d managed to break into the system.
Frustration gripped him. They were going lose if they didn’t get better at this, because they were trailing dangerously behind.
Beginning to feel cramped from the tension in his body, and from lying on his side so long, Dax rolled onto his back to stare up at the overhead in the darkness.
He wasn’t certain whether the movement had aroused Lena from her deep sleep, or if she was merely seeking warmth, but she moved closer, throwing one arm and one leg over him.
The curling thatch of hair on her mound tickled his hip and the arousal that had only just begun to abate from before rolled over him like chain ball lightning until his cock was so engorged it was trying to erect a tent.
“Hell,” he muttered, grinding his teeth as her knee nudged his testicles and they drew up in a hard knot against his belly in reaction.
“Bad word,” she muttered, the words only slightly slurred by sleep.
Startled, Dax glanced at her sharply, wondering if she was feigning sleep after all. Mel had said she’d given her something to knock her out, though.
Grasping her chin, he pushed her face up to study it suspiciously. It was dim in the room, but his eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he saw nothing to indicate she was awake and only pretending to be asleep.
He decided to test her to find out. He sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to sleep in the same bed with her if there was even a chance she wasn’t asleep.
Lifting her palm from his chest, he moved her arm down and cupped her hand around his erection, watching her face. She didn’t so much as flinch. She did, however, curl her fingers around it tightly enough he thought for several moments he was going to pass out.
He’d expected, if she was awake, that she’d either try to slap the shit out of him, if it was Lena, or play coy and try to pretend she wasn’t aware of fondling him if she was the decoy.
Instead, she’d merely gripped it as if she thought she was supposed to hold on to it.
“Bad idea,” he muttered, trying gingerly to uncurl her fingers.
They tightened instead of relaxing, sending a sensation through his belly that was not unlike being punched in the gut and he let out a grunt of sharply expelled breath.
“Mine,” she murmured.
He didn’t like to argue about it, especially when she had him in a stranglehold. After a few panicked moments, he decided to try to focus on taming the beast. It wasn’t easy, all things considered, but, after a moment, he felt the blood ease from his member.
Unfortunately, the moment it began to go limp,she decided she’d dropped whatever it was she thought she’d had hold of. He knew this because she began to shake it. “Broke.”
“It will be if you don’t stop,” he ground out.
“S’not broke?”
“Just give it to me,” he hissed.
To his immense relief, she let go of him.
Grasping her hand, he moved it to his chest again, holding her palm over his frantically pounding heart until she relaxed and went limp.
He lay perfectly still for a while, struggling with his private demons, which had taken that really inappropriate time to prompt him with temptations he knew he had no business considering.
She was putty in his hands at the moment, though, completely compliant--almost completely--and it took all he could do to shrug off the temptation to take advantage of her and assuage his needs knowing she would probably yield without argument.
