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Warning: Smut ahead

He wrapped his fist around her damp ponytail and gave it a little tug back before slanting his mouth over hers. His other hand went to her 'damn nipples' as he'd come to call them thanks to her outfit, caressing one before sliding his hand to her ass to press her into his growing erection.

Drake, who was walking up right as Riddick got started and witnessed the whole thing, was now standing two strides away, ready to stir up some shit, his favorite pastime. "Your Jack ain't gonna like you playin' kissy face with another woman. Not to mention gropin' her boobie."

Jack reluctantly pulled back from the kiss. "And that would be Drake?"

"Unfortunately," he grumbled, "might as well get this over with." With an arm wrapped possessively around her waist, he turned toward his friend. "Drake, this is my Jack. Jack, this is Drake - better known as the mouth that never quit spewing shit."

Drake's grin grew ten feet wide. He closed the distance between them and took Jack's extended hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss the back of it. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a delight to finally meet...in the flesh." He didn't let go just yet and aimed his next comment at Riddick. "I see she's walkin'. No blue balls for you, eh?"

Riddick pulled her hand away. "Enough Drake," he growled.

"And you won't be back to crack that bottle of bourbon?"

"I will not."

"No sharing either, I suppose."

"Drake!"

Drake threw up his hands as he laughed. "Easy man! Couldn't resist provokin' you, especially since you've got this whole possessive vibe screaming 'she's mine back off' goin' on!"

Jack laughed and poked Riddick in the ribs. "You're right. He is a pain like me."

Drake sniffed and wiped away fake tears. "A pain? Me? Really? I'm hurt."

"Oh, I'll show you hurt," Riddick threatened as he took a step toward him, but Jack knew that he wasn't the least bit serious.

"Fine," he pouted. "I'll leave. Alone. By myself."

"And then go to the nearest titty bar, get drunk and get laid," Riddick added, dryly.

"Only because 'you know where' isn't open yet. At least we'll both have one thing in common tonight! Make that two if you count seein' titties." He purposefully leered at Jack's chest. "Very nice, by the way."

"Eyes on her face Drake before I rearrange yours," he growled, then turned to Jack. "Told you other fucks can see 'em!"

"What I see is that her hair is damp. Did you take her to your playroom?"

He wasn't even about to open that can of worms and let Drake have a field day with it. "Say g'nite Drake."

Drake curtsied, then giggled like a little girl. "G'nite Drake," he quipped. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Nice to finally meet you, Drake," Jack called as he turned and headed to the bar. "How do you manage not to strangle him when you're locked in a ship on a long run?"

"Drinking. Lots and lots of drinking. Enough about Drake, let's go home."

Jack tossed the keys to Riddick once they were at her car. As he started driving, he realized that hadn't even discussed her rehabilitation. "So, how long have you been off the crutches?"

"Oh, two...three weeks, I think? I dumped the cane a week after the crutches."

He shook his head, grumbling something unintelligible under his breath. "Three weeks? You didn't say a damn word to me about it."

Jack shrugged and smiled mischievously. "I wanted to surprise you."

"I definitely am...and proud of you, too. Shit, I know that had to be hard work."

She blushed, not expecting to be praised. "Thank you, and it was...still is, but I've had a very good reason to be motivated."

Her innuendo wasn't lost on him and he was looking forward to the same thing she was. "What about Iman? Does he and his family know?"

"Yes, I surprised them, too. I don't believe I've ever seen Iman blubber the way he did."

"Sounds like 'im."

"So, when do I get to meet the infamous Alex?"

"He should be comin' in town soon. Don't be surprised if he talks like he knows you."

"Oh, and why is that?"

He rolled his eyes. "Because Drake bitched and whined about how I was ruinin' his fun and it was all your fault. Alex wanted details."

"And Alex gets what he wants?"

"He's...persuasive."

"Sounds like someone else I know. As much as I hate to ask this...how much time do we have together before your next run?"

"Quite a bit. At least a month."

She smiled at that, quite pleased.

Before she knew it, they arrived. As they pulled in behind her house and walked up the stairs to the back door, she suddenly paused and put her hand on Riddick's arm. "Wait, what about all of your stuff? Clothes, toothbrush?"

"It's already here. After you left to get Bradley, we swung by here and I dropped off my stuff."

Stunned, she blinked twice before speaking. "You broke in? Again?"

Smiling, he shrugged. "Just tryin' to be efficient with my time, Jack."

"Sounds like I need a security system." After they entered the house, she grabbed his hand and led him over to small table near the back door where she kept her keys and other items. She picked up a small box and handed it to him. "Open it."

He frowned, not sure what to make of it. Carefully, he untied the small ribbon and then removed the lid on the box. Inside, on a bed of cotton, were two keys. His eyes rose to meet hers. "Are these what I think they are?"

She nodded, a bit nervous that he might turn down what she was about to offer. "One is to my car and the other to the house. Even though you were uninvited the first time, I-. I really missed you when you were gone. I'd like for you to make my home yours...ours when you're in town."

Riddick had truly never had a place he could call home, so the keys meant more to him than she could ever know. He grasped her by the nape of the neck and pulled her to him, kissing her and pouring everything that he was feeling into it. It left them both a bit breathless. He leaned his forehead against hers, not quite ready yet for eye contact. "Anywhere you are, Jack, that's my home."

God, how easily this man could make her want to cry, melt and send her into painful arousal simply wasn't fair. Her need for him once again spiraling out of control, she took the box and tossed it back on the table, then her hands were at his pants, trembling as she unsnapped them. Next was his shirt, tugging up on it, which he quickly took off and tossed on the floor. Her crop top went next, and while her hands were back at the zipper on his pants he flicked open the front latch of her bra and shoved it off her shoulders and down her arms. He was completely naked before her skirt hit the floor and then he was on her, his mouth crashing into hers, demanding and hungry, each frantic for the other.

Riddick grasped her ass in both hands and picked her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around him, trapping his erection between them, sliding over her slick flesh. Desire lancing across nerve endings, Jack's nails bit into his shoulders and he growled against her mouth, then broke the kiss.

Breathless, she panted, "Bed, wall, sofa - I don't care. Right now, I need you to go alpha-male on my ass and fuck me to a few screaming orgasms.

His mouth twitched. "Just a few, Jack?"

"Just get inside me. Now."

She brought her mouth back to his, devouring him like he was her last meal. Rational thought obliterated, every part of her being was so completely focused on this man that she never felt her back hit the bed. It took his mouth separating from hers to pull her from the haze. Feeling the blunt head of his cock probing her flesh, she canted her hips and he slowly began to ease into her velvet heat, grinding his teeth against his beast's insistence to surge forward and finally lay claim to their mate.

"Riddick, please," she begged, wiggling her hips beneath him.

He grasped her hips to still her. Muscles strained and breath ragged, he was barely able to talk. "It's killin' me, too. So fuckin' tight. Gotta go slow or I'll hurt you."

Beads of sweat breaking out across his brow, he pushed his way in, inch by excruciating inch, her muscles fluttering as they resisted then stretched to accommodate his size, testing every ounce of patience and self-control he could summon. Above all, he was not going to hurt her, not after waiting all this time to make her his. Finally, the head of his cock bumped her cervix, accommodating most of his length. She fit him as though she was made for him; that thought alone forced him to hold still as he breathed through a sudden urge to come.

"Not, fucking yet."

When he was sure he'd regained some semblance of control, he removed his hands from her hips, which she promptly squirmed beneath him. He met her eyes, and her heart clenched a bit given the strained expression on his face.

"You okay?"

He was a bit startled by her question. "Shouldn't I be askin' you that?"

"Just makin' sure you weren't thinking about changing your mind."

Riddick shook his head as he chuckled. "Not a chance in hell."

Watching her carefully for any signs of discomfort, he started a slow burn rhythm of thrust and withdraw, reveling in her silken heat that sheathed him. She arched beneath him, tilting her hips enough that he surged even deeper. The feel of her hands clasping his muscles and her body pressing up to meet his was melting his restraint, his thrusts growing quicker, deeper, harder. Her legs lifted, trapping his body between them, and he slightly rose to his knees for leverage. The change in the angle struck a spot that flared hot, stealing her breath.

"Yes, oh god! Right there!"

The bite of pain from her nails was a siren's call, inviting his beast to the surface. Compelled by the need to brand her as theirs, he began driving into her, fast and frantic, with a fierce possessiveness. Thrusting, penetrating, filling her again and again, deeper with each passing thrust, he reveled in each gasp, mewl and whimper when he slammed into her body.

"Mine," he growled in her ear and she nodded without hesitation.

"Always."

The pulsing at her core coiled, tighter and tighter. Pleasure on the verge of pain had her clinging to him, her nails scoring his back until finally she shattered, crying out as blinding white-hot pleasure consumed her.

Feeling her passage clenching, he quickened his pace, riding her harder as scalding wet head flooded around him, chasing the same lash of pleasure he'd just given. Feeling his balls tighten, he slammed home, his mouth at her shoulder, burying himself to the hilt and emptying into her with a loud, strained groan.

Regaining his senses, he kissed her shoulder before lifting his mouth, not surprised at the arc of indentations his teeth left behind that partially broke her skin. His beast may have gotten off its leash, but it managed to restrain itself - slightly. He flicked his tongue over the skin again, not at all ashamed of his mark, smiling and thinking, "I did warn her."

Mindful of his weight on her, he rolled to his back, taking her with him. With Jack splayed across his chest, he wrapped his arms around her. They were content to remain that way for what felt like a peaceful eternity, but in reality was only few minutes; both of them taking a few minutes to enjoy the feel of the other.

Jack was the first to speak. "So glad you didn't change your mind."

Riddick let out a bark of laughter and squeezed her tighter. "Woman, I'm buried balls deep, tryin' my damndest not to come because you feel so fuckin' good, and you're jokin' around with me about changin' my mind? Without a doubt - no. Not ever."

"Not ever?" Jack propped her chin up on her hands that were now resting on his pecs. "Careful. Talk like that could get you in all sorts of trouble."

His brow popped. "What kinda trouble?"

"Surely you've heard of the expression, 'never say never'."

He shrugged. "Heard of it. Doesn't apply here. I made up my mind, and you, better than anyone, should know that when that happens, there ain't a way to change it. What's done is done."

Jack was curious now and dying to inquire further, but her bladder was going to interfere first. "Hold that thought. Mother nature is calling."

She was back quickly enough, pleased that he hadn't moved. His eyes were closed, so she took a few seconds to drink in every gorgeous inch of him. "Damn, he's fine and all mine."

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he mumbled, eyes still shut.

Slightly embarrassed that she was caught ogling him, she jumped back on the bed and promptly straddled him, frowning. Unable to ever keep his hands off of her, especially when she was as naked as he, his hands splayed across her hips, waiting to hear what she would have to say.

"You should be happy that I want to look you over."

"Ain't complainin', baby. You know I do the same with you."

"But I don't embarrass you for it."

"Wouldn't work if you tried. I like doin' it too much and I don't give a fuck if it bothers you."

"Such sweet words."

"Only the truth."

"So why do you say shit like that when you know it embarasses me?"

"'Cuz I love to get under your skin, like you do me. Love seein' your skin blush pink and red. And I'd much rather have you touchin' me than lookin' from across the room."

"Hmm...point taken. Speaking of the truth, you said your mind was made up and what's done is done."

"It is."

"About….?"

He heaved a very un-Riddick-like sigh. "A decision I made. Could make or break things."

She frowned and quickly suppressed a foreboding feeling that swept through her. "Hey, this actually sounds serious. What is it? Anything to do with your new business partnership?"

"It ain't about business. Serious? Yeah, it is."

Jack wanted to strangle him for being so evasive. "What is it then? You're killing me by dragging it out, but know you can tell me anything."

Considering her words, he brought her hands to his mouth and kissed each palm. "Been avoidin' it for most of my adult life, runnin' away from it, but...I'm ready to do time."

"Time? I don't foll-."

"Hard time. For life."

"Prison?" she asked, flabbergasted.

"Some call it that, but not exactly, no triplemax slam, but the word goin' around is that the warden can be a real bitch if you get on her bad side."

He watched as she processed his words, a spark of suspicion lighting her eyes. "This is voluntary time, then?"

"Was, at first. Now? Can't see any other path."

"Any chance of parole?"

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "And miss out on the conjugal benefits? I don't think so."

She nodded her head. "And, what about the warden? What say does she have in this?"

Riddick wrapped a hand around her lower back to adjust her to straddle his lap as he sat up.

"For a start, she could say 'yes'."

He then produced a small navy blue velvet box that he held out for her to take. Seeing the ring box in his hand, Jack's mouth went dry and she could literally feel her heart in her throat and hear it thundering in her ears. Deep down she was wondering if he was leading up to this with his little setup story, but was this really happening? Swallowing to moisten her mouth, she caught his eyes and summoned the courage to ask.

"Wh-. What is this?"

"Open it."

That was all he said. No clue, no cocky smirk, no nothing. In fact, if she didn't know better, he looked a bit unsure of himself. Nervous beyond belief, Jack grasped the box in one hand and opened it, gasping at the emerald ring surrounded by diamonds that was nestled inside.

"Oh my god! It's stunning!"

"The green reminded me of your eyes."

Riddick brushed a tear off her cheek that she didn't know she had shed, breaking the spell between her and the ring. She wrapped both arms around his neck and peppered kisses over his face before locking her lips with his. By the time she pulled back, he was smiling, definitely feeling back in control. He took the box out of her hand and removed the ring, then froze when he remembered it was supposed to go on a specific finger. But which one?

"Jack...um….which finger for engagement rings?"

Hearing the word 'engagement' opened up the floodgates to more tears. She hadn't been entirely sure until that moment of his intentions. Without a word, she pointed out the finger and giddily watched as he slipped it on.

"Hell," he grumbled, now scowling, which completely confused her.

"What's wrong?"

Riddick dropped back onto the bed, disgruntled with himself. "I didn't even actually ask you, did I?"

Jack shook her head as she wiped away the fresh tears. "Technically….no. But ask me. I can pretty much guarantee I'm a sure thing."

Riddick relaxed and pulled her down against his chest, silently thanking her for making this easier on him with a brief kiss. "Jack, what do you say we get hitched?"

"You had me at lifetime, then you had to go and throw in benefits." Jack framed his face with her hands and brought her mouth to his, teasingly nibbling on his bottom lip. "Can hardly so 'no' to an offer like that."

Smirking, he informed her, "Not like I'd let you anyway."

She was quiet for a moment, too quiet. He tipped her chin up and gave her the eye that said 'talk now' without saying a word. "I-. I'm yours, Riddick. You-. Shit! I'm okay not being married and being together. I just don't want you to feel like you need to do this because of what we were to each other in my la-la land."

He chuckled, liking how she described her dream world. "I ain't doin' this because of that. Yeah, you put the idea in my head, but the more I thought about it, the more I started likin' it. You might be okay not bein' married, but that ring says you're mine and tells every other guy and girl out there to fuck off."

She admired the ring on her hand and grinned. "When you put it that way...fuck off it is, then."

Smiling, he kissed her, hungrily, and she eagerly responded. No words of love were exchanged between them, yet each keenly felt it from the other. He rolled her to her back, rocking his renewed erection against her. "Tell me you can take me again."

Wrapping her hand around his cock, she aligned him to her and this time he slid in more easily, her flesh far more pliant. "Six ways to Sunday, Riddick. Isn't that what you promised me at the club?"

He rose above her and caught the backs of her knees in the crook of his arms. He quickly thrust once, balls deep, chuckling devilishly when her back bowed beneath him as she fisted the sheets. "I believe I said that was just me warmin' up. Hang on, baby. Just try not to tear the sheets to shreds."

Much later that night…

Both of them dropped to the bed in a sweaty, satiated tangle of limbs. Riddick nibbled along her neck, eating up the little hitches in her breath he could elicit. "Was that seven or eight?"

She turned in his arms. "Hell, I lost count. I just know that I'm sweaty, sticky and deliciously sore."

A smile crinkled the skin around his eyes. "Is that your way of tellin' me to keep my dick to myself?"

"Unfortunately. If your dick was the size of a pencil, I don't think we would have this discussion."

He chuckled,"Pencil dicks don't make you scream the house down."

"This is true."

"And have you had a pencil dick, Jack?"

She thought about it for a moment and shook her head. "Close, but more like a jumbo marker. About as long, too. Definitely nothing to scream about."

"What'd you say we get a shower and change the sheets since they're as messy as we are?"

"Too tired. Shower and then we use the guest bed."

"You get the shower started. I'll take care of the bed."

"Sounds good. Linens are in the hall closet."

A few minutes later, Riddick opened the shower door, pausing for a brief moment to roam his eyes over her before stepping inside. He knew she was sore, but no way in hell was he keeping his hands off her. Jack took the lead though, grabbing a bar of soap and lathering it up in her hands. She brought her hands to his chest, but he seized them, testing the scent first.

"Should I ask why you've got my soap in your shower?"

She knew he was trying to embarass her, but in this case it wouldn't work. "It's simple really. I missed you. Having your soap around, the scent of it, reminded me of you. Now, can I continue or will you be taking care of yourself?"

Something about that mouth of hers and the defiant tilt of her head brought out the urge to kiss the sass right out of her, but not now. Instead, he simply arched a brow before telling her, "Get busy washin'."

Any snarky remark that she had been poised to say, quickly died. He wasn't speaking to her like he had at the club, but hints of it were certainly there. After releasing her wrists, her hands went to his chest, smoothing her lathered hands over his muscular pecs and abs, up his ribs, fighting the urge to take her time and really explore every muscle and contour. Another time, she told herself, then moved to wash each arm, which he raised so she could wash under.

"I need your back."

He cut his eyes downward. "You ain't done with the front yet."

"Oh, I'll get to it. Turn around?"

After a second he complied and she lathered her hands again, washing his neck and broad back. Her hands barely touched his ass as she bent down to wash the backs of his legs. Without asking, he turned around and she was face-to-face with his erection. Licking her lips, she was so tempted to take him in her mouth, but his only directive, thus far, had been to wash. She suspected permission was the last thing she might need, but jerking his chain just a bit was too much to resist. Instead, she kept her process detached, washing up the front and insides of his thighs before gently cupping his sac in her soapy hand while closing her other soapy fist around his girth and stroking his length once before dropping her hands to her side.

"You'll have to wash the rest yourself. I can't quite reach."

Shaking his head, Riddick quickly soaped his shaven scalp and face, then rinsed his body. "Turn around, then hand me your shampoo."

He quickly and efficiently washed her hair, leaving her a tad bit disappointed, but only for a moment. "Now hands on the wall and spread your legs."

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him reach for her bottle of soap and pump some into his palm. Moving her hair out of the way, he then smoothed his soaped hands down her back, digging his fingers into her muscles as he went. His soapy hands made their way over her ass, then down the insides of her thighs, efficient and detached, just as she had been. Tit for tat, she assumed.

"Face me." She turned and he gave her much the same treatment she had him, however frowning when he brushed over her nipples and she flinched, even more so when he tried to gently wash between her legs and she cringed, insisting on doing it herself.

When she was done, he tilted her chin up and brushed his lips across hers. "You're hurtin' a hell of a lot more than you said. Be straight with me. Was I too rough on you?"

"I loved everything you did to me-."

His frown and voice grew even more severe. "That ain't what I asked."

"Honestly? Sex with a woman is lot less taxing on the body than it is with a man. And then there's you. I think I finally understand your definition of demanding now." He scowled and she grasped his face between her hands. "And you've by far got the biggest cock I've ever had. Between your appetite, your cock, and my lack of recent experience with either, my lady bits just were bound to be a little sore."

He turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry her off. "A little?" he scoffed. "Jack you flinched in pain when I touched you. You shoulda stopped me a couple hours ago, I coulda-."

She put her hand over his mouth. "After waiting two months? Not on your life! And the pain isn't permanent."

Scowling, he pushed her hand away. "You didn't let me finish. I coulda helped you. Still can."

"Helped me how? Unless you've got some magic potion I don't know about, nothing is going to help but time."

"The hell with that." Shaking his head, he grabbed a couple of other towels, then took her by the hand and led her back into the bedroom. He hadn't actually changed the sheets, just took off the one they'd thoroughly used and then draped another over the bed. The man obviously didn't know how to make a bed or didn't care.

"Nice bed making skills."

"Said I would take care of the bed, not make it." He tossed the folded towels on the bed. "Spread those out, just in case, then lay down." Then he went to the nightstand on his side of the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out a small bottle that looked like it contained oil.

"A massage? Now?"

"Not quite." With a towel still wrapped around his waist, he sat down next to her and opened the mystery bottle.

"What is that?"

"Magic potion. Take the towel off."

She untucked the towel at her chest and opened it up, feeling exposed since he was still wearing his. He positioned the bottle over her breast and let one drop fall, then repeated on the other side.

"This'll hurt, but I promise it'll go away quick."

Carefully, he swirled the oil over and around her nipples with his fingers, hating how she cringed from his touch - at first. Seconds later a pleasant tingling sensation began, bringing a sigh to her lips. He leaned over the now pebbled peak and huffed, then repeated the same on the other side. A second later, she clutched the towels beneath her and groaned in pleasure.

"Holy fuck! What in the hell is in that bottle?"

"Some of the best the black market has to offer. The oil is infused with nanites."

"Nanites? So, I have little machines crawling all over me right now?"

"Biodegradable. On contact with skin, they read you and adjust to target the area they're on to block pain receptors and heal. When heat or friction is applied it can have...other benefits."

His fingers returned, stroking over her once tender buds before giving them a tentative pinch. Pleasure ruled what had once been painful, making her squirm. "Other benefits? Really?"

"It knows the difference between regular skin and zones on your body that are-. What's the word? Susceptible? Yeah, susceptible to being aroused. Heat and friction can temporarily recharge the nanites. A nice little one-two punch."

She squirmed a bit beneath him. "Nice doesn't begin to describe that stuff, but it's in contact with your skin, too."

"That's part of the beauty of it. This shit is smart enough to know that you're the target."

"That's a bit creepy, but I'm liking it so far. How much does it go for on the black market?"

"Three thousand a bottle."

Jack looked at him like he was nuts. "Seriously?"

"Yep, and I've got a case of 24. Figured that'll last us a while."

"How quickly do the nanites degrade?"

"Pretty fast. Once added friction or heat is gone, they dissolve. The oil is still there, but absorbs quick. Not like regular oil."

"Have you shipped this stuff before?"

"Yeah, at least twice a year. Alex buys cases of it from me and Drake for his clubs. Ready for more even though it's gotta hurt first?"

"Knowing what I do now? Yes, please."

Smiling, he moved between her legs, pressing them open. He dribbled a small amount over her tender flesh and his fingers, and as gently as he could spread the oil around the outside, trying his best to ignore her pained whimper. A huff of his warm breath against her flesh and her hips were soon lifting, seeking more, the pain completely gone.

"That stuff is amazing."

"That it is, but we ain't quite done yet."

"We aren't?"

"Nope."

With more oil on his fingers and his other hand pressing down on her pelvis, he pressed two inside her as deep as they could go, turning his hand so he could spread the soothing oil all around. Jack whimpered and struggled to move away from the fingers causing her pain, but the pressure on her pelvis held her in place, making his own gut twist for hurting her. Thankfully, she soon relaxed beneath him.

Releasing a shuddered breath, she nodded. "I'm okay. By the way, how long does the pain blocking last?"

"Never used it before personally, but I was told six hours. The healing effect builds the more you use it."

"So when it wears off, I'll feel a lot better than I normally should without it?"

"Exactly."

"Just do me one favor."

"A favor?" Riddick placed the bottle back on the nightstand and stretched out next to her. "What's that?"

"Don't ever run out of that stuff!"

Smiling, he dropped a quick kiss on her lips. "Not to worry."

Jack smoothed a hand down his chest, untied his towel then straddled his waist on her knees. "Now that I'm feeling better," she began, teasingly stroking his thickening length, "do you recall what you asked me earlier?"

His hand seized her hips, his fingers pressing into her when she squeezed his cock. "Can't seem to remember shit at the moment," he admitted.

"Well, allow me to refresh your memory. You asked if I could take you again. So I'd like to pose the same question to you." She leaned over his chest, flicking her tongue across his nipple, which caused him to jerk beneath her. "Can you take me again, Riddick?"

"Fuck yes!" Then he frowned when she placed a palm on his chest, as though to hold him down.

"On one condition." She positioned him at her entrance and slowly sank down on his length until she was filled completely. Then she told him, "I get to be on top this time."

With his hands on her hips, he reclined back on the bed and bucked his hips up, causing her to shriek in pleasure. She eyed him like an errant child and he simply shrugged before bucking into her again and capturing a rosy bud in his mouth.

"Riddick!"

"Love it when you want to take control, baby, but I never promised to give in to it."

The next morning...

Riddick slowly became conscious of the feel of a delectable breast in the palm of his hand and his thickening cock pressed against the very ass he'd had his hands all over most of last night and into the wee hours of the morning.

Last night.

He smiled thinking back on it, then opened his eyes and saw his ring on her finger. The sudden urge to possess what was his swept over him, but he knew the oil's effects had long since worn off. Having other plans in mind for their day, he decided he could wait, after all she did need a break, but the oil was coming with them. For now, he'd resist temptation by hopping in the shower and getting the coffee going before she woke up.

Thirty minutes later, it was the scent of coffee that did rouse her, but she frowned finding herself alone in bed. She swung her legs over the side and as winced as she stood, the oil's effects had definitely worn off.

"Good thing he made coffee or I'd really be in a bad mood."

After pulling on a short silk robe, she slowly made her way into the kitchen and eased her way into a chair.

"I'd ask how you're feelin' but it's all over your face."

"I'm sore. Not as bad as earlier though."

"You can use the oil when you get a shower."

Her bottom lip jutted out. "Alone?"

"Yes, alone. My dick might wanna kill me for sayin' this, but oil or not, your body needs a break. Coffee?"

"Nice change of topic." She nodded and Riddick poured them both a cup. That's when he caught her staring at the ring.

"If you don't like the ring, we can get you ano-."

"No way," she interrupted him."

"It's different from most-."

"You can stop right there," she insisted. "It's perfect. And I love that it's different from what everyone else has." Then she added, "Why do you think I held out for you for this long?"

He snorted. "You weren't waitin' on me."

"Maybe not consciously, but I also didn't settle down either. But let's talk about last night. Who in the hell was that and what have you done with my Riddick? That whole quirky, but romantic workup to the proposal and a ring?"

"Okay, okay," he admitted, grudgingly, "I had help. Told Drake I wanted to make it official with you and he went off on me about how important this is to women and not to fuck it up."

"And he would know this, how?"

"He's got a sister."

"Remind me to tell him thank you."

"You may wanna rethink that."

"Why?"

"Cuz he also told me I should take you for a test drive before I put a ring on your finger, just so I'd know what I'm gettin' myself tied to."

Her jaw dropped. "Which you did!"

"Woman, you wanted me just as bad."

Feeling cheeky, Jack thought over his words for a moment or two before answering. "Oh, I did. Good thing we did go for the test drive. Can you imagine if I had said yes only to find you couldn't keep it up or you were a one-pump wonder?"

She shrieked as his fingers tweaked her ribs a couple of times, then he took her hand in his and admired the ring.

"When?"

"Three months? I don't want anything big, but I need a little time to prepare. I want to ask Iman to marry us, too."

Three months he could do. He was finally able to get his hands on her any way he desired, so marriage was only making it publicly official that she was his exclusively. "I think he'd insist and I wouldn't want anyone else to do it."

He leaned in to kiss her when his communicator rang, startling them both. He looked down and shook his head when he saw the name of the caller. He swiped his finger over the screen to accept the call. Before he could even say 'hello', Drake started in on him.

"Well? Did you do it yet?" Riddick motioned for her to come sit in his lap so she could hear, too.

"Do what?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, don't play dumb! Did you ask the hottie to marry your sorry ass or not?"

"I did. She said 'yes'."

"Before or after a test drive?"

Jack rolled her eyes, but Riddick was chuckling. "Well, I was gonna ask her before, but she pretty much jumped me when we got home."

"When you got hom-? Wait a damn minute! Her hair was wet last night and the two of you disappeared for a long time after you took her off the dance floor. I know you took her to your private playroom."

"I did."

"You mean to tell me you had her in your room, but didn't shaboink her until you got her home? Did she not like it?"

Riddick looked questioningly at Jack who nodded, knowing he wouldn't go into details. "Our time was mutually satisfying," he vaguely answered.

"But?" Drake prodded.

He hesitated before admitting, "What goes on at Dominion is different. There are some things I intended to save for home."

He thought he heard Drake suppress a laugh. "That's-." Then he did bust out laughing. "Holy shit! Listen to you all sentimental like a goddamn girl!"

"Comin' from a man-whore, I ain't a bit bothered by your opinion."

After Drake was finished laughing, he managed to ask, "So, when's the wedding?"

"No date yet, but it'll probably be in few months. I'll keep you posted once we know. And I'd like for you to stand with me."

There was a pause on Drake's end before he softly asked, "Dude...as your best man?"

"Yeah. What do you say?"

"Hell, yes I'll do it. I'm honored! I just got one question."

"And that would be?"

"Is she wearing' the dress or you?"

"Fucker! Way to ruin a moment!" Riddick cut off the call to the sound of Drake's laughter, only to find Jack quivering as she tried to hold in her own laughter. He scowled and pointed at her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Don't even."

"Now I'll never get a picture of you in a wedding dress out of my head."

Shaking his head, he took her by the waist and moved her off his lap. "Come on. Let's get dressed and grab some food out."

"You sure? I have plenty here to eat."

"I am. We'll eat and then I wanna show you around Dominion. After that we'll head over to Iman's to share the news."

"Just show me around Dominion?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Dunno. Might need to find a way to wipe that picture of me in a fuckin' wedding dress out of your head. And Jack?

"Yes?"

"That short blue dress I saw in the closet?"

"What about it?"

"Do you need to wear anything under it?"

She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. "Not with that one."

The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Wear it for me, nothin' underneath."

Jack nodded and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. Smiling she shook her head. "Just show me around Dominion, my ass."

JTellersOldLady - Thank you for the review and so glad you found that last chapter so appealing. *fans self* Things have taken a turn, but I just bow to their will and write what they tell me to. Also, thank you for sticking with me on this one. I vow to finish it. Drake only made brief appearances in this chapter, but they'll be more from him soon.

Norma Cenva 626: Thanks for the PM! And I'm so glad you checked the site to see if i had posted. The story has definitely taken an unexpected turn and you're right to point out about Jack being leary of Riddick's association with a "sex club". She definitely is, but then again, she hasn't seen what it's truly like yet or his responsibilities. As for Drake and Torie. That's a no go. I don't want to give anything away, but he's got someone else in mind. Thanks as always for your feedback!