Nothing to Lose, Chapter 21
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Title: Nothing to Lose
Chapter: Closer, 21/?
Rating: NC-17 for language and smut.
Summary: There ain't nothin' wrong, with a little bump and grind.
READ ME: I’ll keep this brief so you can get strait to the action. But you should listen to the song “We’re in This Together” by Nine Inch Nails as you read this.
His voice sent shivers down her spine. “Run.”
Jack looked into his eyes to see that Riddick was no longer there. In his place was something feral and wild, and it wanted a chase. She hopped off the counter and ducked around him as fast as he could in the pitch black of her ship.
Where to hide, where to hide? Jack was running purely on instinct. A part of her wanted to be caught, but the other was afraid the animal Riddick had become. She cautiously made her way down the ship’s unnaturally dark hallway.
Jack headed towards the kitchen and was just about to step in, when something stopped her. He’s in there. She wasn’t sure how she knew, or how he’d gotten there, but she could sense him. Cautiously, she backed away from the galley and moved to hide behind the couch. She crouched low and waited for a few moments. Hoping for any telltale sounds to give away Riddick’s position. Jack knew it was pointless, but she had to at least try. Hearing nothing, she gradually stood up and edged out of the den.
She hurried on her way to her bedroom, and was almost at the door, when Riddick’s body slammed up against her, pinning her back to the cold metal wall. His hands were everywhere on her naked flesh, kneading her breasts painfully as he sucked on her neck. She moaned his name and ran her hands over the taught muscles in his back.
Riddick growled against her flesh, his teeth nipping at her collarbone, as his mouth worked its way down her body.
Feeling bold, Jack tugged his ear between her teeth and nibbled her way up his freshly shaved head. Her teeth scraping along his smooth skin before she bit down on his head like she would an apple.
Riddick grunted in satisfaction as he pushed her off of him, slamming her against the wall again and making her head rattle. He feasted on her lips once more, sucking on her tongue and drawing mewling noises from her mouth into his. Jack’s breath hitched as Riddick began to grind his hips cruelly into hers.
Breaking the kiss, he left a trail of teeth marks from her chin to her ear as he began to torment her lobe. “Tell me to stop, Jack.” What was left of his rational side was trying to give her an out; letting her no he wouldn’t force her, at least not right now. But if she kept responding to him like this and tried to beg out later, he might not have a choice.
But Jack saved him from that dilemma as she snaked her hand between their bodies, and firmly cupped him. Riddick hissed through his teeth as she began to massage him through the fabric of his pants.
“If you stop now,” her voice was gruff with passion, “I’ll fucking kill you.”
Under normal circumstances, Riddick would’ve laughed, but right now, he was so far gone, all he could do was growl as he ground his pelvis further into her, making her cry out as it sent delicious frissons of sensation through her body.
Jack frantically tugged at his shirt as he pushed her bra down. A sound very much like a purr escaped his throat as he stared at the perfection that was her breasts. He began to knead them, squeezing her fleshy mounds almost painfully in his hands. Her head rolled back and she momentarily forgot about tugging his shirt from his body as she let herself get lost in the magic his fingers were working.
Through her lust filled haze, Jack finally managed to peel Riddick’s shirt from his body, and shuddered in pleasure as she ran her hands over his well-defined chest. His skin was on fire, and it burned her to touch it. Her hands eagerly roamed down his torso and back up, making sure to pinch his nipple sharply before she brought her lips to his chest and her hands reached around to squeeze his perfectly formed ass.
She gasped as Riddick forced her back off of him and took one of her pert nipples into his mouth, suckling fiercely as his hands held her in place against the wall.
Jack brought her knee up to his groin and steadily began to apply pressure to his coveted area, causing him to snap and lose what little control he had.
With a snarl, he tore his mouth away from her breast and yanked down her pants and panties, pooling them at her feet. Jack cried out his name as the rough fabric of his pants rubbed against her clit. “Riddick!”
He didn’t even bother to pull his down. He just unzipped them, and in one swift move, thrust his engorged cock into her. Jack gasped, and Riddick moaned at the sensation. He began to pump furiously into her, forgetting that she was injured, that this was Jack. She felt so tight, and so wet, and so right, he couldn’t have held back if he wanted to.
He felt Jack scratch her nails down his back, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils, sending him even farther over the edge. He lifted her up and tilted her hips so that he could pump harder and deeper, just as her moans were urging him to do.
Jack’s fingers were digging into his shoulders, leaving small red crescents as she arched her back to meet him, which she did. Thrust for thrust, their breathing and their movements became one. And just before she came, Jack threw back her head and yelled his name at the top of her lungs. The clenching of her inner walls made Riddick follow shortly after, and he bit down on her neck as the tremors wracked through his body.
Once the aftershocks had subsided, he slowly let Jack’s feet back onto the floor, his cock still inside her and his semen dripping down her legs. He gazed up at her to see an incredibly satisfied smile on her face.
She leaned her head forward and licked a bead of sweat from his neck. Jack felt him growing hard inside her again and smiled as Riddick picked her up wordlessly, and carried her into her bedroom.
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Hours later, Riddick looked down at a sleeping Jack and felt damned thrilled with himself. She lay sleeping on her stomach, half-covered by a single cotton sheet. His eyes traveled down her body, pleased at his handiwork and the plethora of bite marks and bruises that covered her body.
There was a particularly nasty one on her hip from where his fingers had dug in. He slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss on the bruise, his tongue slowly lapping over the discolored flesh as if the act alone could heal it.
Jack moaned softly in her sleep, making Riddick smile. He licked her hip once more. I bet she’d taste great with honey. Riddick slid noiselessly out of bed and threw on his discarded clothes, and went off to buy some.
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The silence gradually roused Jack from her sleep, and sighed as she stretched her satisfyingly sore muscles. Her hand idly reached out to where Riddick had been laying, only to find it empty. It was still warm, so he couldn’t have left that long ago.
Oh no, he left. Jack shot up in the bed and fought the urge to have a panic attack. She tried to slow her breathing as all the possible scenarios ran through her head. He wouldn’t leave for good would he? I mean, not after last night. But what if he has? What if I was just a way to release some tension? What if it didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me? What if I was awful?
On shaky legs she clambered out of bed and put on the first shirt she could find. Then, she grabbed her pack of smokes and wandered into the galley.
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The scent of her cigarettes was the first thing that greeted Riddick as he stepped aboard the ship, arms laden with various delectables and a new set of red sheets. He saw them in passing and thought the color would look great against Jack’s flushed skin.
He followed the heady smoke into the galley to see her at the table with her knees tucked under her and wearing a long-sleeved tunic. He watched from the entrance and smiled as one word crossed his mind. Mine.
But Riddick’s smile soon turned to a frown as a new scent reached his nose. It’s the chief. She’s wearing his shirt. Fuck no! He let the bag of groceries fall to the floor with a crash, making Jack jump, as he stormed towards her.
“Riddick?” her confusion was evident on her face as he loomed up behind her. At first, she was simply glad to see that he’d come back, but his behavior now was making her think otherwise. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” she yelled as he slung her over his shoulder caveman style and carted her out of the room.
“Riddick! Put me the fuck down! What the hell is wrong with you?”
His answer was to slap her on the ass as he carried her into the bathroom. He dimmed the lights so he could take off his glasses, and while still holding her struggling form over his shoulder; he turned on the hot water in the shower. He cautiously slid Jack down so that her chest was firmly held against his, but still kept an arm around her, holding her in place.
“Riddick,” her voice had an edge to it now. “I’m warning you, don’t even think about it.”
Still not speaking, he stepped into her too small shower and held them both under the spray.
Jack was coughing and sputtering in indignation as Riddick tried to rip the silk shirt, but now that it was wet, was unable to. Holding her against him with one arm, his other reached out to grab the shiv he’d found hidden behind her shampoo his first day on board.
“Hey!” she screeched as he cut the tunic in two, and threw both halves out of the shower. Then he reached for her soap, and worked a rich lather all over her body; ignoring her protests.
After he’d rinsed off Jack, he leaned forward and sniffed at her shoulder, pleased that all traces of the chief had been washed away. Riddick slowly turned her so that she was facing him and began to rub his head all over her freshly cleaned skin, making sure to pay special attention to her breasts.
The feel of his stubble on her skin sent tremors through Jack’s body. “You wanna tell me what this is about?”
His hands slowly slid sown her slick skin, and she was awed at the possession in his eyes.
“Because Jack…”
Her breath hissed as he brought his head closer to her face, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke.
“The only man I ever wanna smell on you, is me.”
Riddick slanted his lips over hers and devoured her with his kiss. His tongue exploring the inside of her mouth, and running over the edges of her teeth. She kissed him back with equal abandon, and her tongue began to duel with his.
Breaking away from the kiss, Jack ran her mouth along the line of his jaw, stopping to lap and suck at his pulse point. “You know Riddick,” she spoke as she lapped at the water dripping down his skin. “We could bottle this water and make a killing with it. Can’t you just se the possibilities?” She sucked hard on his neck. “Riddick flavored water.”
He growled in response, and Jack started to slowly peel off his clothes. Once he was free of his shirt, her nimble fingers went to work on the buttons of his pants. A secretive smile played across her face as she decided it was time for some payback.
“You know what I would do if this shower was bigger, Riddick?” she asked innocently.
The buttons on his pants were now free, and she brought his manhood out, alternating between squeezing and rubbing as she spoke; her lips still moving along his corded neck muscles.
“I’d get down on my knees, and lick you up and down, like a Popsicle.” She squeezed and he groaned.
“I’d run my tongue all over your shaft, slowly torturing you. You’d put your hands on my head, urging me to hurry up. But then I’d palm your sac, and scratch my nails over that baby-fine skin of yours, making you stop.”
Her lips traveled up the line of his jaw, and she stopped to bite at his chin. “Then, when I was sure that you couldn’t take it anymore, I’d wrap my lips around your dick and suck you dry.”
Jack opened his mouth with hers, and mimicked to his tongue what she’d do to his cock.
Riddick growled as he kissed her back, frantically working his boots off so he could lose his pants. Jack laughed into his mouth at his desperation, all the while continually stroking the length of his shaft.
He pulled away momentarily to shuck off his pants, and then lifted Jack so that she was able to wrap her legs around his tapered waist, stopping before he entered her. He cupped his hand at the base of her neck, urging her head closer to him.
“You’re mouth shouldn’t write checks you aren’t prepared to cash, baby.” And he buried himself to the hilt with one thrust.
Jack almost came instantly, but she held on, wanting finish the ride with him.
It didn’t take long. This wasn’t the time for slow and tender; this was urgent, and furious. Riddick slammed his hips into hers, rattling the walls of her too small shower. He was close, and he knew it, so he reached down between them, and flicked her clit once.
Jack’s world exploded into a thousand points of brilliant white light, and she felt Riddick’s body begin to spasm right after her. She lovingly placed her hands on either side of his face, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Where’d you go?”
His hand was still cupped at the base of her neck, and his thumb idly stroked up and down her spine. “I went out for some supplies.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Supplies?”
“Yeah, you know, like honey, whipped cream, chocolate sauce,” each word was punctuated with a leisurely kiss on the lips. “And…shit!”
Jack laughed. “Okay, you had me until the ‘shit’ part.”
“No, it’s just that I picked up some condoms while I was out, and I forgot to use one.”
“Is that all?”
“What do you mean is that all? That’s a pretty important thing to remember, Jack.”
“Well, I know I’m disease free, and I’m pretty sure you’re disease free, so all that’s left is the problem of conception-which isn’t a problem at all.”
Riddick looked skeptically at her. “Really, and why is that.”
Jack reached down and knocked on her hip. “Implant,” she said simply. “Trust me, I can’t get pregnant with this in me.”
He raised an eyebrow at her to continue.
“I mean, it’s not like I sleep around or anything,” she said not meeting his eyes. “It’s just that I had kind of a scare after Toombs, and I decided to be proactive and take any necessary precautions if it ever happened again.”
Riddick pulled her closer, and wrapped his arms around her. No one’s ever gonna hurt you again Jack. He kissed her forehead. I promise.
“So how come we’re not out of hot water yet, Jack? You got an industrial sized water heater in this tub?”
Her head instantly perked up. “So what if I do?”
Chuckling, Riddick stepped out of the shower, bringing Jack with him. “You know, I also got a new set of sheets while I was out,” his voice was a seductive purr in her ear.
“Well then,” she whispered against his lips, “I suppose we should christen them, shouldn’t we?”
Title: Nothing to Lose
Chapter: Closer, 21/?
Rating: NC-17 for language and smut.
Summary: There ain't nothin' wrong, with a little bump and grind.
READ ME: I’ll keep this brief so you can get strait to the action. But you should listen to the song “We’re in This Together” by Nine Inch Nails as you read this.
His voice sent shivers down her spine. “Run.”
Jack looked into his eyes to see that Riddick was no longer there. In his place was something feral and wild, and it wanted a chase. She hopped off the counter and ducked around him as fast as he could in the pitch black of her ship.
Where to hide, where to hide? Jack was running purely on instinct. A part of her wanted to be caught, but the other was afraid the animal Riddick had become. She cautiously made her way down the ship’s unnaturally dark hallway.
Jack headed towards the kitchen and was just about to step in, when something stopped her. He’s in there. She wasn’t sure how she knew, or how he’d gotten there, but she could sense him. Cautiously, she backed away from the galley and moved to hide behind the couch. She crouched low and waited for a few moments. Hoping for any telltale sounds to give away Riddick’s position. Jack knew it was pointless, but she had to at least try. Hearing nothing, she gradually stood up and edged out of the den.
She hurried on her way to her bedroom, and was almost at the door, when Riddick’s body slammed up against her, pinning her back to the cold metal wall. His hands were everywhere on her naked flesh, kneading her breasts painfully as he sucked on her neck. She moaned his name and ran her hands over the taught muscles in his back.
Riddick growled against her flesh, his teeth nipping at her collarbone, as his mouth worked its way down her body.
Feeling bold, Jack tugged his ear between her teeth and nibbled her way up his freshly shaved head. Her teeth scraping along his smooth skin before she bit down on his head like she would an apple.
Riddick grunted in satisfaction as he pushed her off of him, slamming her against the wall again and making her head rattle. He feasted on her lips once more, sucking on her tongue and drawing mewling noises from her mouth into his. Jack’s breath hitched as Riddick began to grind his hips cruelly into hers.
Breaking the kiss, he left a trail of teeth marks from her chin to her ear as he began to torment her lobe. “Tell me to stop, Jack.” What was left of his rational side was trying to give her an out; letting her no he wouldn’t force her, at least not right now. But if she kept responding to him like this and tried to beg out later, he might not have a choice.
But Jack saved him from that dilemma as she snaked her hand between their bodies, and firmly cupped him. Riddick hissed through his teeth as she began to massage him through the fabric of his pants.
“If you stop now,” her voice was gruff with passion, “I’ll fucking kill you.”
Under normal circumstances, Riddick would’ve laughed, but right now, he was so far gone, all he could do was growl as he ground his pelvis further into her, making her cry out as it sent delicious frissons of sensation through her body.
Jack frantically tugged at his shirt as he pushed her bra down. A sound very much like a purr escaped his throat as he stared at the perfection that was her breasts. He began to knead them, squeezing her fleshy mounds almost painfully in his hands. Her head rolled back and she momentarily forgot about tugging his shirt from his body as she let herself get lost in the magic his fingers were working.
Through her lust filled haze, Jack finally managed to peel Riddick’s shirt from his body, and shuddered in pleasure as she ran her hands over his well-defined chest. His skin was on fire, and it burned her to touch it. Her hands eagerly roamed down his torso and back up, making sure to pinch his nipple sharply before she brought her lips to his chest and her hands reached around to squeeze his perfectly formed ass.
She gasped as Riddick forced her back off of him and took one of her pert nipples into his mouth, suckling fiercely as his hands held her in place against the wall.
Jack brought her knee up to his groin and steadily began to apply pressure to his coveted area, causing him to snap and lose what little control he had.
With a snarl, he tore his mouth away from her breast and yanked down her pants and panties, pooling them at her feet. Jack cried out his name as the rough fabric of his pants rubbed against her clit. “Riddick!”
He didn’t even bother to pull his down. He just unzipped them, and in one swift move, thrust his engorged cock into her. Jack gasped, and Riddick moaned at the sensation. He began to pump furiously into her, forgetting that she was injured, that this was Jack. She felt so tight, and so wet, and so right, he couldn’t have held back if he wanted to.
He felt Jack scratch her nails down his back, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils, sending him even farther over the edge. He lifted her up and tilted her hips so that he could pump harder and deeper, just as her moans were urging him to do.
Jack’s fingers were digging into his shoulders, leaving small red crescents as she arched her back to meet him, which she did. Thrust for thrust, their breathing and their movements became one. And just before she came, Jack threw back her head and yelled his name at the top of her lungs. The clenching of her inner walls made Riddick follow shortly after, and he bit down on her neck as the tremors wracked through his body.
Once the aftershocks had subsided, he slowly let Jack’s feet back onto the floor, his cock still inside her and his semen dripping down her legs. He gazed up at her to see an incredibly satisfied smile on her face.
She leaned her head forward and licked a bead of sweat from his neck. Jack felt him growing hard inside her again and smiled as Riddick picked her up wordlessly, and carried her into her bedroom.
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Hours later, Riddick looked down at a sleeping Jack and felt damned thrilled with himself. She lay sleeping on her stomach, half-covered by a single cotton sheet. His eyes traveled down her body, pleased at his handiwork and the plethora of bite marks and bruises that covered her body.
There was a particularly nasty one on her hip from where his fingers had dug in. He slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss on the bruise, his tongue slowly lapping over the discolored flesh as if the act alone could heal it.
Jack moaned softly in her sleep, making Riddick smile. He licked her hip once more. I bet she’d taste great with honey. Riddick slid noiselessly out of bed and threw on his discarded clothes, and went off to buy some.
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The silence gradually roused Jack from her sleep, and sighed as she stretched her satisfyingly sore muscles. Her hand idly reached out to where Riddick had been laying, only to find it empty. It was still warm, so he couldn’t have left that long ago.
Oh no, he left. Jack shot up in the bed and fought the urge to have a panic attack. She tried to slow her breathing as all the possible scenarios ran through her head. He wouldn’t leave for good would he? I mean, not after last night. But what if he has? What if I was just a way to release some tension? What if it didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me? What if I was awful?
On shaky legs she clambered out of bed and put on the first shirt she could find. Then, she grabbed her pack of smokes and wandered into the galley.
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The scent of her cigarettes was the first thing that greeted Riddick as he stepped aboard the ship, arms laden with various delectables and a new set of red sheets. He saw them in passing and thought the color would look great against Jack’s flushed skin.
He followed the heady smoke into the galley to see her at the table with her knees tucked under her and wearing a long-sleeved tunic. He watched from the entrance and smiled as one word crossed his mind. Mine.
But Riddick’s smile soon turned to a frown as a new scent reached his nose. It’s the chief. She’s wearing his shirt. Fuck no! He let the bag of groceries fall to the floor with a crash, making Jack jump, as he stormed towards her.
“Riddick?” her confusion was evident on her face as he loomed up behind her. At first, she was simply glad to see that he’d come back, but his behavior now was making her think otherwise. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” she yelled as he slung her over his shoulder caveman style and carted her out of the room.
“Riddick! Put me the fuck down! What the hell is wrong with you?”
His answer was to slap her on the ass as he carried her into the bathroom. He dimmed the lights so he could take off his glasses, and while still holding her struggling form over his shoulder; he turned on the hot water in the shower. He cautiously slid Jack down so that her chest was firmly held against his, but still kept an arm around her, holding her in place.
“Riddick,” her voice had an edge to it now. “I’m warning you, don’t even think about it.”
Still not speaking, he stepped into her too small shower and held them both under the spray.
Jack was coughing and sputtering in indignation as Riddick tried to rip the silk shirt, but now that it was wet, was unable to. Holding her against him with one arm, his other reached out to grab the shiv he’d found hidden behind her shampoo his first day on board.
“Hey!” she screeched as he cut the tunic in two, and threw both halves out of the shower. Then he reached for her soap, and worked a rich lather all over her body; ignoring her protests.
After he’d rinsed off Jack, he leaned forward and sniffed at her shoulder, pleased that all traces of the chief had been washed away. Riddick slowly turned her so that she was facing him and began to rub his head all over her freshly cleaned skin, making sure to pay special attention to her breasts.
The feel of his stubble on her skin sent tremors through Jack’s body. “You wanna tell me what this is about?”
His hands slowly slid sown her slick skin, and she was awed at the possession in his eyes.
“Because Jack…”
Her breath hissed as he brought his head closer to her face, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke.
“The only man I ever wanna smell on you, is me.”
Riddick slanted his lips over hers and devoured her with his kiss. His tongue exploring the inside of her mouth, and running over the edges of her teeth. She kissed him back with equal abandon, and her tongue began to duel with his.
Breaking away from the kiss, Jack ran her mouth along the line of his jaw, stopping to lap and suck at his pulse point. “You know Riddick,” she spoke as she lapped at the water dripping down his skin. “We could bottle this water and make a killing with it. Can’t you just se the possibilities?” She sucked hard on his neck. “Riddick flavored water.”
He growled in response, and Jack started to slowly peel off his clothes. Once he was free of his shirt, her nimble fingers went to work on the buttons of his pants. A secretive smile played across her face as she decided it was time for some payback.
“You know what I would do if this shower was bigger, Riddick?” she asked innocently.
The buttons on his pants were now free, and she brought his manhood out, alternating between squeezing and rubbing as she spoke; her lips still moving along his corded neck muscles.
“I’d get down on my knees, and lick you up and down, like a Popsicle.” She squeezed and he groaned.
“I’d run my tongue all over your shaft, slowly torturing you. You’d put your hands on my head, urging me to hurry up. But then I’d palm your sac, and scratch my nails over that baby-fine skin of yours, making you stop.”
Her lips traveled up the line of his jaw, and she stopped to bite at his chin. “Then, when I was sure that you couldn’t take it anymore, I’d wrap my lips around your dick and suck you dry.”
Jack opened his mouth with hers, and mimicked to his tongue what she’d do to his cock.
Riddick growled as he kissed her back, frantically working his boots off so he could lose his pants. Jack laughed into his mouth at his desperation, all the while continually stroking the length of his shaft.
He pulled away momentarily to shuck off his pants, and then lifted Jack so that she was able to wrap her legs around his tapered waist, stopping before he entered her. He cupped his hand at the base of her neck, urging her head closer to him.
“You’re mouth shouldn’t write checks you aren’t prepared to cash, baby.” And he buried himself to the hilt with one thrust.
Jack almost came instantly, but she held on, wanting finish the ride with him.
It didn’t take long. This wasn’t the time for slow and tender; this was urgent, and furious. Riddick slammed his hips into hers, rattling the walls of her too small shower. He was close, and he knew it, so he reached down between them, and flicked her clit once.
Jack’s world exploded into a thousand points of brilliant white light, and she felt Riddick’s body begin to spasm right after her. She lovingly placed her hands on either side of his face, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Where’d you go?”
His hand was still cupped at the base of her neck, and his thumb idly stroked up and down her spine. “I went out for some supplies.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Supplies?”
“Yeah, you know, like honey, whipped cream, chocolate sauce,” each word was punctuated with a leisurely kiss on the lips. “And…shit!”
Jack laughed. “Okay, you had me until the ‘shit’ part.”
“No, it’s just that I picked up some condoms while I was out, and I forgot to use one.”
“Is that all?”
“What do you mean is that all? That’s a pretty important thing to remember, Jack.”
“Well, I know I’m disease free, and I’m pretty sure you’re disease free, so all that’s left is the problem of conception-which isn’t a problem at all.”
Riddick looked skeptically at her. “Really, and why is that.”
Jack reached down and knocked on her hip. “Implant,” she said simply. “Trust me, I can’t get pregnant with this in me.”
He raised an eyebrow at her to continue.
“I mean, it’s not like I sleep around or anything,” she said not meeting his eyes. “It’s just that I had kind of a scare after Toombs, and I decided to be proactive and take any necessary precautions if it ever happened again.”
Riddick pulled her closer, and wrapped his arms around her. No one’s ever gonna hurt you again Jack. He kissed her forehead. I promise.
“So how come we’re not out of hot water yet, Jack? You got an industrial sized water heater in this tub?”
Her head instantly perked up. “So what if I do?”
Chuckling, Riddick stepped out of the shower, bringing Jack with him. “You know, I also got a new set of sheets while I was out,” his voice was a seductive purr in her ear.
“Well then,” she whispered against his lips, “I suppose we should christen them, shouldn’t we?”
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