And so she unclenched her fingers and wrapped her arms around Trey’s neck as he deepened the kiss. I can do this, she told herself. Really, what was so difficult about letting such a devastatingly handsome man seduce her? In front of D.T., no less? Self-indulgent scoundrel deserved it, after all. She’d finally get her revenge for the endless amounts of time he spent at the Pleasure Clubs, for she was sure he toiled away the days with Pleasure Providers.
Now was the chance for Gizelle to even the score. And secure an added bonus, getting the General to take up the command he was born to lead.
As Trey’s kiss deepened, she couldn’t help but think of how D.T. would respond to seeing an intimate moment like this. But something else occurred to Gizelle, too, a wicked thought that really had no business infiltrating her mind, but which had taken up residency earlier in the day and continued to demand her attention because of Trey’s skilled hands on her body and the erotic dance his tongue engaged hers in.
Making love with both D.T. and Trey would be one seriously mind-blowing experience. And it just might be the only way to forgive D.T. for his decadent Pleasure Planet indulgences.
She moved her hands to Trey’s chest and shoved lightly to break their incredibly hot kiss. “Okay, stud. You’ve proven your point.” She was breathless, in fact. “As well as your value in this situation.”
Trey grinned at her as he stepped away.
Gizelle didn’t dare stand, for fear her knees would knock together and her legs would collapse beneath her following such a stellar kiss.
“Now.” She sucked in some much-needed oxygen. “We need to find D.T. I’m sure after our argument, he’s sought entertainment.” She rolled her eyes, but fought off the wave of jealousy that threatened to wash over her. Business was business. That was what this was. She had a mission to accomplish and regardless of whether she found D.T. in the arms of a Pleasure Provider or two, she would see this through.
Because there was something in the way he’d kissed her, touched her, made love to her, that told Gizelle he really would care if he saw her in the arms of another man. How vehemently he reacted—and what he’d do to remedy the situation—she couldn’t guarantee. So that meant she’d have to pull out all the stops, too.
Steeling herself for what would surely be the most decadent night of her life, Gizelle finally found the strength to stand without wobbling on her tall heels. She pointed an accusatory finger at Trey. “Stop gloating. It was just a kiss.”
“A prelude,” he countered with another sexy look, “to victory.”
“Yes.” Gizelle latched onto the sentiment. “Victory. That’s what this is all about.”
And her patriotism and sense of duty helped her to believe she was making a much-needed sacrifice for the survival of an entire galaxy and its inhabitants.
Some sacrifice.
Chapter Seven
D.T. had had enough Scotch for the evening, but he took another sip anyway. It was really unfortunate that he wasn’t drunk. He should be by now, but there was some sort of internal programming that caused him to remain alert and attuned to his surroundings even though he’d downed a good half-bottle between the liquor he’d had at home and the refills he’d had thus far at the Pleasure Club.
As his wrist rotated slowly, causing the whisky to swirl in the expensive crystal glass, he tried to lose himself in the sensual music that wafted through the club, mixed with the erotic sounds around him. D.T. sat at one of the few small, intimate tables in the lounge. Mostly, the dimly lit room was filled with dark blue sofas and oversized chairs. Plush and inviting, and nearly all of them were occupied by couples, threesomes or foursomes indulging their darkest passions and wildest fantasies.
The soft, glittery rays from the chandeliers cast shadows over scantily clad and fully naked bodies respectively. The inky blackness crept up the mahogany wood paneling of the walls. This could have been any nightclub on Earth a century ago. D.T. was a history buff and he liked all things vintage, not just his Scotch. This particular club was elegant and sophisticated, matching the clientele. It was unlike the majority of the Pleasure Clubs on PX330, which was the exact reason D.T. preferred it. Rather than having loud music with a hard-driving beat, harsh, multi-colored lighting, and furniture and fixtures indicative of today’s cutting-edge style, D.T.’s club of choice was more subdued. Upscale and tasteful. Yet still erotically stimulating.
All of which made him think of Gizelle. He had to shake his head from the crowded thoughts, images of making love with her earlier in the night. Too bad the moans coming from all around him reminded him of hers. They were soft and feminine, filled with pleasure and desire, mingled with a sense of urgency. As he glanced over his shoulder, D.T. caught sight of a couple occupying one of the large chairs. The woman sat perched on the edge, her long, bare legs spread wide and draped over the arms of the chair. The man between her legs licked her pussy in determined strokes that seemed to keep her in a constant state of arousal. With her head thrown back and her bare breasts jiggling slightly, she looked ready for a good, hard fuck.
D.T.’s cock twitched. Not because he wanted to be the one to fuck her, but because he couldn’t help but think about Gizelle and how passionately she’d responded to him tonight. She’d rode him slowly at first, building their desire to the point of boiling. And then she’d taken him deep in her tight, wet pussy. Sweet lord, he’d wanted to come that very second. By contrast, he’d wanted to fuck her all night long. Would have, if she hadn’t gotten off on her tangent, determined to find General Dylan Tanner and bribe him to return to Earth with her.
“Fuck,” he mumbled.
Hadn’t she blown out of his dwelling in record time—with the gold, no less—when he’d refused to return to the war?
D.T. slammed his glass of Scotch and silently prayed it would finally, finally, numb his senses.
No such luck. When he lifted his gaze from the glass and saw Gizelle standing a mere four or five feet away from him, his cock swelled and his heart hammered in his chest.
She wore that incredibly sexy outfit that was blatantly revealing. Her rosy nipples were tight and pressed against the sheer fabric of her blouse. Her long, light brown hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, making his fingers itch to stroke the silky strands as he kissed her long and hard.
Settling a little more comfortably in his chair, he said, “You can tease me with that outfit all you want, sweetheart. I’m not going back to our galaxy.”
“I’ll give you points for being so damned obstinate,” she said. “But you lose some for your extreme arrogance. I’m not here for you, D.T.” Her gaze lifted above his head and a sexy smile tipped her full, luscious, red-tinted lips. “I’m here for him.”
It took a good deal of effort for D.T. to tear his gaze from the beautiful sight before him, but curiosity got the best of him. He glanced over his shoulder again and found a tall, broad-framed man stalk forward with purpose. It was the man D.T. had seen Gizelle with earlier. Trey, she’d called him. A man who looked disturbingly familiar, as though D.T. were looking in a mirror. The unruly, midnight-colored hair and onyx eyes the stranger possessed could very well have made him D.T.’s twin.
And the wicked glint in those eyes, as they landed hungrily on Gizelle, as if no one else in the club existed, made D.T.’s temper flare. What the hell was this?
D.T.’s own black eyes narrowed as he watched the stranger approach Gizelle, wrap an arm around her small waist and turn her so her back was to D.T. Then he boldly kissed Gizelle, his mouth crushing over hers, his tongue obviously delving deep.