A Kid Like Her (A Riddick - Jack Romance/Adventure Story)

Running Like Riddick

Riddick's Ship

Riddick abruptly woke to the sound of his alarm, which he fisted and threw across the room with a feral growl. Throwing back the sheet, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and held his head in his hands.

"Fuck," he grumbled. "What a fuckin' time for the god damn alarm. She was just about to-." He wrapped a hand around his painfully erect cock, smoothing a pearly drop of pre-cum over the sensitive head.

Dreaming of Kyra had done this to him, and this wasn't the first time either. But relief, he hoped, was soon to be found as he was already heading back to the Helion System - to her. "Can't believe I've busted my ass the way I have. Just better not be a fuckin' guy in my way. Not the kind of welcome party I have in mind."

Opening up the drawer of his night stand, he pulled out the pair of panties he had ripped off her and brought them to his nose. Even after all these months they still smelled of her, a mixture of her own juices that had soaked them, her natural scent, and something else. Perfume? It was subtle, sweet and entirely her. Groaning, he fisted his cock and slowly pumped his shaft a few times, recalling the taste of her lips, her tongue licking his shaft, and best of all the feel of her walls clenching and spasming around him when she came. Shuddering, he headed straight for his shower. The day was going to start off with yet another Kyra-inspired five-finger fist fuck.

After jacking off and breakfast, Riddick followed his normal routine of checking the navigation charts on the bridge. He was verifying his course when the message light lit, drawing his attention. It was a video from the Holy Man, which caused his entire body to tense. Their last conversation had been well over a year ago, initiated by Riddick, just to see how he and his family were doing. And yes, he had been hoping that Iman would drop a clue or two about Jack, but he hadn't. Regardless, he left their conversation just like he had left all the others, telling Iman that if anything happened to him or to Jack, to get in touch with him. Since he learned of Jack's engagement, Iman had never called him, leaving it up to Riddick to make the calls...until now.

"Fuck! This can't be good. Play video."

Unfortunately, the transmission was garbled and pieces were missing due to a recent solar flare. Compounding the incomplete message, Iman had remained somewhat vague, always aware that his messages to Riddick could be intercepted and used against them all. Of course this only further frustrated Riddick, leading him to jump to the wrong conclusions. The only part of Iman's message that was intelligible was that Jack was in trouble as a merc had come looking for her, and that he would need to find a woman running a company called JB&B on Helion-5. He should introduce himself, and she would lead him to Jack.

However, his interpretation of the garbled message turned out vastly different. He got that she was in trouble from a merc. That was enough to infuriate him, which colored his perception and warped everything else that he thought he heard. He took the rest of the message entirely wrong. He thought Iman was telling him the merc's name and that it was a woman who ran JB&B on Helion-5 or someone close to her. He knew Kyra ran JB&B, so he didn't to try to listen and figure out the rest, feeling he knew enough. Once he heard Kyra was involved, the focus was on her and her alone. Rational thought was overruled by his feelings for Jack. She was the one weakness he would always carry with him, and the one person he vowed to protect above all else.

So many emotions were tumbling through him at that moment, confusion and fury ranking at the very top. And if Jack had been harmed, he would most definitely be out for blood. However, what he was having the most difficulty reconciling was Kyra and her involvement in all of it.

"Kyra? A merc? Why?" He shook his head. "She said she had a business. That a front? She sure as hell could take care of herself from what I saw. Would have to if she goes after marks," he reasoned, and the fact that she was so adept only added fuel to guilty flame in his eyes.