An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication www.ellorascave.com Jude’s Choice ISBN 9781419911019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Jude’s Choice Copyright © 2007 Kaenar Langford Edited by Helen Woodall. Photography and cover art by Les Byerley. Electronic book Publication June 2007 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310- 3502. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously. Content Advisory: S – ENSUOUS E – ROTIC X – TREME Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E- rotic), and X (X-treme). The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated E–rotic. S-ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination. E-rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. E-rated titles might contain material that some readers find objectionable—in other words, almost anything goes, sexually. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry in terms of both sexual language and descriptiveness in these works of literature. X-treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Stories designated with the letter X tend to contain difficult or controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart. .
Dedication To my husband and sons—who do all they can to support my writing habit To my friend Bea—who started it all with an ad in her bookstore To my editor Helen Woodall—who is always there and who always encourages me To my friends and colleagues—who never fail to make me feel like one in a million .
Jude’s Choice Chapter One “So how long do you think this one will last?” Angelina asked Delia as they watched him rock back and forth, sweat coursing down his face. They could see how hard it was for him to hold on. The muscles in his shoulders were as taut as steel and his face was suffused from the exertion. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer but he refused to let go. All the others had gone off too soon and he needed to show he could go the distance. Now he was furiously pumping up and down, trying to stay on, trying to keep the upper hand, so to speak. He probably had no idea what kind of a ride he was going to get until it was too late. He looked down but couldn’t focus on the body below him, the images blurring as he heaved and bucked, trying desperately to stay on top. “I still can’t believe people would want an audience for this kind of thing!” Angelina said. “You’d think that they wouldn’t want anyone to see them when they can’t hold on any longer.” “It must be some kind of macho thing,” Delia mused. “You know what I mean, Lina. Even if they blow too soon at least everyone gets to see what a stud they are for wanting to do it in front of us all.” “Too bad they don’t have this kind of thing back home,” Angelina continued, “but I guess if you hadn’t screwed up that last mission to Antelika we wouldn’t be taking this forced vacation to begin with.” “I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” Delia shouted over the roar of the crowd as they cheered him on. “It’s better than the stopover you organized last year on that pirate planet. At least we don’t have to worry about getting seasick this time.” “How was I to know that the top two fighter pilots in the Wardelian League would be brought low by a lousy case of mal de mer? You’d think that two women who can 5 .
Kaenar Langford thread a Pyrian cruiser through the eye of a needle could spend a week on a fake pirate ship without getting sick.” Angelina shook her head, remembering the humiliation of a week at sea, on her back, without a man on top of her. What a waste of horizontal space, not to mention a three-day layover thrown away to boot! Groans from the crowd brought her back to the present just in time to see the latest entry thrown to the ground amid the hoots and hollers of the watchers. Turning to her captain, she asked, a sparkle in her eye, “By the way, what did you think of that big, gorgeous guy who was up just before this one? I was disappointed that he didn’t last.” Happy to forget their ill-fated pirate holiday, Delia turned to her friend and said with a laugh, “I thought he would have been able to stay on longer. I would have liked to see him up close. When he peeled off his t-shirt and climbed on top I thought I was going to faint.” The two women had been friends since the academy when they had to prove to the young hotshot males that they were just as good. Being the only females in a group of testosterone-laden men set them together right from the day they arrived on Tenta as newbies. They had toughed it out and proven they were just as smart, just as wily and just as good at flying as any of the men. In fact, they had proven to be better. Delia couldn’t wish for a better man at her back than this woman. As Angelina got up to get a better look as the latest guy got into position Delia had to laugh. For someone who hadn’t wanted to take this forced holiday, Angelina certainly was interested. Maybe she just needed to get laid. Hell! Who didn’t! Protecting the galaxy from evil didn’t leave the two of them much time for a sex life and a one-night stand didn’t appeal to Delia. As Angelina forced her way to the front of the crowd, she looked back and gave Delia a naughty wink. She knew that look. Her friend had zeroed in on a likely candidate to warm her bunk for the night. What could she say? Lina was old enough to make her own choices. As she watched her friend melt into the crowd, she felt a light touch on the back of her neck as if someone had gently stroked a feather across her skin. She shivered in response but when she put her hand up to brush it away there was 6 .
Jude’s Choice nothing there. She swiveled in her chair to look behind her but everyone was intent on the action and not a soul was nearby. Turning back, Delia watched in fascination as another one couldn’t hold on any longer and fell in a heap, sweating and out of breath. The crowd moved forward, egging the next man on, encouraging him as he mounted. Delia and Angelina had seen the ad in the local paper and had come to see what it was all about. Delia had no idea so many men would want to be thrown by a mechanical bull. It seemed crazy and a bit dangerous but the men lined up and took a turn getting thrown, one after another, onto their keister. But what else would you expect on a cowboy planet? Many of them were being pushed forward by their friends while others wanted to impress their girlfriend. How flopping at your girl’s feet in an ignominious heap would impress her was beyond Delia’s ken. The whole idea of planets devoted to fantasy themes had seemed so ludicrous when the Wardelian League had suggested the idea to the Galactic Council but the concept had proven to be hugely popular with new theme planets being added as quickly as the League could get them up and running. The list of planets was varied, that’s for sure. As well as a pirate planet and the cowboy planet there were endless varieties of entertainment to be had. Some of the ideas that the Council had come up with had turned out to be hugely popular like the planet of unrequited love or damsels in distress. Delia thought it was bad enough living these things in your daily life without having them be a holiday destination. She recalled some of the other planets listed on her compugram when she had to research a quick holiday for the two of them after that little incident on Antelika—a circus planet, a cop planet, a porn planet, a debutante planet, a famous cities of Old Earth planet. Some of them sounded intriguing but some of them just sounded silly. Delia had always thought that the Victorian planet sounded interesting. Any reading she’d done about that time on Earth made it seem like an interesting era, sexual repression on the surface but hidden debauchery underneath. Something wanton and naughty in her wanted to be a love slave or perhaps hold a man as her love slave. 7 .
Kaenar Langford She could think of one man in particular that she’d love to have at her mercy. She’d only had a brief glimpse of him once on Tristar 234 when she and Angelina had stopped there to refuel but that glimpse had fueled erotic fantasies for weeks to come. They’d been in the middle of a rescue mission to some backwater planet and out of time as always, yet she could remember every detail of the encounter. He had been hauling his latest “catch” to his cruiser and the stupid son of a bitch thought he’d make a last-ditch attempt to get away. The bounty hunter had hauled him up against his chest and whispered in his ear. The poor bastard had peed his pants and had never made another sound. Delia had been standing with her mouth open, watching the interplay, when he had whirled and looked right at her as if she’d just popped up on his radar screen. A wry smile had lit up his face as he had given her body a slow perusal, his hand around the felon’s neck. As his eyes had traveled down her, Delia had sworn she could feel his hands touching her, pebbling her nipples, stroking her belly, nudging her clit. She had known he hadn’t moved yet his touch was marking her, claiming her. Dragging his prisoner with him, he had moved over to stand in front of her. Delia had never backed down from a fight but the sheer animal power of this man had made her feel tiny and edgy as he had loomed over her. Leaning down, he had put out his tongue and licked below her ear. Delia had stood frozen as he had marked her. “I’ll find you,” he had growled then had turned and disappeared into the rag tag crowd. Delia’s face flooded with color as she remembered his smell, his face. Maybe she wasn’t ready for the Victorian planet yet! She and Lina still had the rest of the week to spend on the cowboy planet and with chuck wagon races, barrel racing, trail rides and a rodeo it looked like their schedule was going to be busy. Too bad she couldn’t work up any enthusiasm for the activities. Wardelian scientists had managed to reproduce as much as they could of the cowboy world from twenty-first-century Earth right down to horses and Brahma bulls but she wasn’t a landlocked woman. Her link was to the sky. Perhaps it was because her years as a Pyrian fighter had allowed her to see so much of the galaxy that the sky was her home. Maybe she just needed to get out of here and get some air or get laid! 8 .
Jude’s Choice Laying her right hand up and across her breast, Delia tapped the tiny communicator to get in touch with Lina. Her ears were filled with the sounds of gasping and groaning, a sure sign that her navigator had succeeded in her quest. “Sorry to interrupt,” she whispered, “but I’m headed back to the cabin for the night.” For a second she thought that Lina wouldn’t answer then she heard her partner’s breathless reply. “Ooooookay,” she groaned. “Don’t wait up for me.” The connection broken, Delia shook her head. She’d love to have sex but she wasn’t going to pick up a man for a quick fix. She had her handy vibrator for that. Funny how some things had changed very little from Old Earth. Guess it’s hard to improve on a good thing and face it, the male anatomy hadn’t changed in two thousand years so why should dildos. Somehow the prospect of an evening, or even five minutes, with a substitute cock didn’t really excite her. Visions of the bounty hunter from Tristar 234 appeared in her head and she felt herself grow wet and heavy between her legs in the Earth clothing. Her flight suit would have absorbed the moisture and kept her comfortable but the unfamiliar jeans just chafed her labia and heightened her need for a real cock, attached to a real man. She was willing to bet that he would be able to satisfy a woman, all night long. His huge, powerful body had been like a well-honed machine. Light battle armor protected his torso but he wore none below the waist and she had to admit that she had checked out his package as he strode toward her. As he leaned into her, he had made sure she could feel his long, thick cock pressing against her as if it sought entry into her tight channel even then. In some of the Old Earth romance novels that had survived, Delia had read that many Earth men were “hung like a stallion” and she had always wondered what that meant. Now she knew and all she wanted was for him to mount her from behind, thrust into her, biting her neck like the stallion covering his mare. He had known she could feel how aroused he was but instead of backing off or being embarrassed, he had pressed closer so that she would know how much of him she would have to accept 9 .
Kaenar Langford when the time came. Her breasts had felt swollen and needy, her clit had poked out of its hood as if searching for him and the relief he would be able to give her. Even her flight uniform had felt as if it was too small for her body as his huge rod had pressed against her. She’d known he would have to prepare her well if she were to take his huge cock inside her. Her head flooded with pictures of them in her cabin, the bounty hunter slowly undoing the zipper of her uniform, starting at the shoulder then going diagonally across her body, the first step in the journey to ready her body for him. The suit was formfitting and hugged her body, making it unnecessary to wear a bra. Would he be surprised when he lowered the zipper enough to reveal her generous breasts? Breasts that would be open to his gaze immediately. Would he be able to resist them or would he need to caress them with his mouth and tease them with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth, nipping their tips with his teeth? The old romance novels talked about that kind of love play but Delia had never experienced it. Nowadays everything was quick and efficient, done with a minimum of fuss, a minimum of effort and often with a minimum of pleasure. Her bounty hunter bore the look of a man who wouldn’t be easily bored. She could imagine him spending hours on her body, pleasuring her to the point of insanity. She knew her breasts were sensitive as she often brought herself release in her bed or in the shower and she loved how her nipples grew longer and harder with her own ministrations. She couldn’t imagine the pleasure to be had at the hands and mouth of someone like him. Would he be a bit rough with her, pinching her nipples, making her cry in agony, the right kind of agony? Most men were intimidated by her since she was a decorated fighter but he’d been interested in the woman not the pilot. At least that was the message his rock-hard erection had passed to her and she’d been thrilled. Then he’d turned and walked away. Forcing her way through the crowd, Delia headed for the exit portal leading to the station where her cruiser was docked. May as well get some sleep since she’d probably 10 .