Chapter 6: I’d Have Baked a Cake – part 5

Shane’s day had started out decently enough. Harris hadn’t been there when Shane awoke, but that was okay. She and Jacob had rested. That was the whole point. Looking forward to sharing his bed with her wasn’t strange at all.

With the nanotech tryptophan repressor project approaching deadline, Shane was distracted all morning and most of the afternoon. When his empty stomach refused to be ignored any longer he hurried to the cafeteria to grab a burger. There he nearly collided with Harris and rediscovered an entirely different appetite.

After their two word conversation Shane deliberately didn’t run to the fast food counter. He remembered to get the burger, but didn’t remember deciding to eat in his quarters. He didn’t even eat the damned hamburger right away. Instead Shane found himself standing in the doorway to his bedroom staring at the rumpled sheets. Harris’ scent lingered in the room. When he closed his eyes he relived the waves of contentment rolling off of her and their son, the warmth of her body, soft curves, and lazy breaths.

Before long Shane was rock-hard and ready to crawl out of his skin. Joon, he thought, taking a step toward the exit. Shane didn’t go any further than that because it was the middle of the goddamned day. He’d have to drag his head assistant away from her work, which would threaten the deadline and get the rumor mill in gear. Instead he jerked off again, feeling like a lonely, horny teenager.

At least I managed not to smell her pillow, Shane grumbled as he tore into the hamburger. Unfortunately that got him thinking about how good she smelled, then how she felt, and the cycle started again. Cursing the woman, Shane gulped down the rest of his lunch and hurried back to the lab. There he was safe.

Shane was safe for the rest of the day. He had one of his assistants bring dinner to the lab for him. But by 11 p.m. he was fading fast. When he started making mistakes he headed back to his quarters.

Once there Shane deliberately didn’t check the bedroom. Instead he checked for messages on the videophone, skimmed over the daily news feed, and got ready for bed.

Lying naked in his bed surrounded by his and Harris’ scents was simultaneously pleasant and nerve-racking. Shane wanted her there while hating the fact that he wanted her there. She was usually a stone-cold bitch. How could he possibly want to be around the woman except to fuck her, which he’d be more than happy to do if he could protect himself from her freakishly strong psionics?

She’d had hours to fry his brain last night and the night before. Why hadn’t she? Because of Jacob? It couldn’t have been for sex because she hadn’t made a move. Apparently very pregnant women could safely have sex—he’d checked—so that wasn’t a problem.

Between Addison’s scent on the bed sheets and thinking about sex, even clinically, his penis decided to get in on the act again. Growling with frustration, Shane sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face. I gotta go find Joo—

Light flashed through Shane’s eyelids. He looked up to find Harris standing at the foot of his bed staring at him. The dim light shone off of her satin robe, which was pulled tight over her breasts and belly.

Shane lunged for her. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he pulled her as close as he dared, being mindful of their unborn son. Their mouths met as his dick grazed the underside of her belly. Shane moaned, grateful that his brain wasn’t fried yet.


Fear and lust coursed through Addison when Myers grabbed her, and her mental shields faltered. His desire and apprehension washed over her. There was no aggression. No maliciousness. With her fear assuaged, instinct took over.

Their mouths and tongues engaged as Myers’ hands canvassed her body. Addison did the same, sliding her palms across the smooth planes of his back. Their minds touched and entwined, elevating their desire. They drank each other.

Myers slid one hand under her robe. He cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple and enticing it to a hardened nub. Addison moaned into Myers’ mouth as she shrugged off the fabric. His flushed, toned body pressed against hers. Addison threw her head back and gasped, and he worked his mouth down her jaw to her throat. For a moment the wet heat of his mouth vanished, then latched on her nipple. Addison shivered as his tongue lathed the sensitive tissue. His teeth bit gently, and her knees buckled. Myers guided her onto the bed without breaking his eager suckling.

Now hot, wet, and aching, Addison could no longer deny that she wanted this man. She’d wanted him since that night in the hallway, when he’d so easily backed off. The memory gave her pause. Myers was there now, mentally and physically. Would he stay? Was this another ploy to demonstrate how he could make her lose control?

Addison pulled back. She grabbed Myers’ face, turning it so she could meet his eyes. He stared back with dilated pupils. Confusion joined his lust and hunger. “What’s wrong?”

Addison felt his concern. Satisfied, she leaned in to kiss him. Nothing. Nothing now.


Harris’ mind caressed Shane’s, which was thrilling and a little scary. Good, he said. Harris was as physically and psychically exposed as he was and she’d done nothing but return his ardor. Maybe this once things would be simple.

Addison’s body was divine. With their minds mingling he felt what she felt, which was bizarre but mostly erotic. His heightened sense of her helped him feed her desire while avoiding tender, sensitive areas. How she could be aroused while in so much discomfort was beyond his understanding, but he wasn’t complaining. Feeling Jacob in the back of his mind was disconcerting, but easy to ignore with Addison’s body pressed against his.

They touched and teased and explored each other until Shane couldn’t wait any longer. “Wait,” he gasped. I want to be inside you. Her surge of ardor nearly made him come.

Addison rolled on her side, putting her back to him. This way, she purred, pushing him against her telekinetically. Despite her enticing wetness Shane didn’t enter her immediately. Instead he touched every part of her that he could reach with his hands, giving extra attention to her breasts.

Before long she was writhing in his arms, much like she’d been weeks ago in the hallway. This time was so much better since he could feel her, their combined desire, and their tentative, fledgling trust. The latter was nothing like the understanding that Shane and Joon had. That was more like rules for a game. This was… Shane wasn’t sure what it was, but it was deeper and sensual and frightening.

Addison bucked when his fingers finally made their way between her legs. Now! Oh, god now, please, Shane, Addison begged. Please! To his surprise, Shane didn’t feel like he’d won. There was no need to gloat. He wanted to please her as much as he wanted to be pleased.

I want you, Addison, he admitted as he thrust into her. You’re— Ripples of pleasure surged through them. “—amazing…” The word was more of a strangled shout as climax exploded.

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8 Responses to “Chapter 6: I’d Have Baked a Cake – part 5”

  1. daymon July 7, 2009 at 2:43 pm #

    Yes no brain frying is good, I like my brain uncooked as well.

    Oh that is getting steamy in there. Now I wonder how the morning after is going to be. Hopefully they are still getting along.

    • nancy July 7, 2009 at 5:23 pm #

      We shall see. :)

      Thanks for your comments!

  2. Eonknight July 7, 2009 at 3:44 pm #

    I wonder how Daniel will react to this surprising turn of events… together, I suspect they’re more than a match for anything Triptych may throw at them…

    I love it! :-)

    • nancy July 7, 2009 at 5:24 pm #

      Somehow I don’t think that Daniel will be pleased.

      Glad you’re enjoying the story so much!

    • Jerry July 10, 2009 at 12:10 pm #

      I don’t imagine Daniel will be at all pleased. Here you have what appears to be the two most powerful psychics united by their son whom he had apparently intended to have control over. I’m sure they’ll both be firmly against anything like that. Or who knows, maybe the authors are really devious and that was his plan all along! :)

      • nancy July 10, 2009 at 1:41 pm #

        Well, we are pretty devious… Nevertheless, I ain’t tellin’! 😀

  3. Karen August 20, 2009 at 4:51 pm #

    You’re making this incredibly hard for me to read small sections during the day! I am late now already because I can’t stop reading! Thank you! :o)

    • nancy August 20, 2009 at 8:19 pm #

      I can’t say that I’m glad you’re late, but I’m glad you’re finding SLB to be a page-turner. 😀

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