Free Captive Heroes by Jan Springer Page B

her masturbate.
    Her lust only grew when, earlier this morning, she’d accepted his cock into her mouth. Sweet oblivion couldn’t be better than when she’d orgasmed at her own hands with his cock thrusting into her throat.
    She blew out a hot breath and advanced a few steps into the clear, cold water. Soft sand shifted beneath her sore feet, instantly massaging her toes. Even the sand beneath her feet shifted with an erotic touch. Her pussy creamed as she stepped deeper and the water splashed against her skirt. She looked down to see the flimsy garment floating on the water all around her.
    For a moment she was like a ballerina, her skirt billowing as she twirled. Goodness, it reminded her of being back in a dance room at the age of five, struggling with ballet lessons. Her parents had taken pity on her and yanked her out of dance classes.
    They’d asked her what brought her the most happiness and she’d said animals. Her dad had then accompanied her to the local animal shelter where they’d both volunteered a couple of hours every Sunday afternoon for many years. It was at the shelter she’d decided to become a veterinarian.
    Then, halfway through her second year of veterinary school, her brothers had sent back a mysterious code embedded in a message for NASA. A couple of her brothers’ astronaut friends were able to decipher the meaning—no one should return to this planet. Their theory was that they had traveled through a time warp or some sort of time fragment. They had mentioned finding an exact replica of the Statue of Liberty decaying on some sandy beach. It was eerily reminiscent of a classic movie she’d seen about three astronauts who’d landed on a future Earth where the planet had been run by apes.
    Thankfully this planet wasn’t inhabited by talking apes. Instead she had a sexy stud on her hands and yet another wave of lust crashing through her.
    Kayla bit her bottom lip again and whimpered at the erotic heat wreaking havoc on her senses.
    Dear mercy, the wild way her blood was rushing through her veins had her heart crashing against her chest in anticipation of sex. The tension inside her continued to mount and her thoughts all seemed to zero in on one thing.
    Sex! With this guy who was making a fern bed for her!
    Shit.
    She needed to get laid or her brain was going to literally fry and her body would soon follow.
    Cupping her hands into the cold water, she splashed her breasts, hoping to douse the flames of lust. The caressing liquid only made things worse. The heat burning through her slipped up a couple of notches. Oh boy! She was getting way too aroused. She needed some relief. Maybe she could just sneak over to the other side of the river and lose herself in some hot self-fulfillment in that bouquet of ferns.
    She was about to do just that when she smelled him.
    Male. Sexy. Close.
    Wow! Did her body know how to react or did her body know how to react?
    She was drenched with anticipation. Shaking with need when his body heat seared her backside and his hands curled over the swell of her hips.
    Kayla cried out at the hot intensity of his touch.
    “Bend over,” he whispered.
    She drew in a sharp breath at his words. “What…what about protection?”
    He kissed the area of her neck where it met her shoulder.
    “Protection?” he murmured and licked her throat.
    She could barely control the excitement racing through her as he kissed behind her ear lobe.
    For a moment she almost said, “To hell with protection. To hell with the consequences.” But she cried in frustration as an inner voice warned her to be careful.
    “Birth control. STDs,” she gasped and suddenly realized this guy wasn’t from Earth. He was a stranger in a strange land.
    “I’ve had the required birth control shots. The woman with the Hero brothers, Dr. Annie, gave them to us…” He licked her again, this time at the nape of her neck. Unbelievably erotic shivers charged through her in sensual waves.
    A woman with her