Free His Virtual Bride by Dee Brice

awareness, he cleared his throat.
    Arms still around each other, Herma-Frodie looked at him.
    "Is she in danger?" Geoff asked.
    "Only from you," Frodie replied sotto voce .
    Herma poked his ribs and he winced.
    Geoff laughed, completely convinced by Frodie's caustic remark the couple was real. That they were the hermaphrodite who'd meddled in his extended family's love lives for years.
    "We didn't help her win all those credits," Herma vowed, sounding defensive.
    "Whatever fixing of the machine that went on, Miss Keely did herself."
    Flummoxed, Geoff collapsed into a chair that conveniently appeared under him. "Thanks."
    "Easier than picking you up off the deck."
    Flashing a shut up look at her mate, Herma went on. "We don't know how she did it."
    "But…Keely fixed it?"
    "The casino management thought she did. They checked the machine's databanks for a couple of hours. When they found no signs of tampering of any kind, they paid her."
    "Only after they searched her for any electronic or magnetic gizmos she might have used," Frodie explained, helpful for the first time Geoff could recall.
    "Afterwards…" Herma shut her mouth and refused to look at Geoff or Frodie.
    "Afterward?" the men insisted.
    "I…I asked the machine if Keely had somehow done something magical to it."
    "Had she?" Geoff demanded in his softest flight commander's voice. Even The Honey obeyed that voice.
    Herma obeyed as well, saying, "No. The machine told me he liked her voice when she talked to him. And he especially liked her touch when she patted his belly."
    "Jonathan Jacob Jones," Geoff swore softly. That short, bossy female had become a femme fatale .
    "Is Geoff hungry now?" Frodie asked
    "No! But I could use a drink. A stiff…"
    A large snifter--filled to the brim with Saturnian brandy--appeared in his hand. "Thanks." He drank half of it in a long, throat- and gut-burning gulp.

    The next morning Geoff awoke in the copilot's chair. He couldn't remember getting there. But, with his head feeling as large as Keely's big blue and white Earth marble, he wasn't surprised at his memory lapse. Worse, his mouth felt as if he'd swallowed every piece of space dust in the entire galaxy.
    A glass of something reddish–orange appeared under his nose. It stank like sulfur, but he drank it anyway. Hell, he'd drink hemlock if he believed it would cure his hangover.
    "Better?" Keely's amused voice seemed to bounce off the flight deck's bulkhead before pounding on his head.
    "No," he groaned, opening his eyes. Blinking rapidly, he managed to focus on her face. With her freckles dotting her nose and her eyes looking down at him with concerned amusement, she looked like a freshly scrubbed schoolgirl. One of those underage sirens in a short plaid skirt, prim white blouse and knee-high socks that could tempt all the saints in the universe and make them believe hell a better place than heaven.
    Chuckling softly, she brushed her fingers over his forehead. The pain he eased. "Better?" she asked again.
    "A little."
    Somehow she managed to sit him up and straddle his legs. Oh boy ! His cock celebrated the heat of her pelvis pressed against it. His brain yelped with the quake of blood that raced through it to every nerve ending in his body. Yet everywhere she touched felt better and better.
    "Bet you were healer in that life you can't remember." When her fingers left his temples, the pounding renewed. Opening his eyes, he pleaded, "Don't stop."
    "What makes you think I'm a healer?"
    "You have magical hands."
    "Uh-huh. I suppose you've had a lot of experience with magical hands."
    "Not personally," he admitted, pleased by the under note of jealousy in her melodious voice. "My cousin is married to Venusian healer whose grandmother is also one."
    "Is she--your cousin's wife--the same Venusian whore who stole your cousin from Queen Paris?"
    "There was no stealing involved. Connor fell for Kendra like ten tons of space junk the minute he saw her. Besides, Ki--Paris should be