Free Holmes by Anna Hackett Page A

was with her, carting a large medical box. The doctor knelt, her white lab coat spreading out around her on the pavement.
    “Hmm, got something new for me, I see.”
    Adam gritted his teeth. Perspiration broke out on his forehead. “Well, I didn’t think you were busy enough.”
    Emerson snorted. “Thanks for thinking of me.” She prodded the alien thing with a scalpel, and then held up her small hand-held scanner.
    “It had little tentacles, Doc,” Liberty said. “Four of them. And now he can’t move his legs.”
    Grimly, Emerson nodded. “I can see the tentacles.” She raised her head. “They’re embedded in your skin, traveling up your veins.”
    Adam grimaced.
    “I can get it off, but it’ll hurt.” The doctor’s tone was matter-of-fact. “The longer it stays, the more embedded it’ll get. Not to mention, it’ll try to do whatever the hell it is designed to do.”
    “What’s that?” Adam managed to get out. The pain was reaching unbearable levels, and his gut was heaving.
    “I have no idea,” Emerson replied. “But I’m sure it isn’t nice.”
    He squeezed his eyes closed. “Do it.” When he opened his eyes, he saw Emerson share a look with Liberty.
    Liberty’s hands tightened on him. He turned to look at her.
    And that’s when Emerson cut into the alien bug.
    It was like acid pouring into his veins. He gritted his teeth and felt Emerson cutting and tugging at the creature.
    The insect-thing squirmed frantically, trying to burrow harder into his arm.
    “Goddammit!” he growled.
    Liberty’s hands cupped his face. “You’re doing fine. Look at me.”
    He couldn’t focus on anything but the pain.
    “Look at me.”
    There was a snap to her voice and he jerked his gaze to hers. And got trapped by blue eyes.
    “That’s it.” She stroked his cheeks. “Just focus on me.”
    Actually, that was pretty easy to do. “No…hardship looking at you.”
    She smiled. “Charmer. Didn’t know you had it in you, General.”
    “Adam.”
    “Adam.”
    He felt the doctor really pulling, and things sliding inside his arm. Sweat rolled down the side of his temple.
    “Think of something else,” Liberty whispered quietly, just for him. “Something that feels good.”
    “That’s pretty easy to do.” He kept his eyes locked on hers. He was afraid if he didn’t he’d fold under the pain. “I’ll imagine what I did last night.”
    Liberty bit down on her lip. “I’ll imagine it too.” Heat flared in her eyes.
    He didn’t care that others were nearby, or that he shouldn’t indulge in this attraction with her. In this moment, it was just him and Liberty, no one else.
    The tip of her tongue came out and touched her upper lip, and Adam almost groaned.
    “Almost there,” the doctor said, her voice breaking into his thoughts. “You’re doing great.”
    The pain cascaded back in on Adam, stiffening his muscles.
    “No.” Liberty palmed his cheek and forced him to look her way again. “Just me. Right here.” She pressed her cheek to his, her mouth at his ear. “Remember what we did, me going down on you, sucking that big cock of yours into my mouth.” A hot, dirty whisper.
    Damn . Adam jerked.
    “Sorry,” the doc said again, completely unaware that she wasn’t to blame.
    Liberty kept a tight hold on him, staying in control. Her tongue licked the shell of his ear. “You liked it when you spilled all over my belly, didn’t you?”
    Jesus, he was going to get a fucking hard-on while having a damn alien weapon surgically removed from his arm. His life was officially crazy.
    All because of one decadent temptress.
    “Yes,” he growled.
    Her other hand stroked in a soothing movement on his chest. “I liked it too. Just as much as when you had those clever fingers of yours between my legs. I’d like to know what your mouth feels like there, sucking on my clit.”
    “Liberty, whatever you’re distracting him with, keep it up,” Emerson said. “I don’t know how he’s enduring this, it