Choosing Riley

Chapter 6-1

Chapter Six

“I am much better, Lady Riley,” Tor said, trying to gently move away from Riley’s fluttering hands. “My eyesight is almost clear again.”

“Are you sure?” Riley asked, biting her tender lower lip that she had been worrying for the past several hours. “They still appear to be tearing a lot.”

Tor would never admit that they still burned like the fires from the hot mountains back home, or that his nose and throat weren’t in much better shape. He took another sip of the cool water that Lodar handed him. He glanced at his friend and gave him a nod of thanks.

“I hope Vox took that little cylinder away from her,” Lodar murmured in a low voice as Riley turned away to check on Bob and Fred, who had just returned. “I don’t want to take a chance on her using it on me.”

Tor wiped at his eyes with the cool, damp cloth again. “It burns like the fire moon! My throat and nose are on fire too. What did Vox do this time to upset her?”

“He said she smelled,” Lodar responded with a grin. “She did not appreciate his observation.”

Both men watched as Vox followed Riley around trying to get her to sit down and listen to him. It was almost comical the way he pleaded with her to just hear him out. Lodar chuckled when she swatted at their friend and leader. He had never seen anything like it before. The human female was totally oblivious to the fact she was running circles around one of the most dangerous men in the known star systems. There wasn’t a female alive that he knew of who wouldn’t envy her position.

“Do you think he’ll be able to catch her when this is all over?” Lodar asked curiously.

“More power to him if he does,” Tor said hoarsely before taking another long swig of water. “She is almost as dangerous as the Curizan and Valdier were during the wars. More so if you take into account she has no idea half the time of what she is doing.”

“Do you think all females of her species are like this?” Lodar asked, admiring the way her tight pants stretched over her ass as she bent down to pack something in her strange pink case.

Tor’s eyes followed Lodar’s over the curve of Riley’s rounded ass. He felt his cat purr. Maybe he wasn’t as immune as he’d first thought. His red eyes moved to Vox who had frozen in place as he followed her, his eyes glued to the same place as the other males in the room. When Riley straightened, she reached up and tucked her mass of curly hair back up into the bright pink scrunchie. The movement pulled the thin top she was wearing up, revealing the pale skin of her slightly rounded stomach and pulling the top tight across her ample breasts.