As he finished, the Blackhawk banked one more time into the valley of the Keldara and Mike realized he’d forgotten to get anyone to lay out an LZ.
“Pilot,” he said, switching back to the general intercom, “I forgot to tell anyone I was coming so there’s no LZ laid out. You want to hang up here while I call or go in on an unmarked?”
“I’d prefer marked,” the pilot admitted.
“Okay,” Mike said, pulling out his sat phone. “We’ll probably go in on my lawn, then.”
He’d left another satellite phone with Nielson for general communications and he speed dialed that.
“Keldara House, Dinara Mahona speaking, how may I help you, sir or ma’am?” a female voice answered in Georgian.
“God I love Vanner,” Mike replied, smiling. “Hi, Dinara, it’s the Kildar. I’m up over the valley in a chopper. Could you wake up somebody from the duty squad that knows how to lay in an LZ and ask them to put one on the lawn?”
“Yes, Kildar,” the Keldara said. “I will do that immediately.”
“Thanks,” Mike replied. “We’ll just tool around up here until you call.”
“Pilot,” he said, switching back to the intercom. “There’s somebody getting up to lay in an LZ, but it will be a few minutes. You’ve got fuel?”
“Enough for another hour, Kildar,” the pilot replied. “More than enough for twenty minutes or so up here and then flying back.”
“Take a turn around the valley, then,” Mike said. “I’ll show the lady the sights.”
Using the chopper, Mike pointed out the houses of the Keldara, who were probably wondering what the hell was going on, the new roads that were being laid in, the ranges, where the dam was under construction and Alerrso. Finally, the sat phone rang.
“Kildar, this is Killjoy,” the former Marine said. “We’ve got chemlights laid out on the lawn. Best I could do at the moment. One blinking strobe at the end. Wind is more or less from the north, recommend come in from the south and set down at the lower end of the lawn. That will give him plenty of room to pull out over the house.”
“Will do,” Mike said, passing the orders on to the pilot.
“Hey, Killjoy,” Mike said as he pulled back the doors to the chopper. “How they hangin’?”
“Still one lower than the other,” Killjoy replied, his eyes widening at the sight of Anastasia. “What, you didn’t have enough women in the house?”
“She’s a manager,” Mike replied. “Give me a hand with her bags?”
He shook the hand of the pilot and co, then helped Anastasia across the lawn. She was wearing four-inch spike heels and they sank in the cut grass. Finally, he just picked her up and carried her to the paved walkway.
“Welcome to Keldara House,” Mike said as he set her down. They were by the door to the harem garden, which was standing open, so he led her in that way. “This is sort of the side door. Sorry.”
“It is very beautiful,” she said, looking around in the moonlight. Hard work on the part of the Keldara had cleaned up the garden so it was presentable again. The fruit trees and roses had been trimmed and the trees were in bloom, filling the garden with a heady scent.
“It is nice,” Mike said. “It’s the harem garden, technically. But since I don’t lock the girls in anyone can come in here. Nice place to have a party.”
“It would be,” Anastasia admitted.
“Oh, introductions,” Mike said. “Anastasia Rakovich, Corporal Lawrence Killjoy. Call him Larry.”
“Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Killjoy said, setting her bags down and shaking her hand.
“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Killjoy,” Anastasia said, formally.
“You don’t generally get introduced, do you?” Mike asked.
“No,” Anastasia admitted as they headed for the house.
“Would you prefer that I not?” Mike asked. “It’s considered impolite in my culture. But so is having a harem.”
“No, I would prefer to be introduced to people,” Anastasia admitted. “If you’re not, it makes you feel like a piece of mobile furniture. I want to meet people.”
“Plenty of people to meet in the house at the moment,” Mike replied. “The seven girls we picked up, the four I’m renting, about twenty trainers, the cook, the housekeeper and the girls that help out. Then there’s all the Keldara, the people in Alerrso like Vadim, who’s the local cop. You’re going to be meeting a lot of people.”
“That will be… different,” Anastasia said, nervously. “But, I think, nice.”
“Tomorrow, though,” Mike said, yawning. “Tonight I’m for bed. Killjoy, any idea if anything’s been done to set up for her?”
“Not as far as I know,” the corporal replied.
“In that case, we’ll just take her stuff up to my room,” Mike said. “She can sleep with me.”
“Bastard,” Killjoy muttered.
“For the time being, Anastasia is taken,” Mike said, definitely. “Pass the word. Later she can make up her own mind, but she’s going to have to get used to the idea.”
“Will do, sir,” the corporal replied.
Chapter Nineteen
“Shower and bath through there,” Mike said, pointing to the adjoining master bath. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take one in the morning after I work out.”
“I do not mind,” Anastasia said. “Would you mind if I took a shower?”
“Go for it,” Mike replied.
He usually slept in the nude during warmer months but for her sake he put on a pair of running shorts and crawled into bed.
He had fallen asleep to the sound of the shower but woke up when she climbed in next to him. He reached over to tell her he was there and his hand hit a naked abdomen. Immediately, he was massively horny.
The shorts came off as he slid across the bed and one arm went behind her as the other lifted to her firm breast. He slid his tongue down the side of her neck, causing a moan of either real or expertly feigned pleasure, but when his hand crept down between her legs she was wet.
He’d been married and been with hookers, but this was something different. Having a woman around who was just there for the screwing, no questions, no headaches, no negotiations, was amazingly exciting. Despite that, he took his time. Aware of her professed preferences he pinned her arms over her head and added nips and bites to the licking, the whole time manipulating her clitoris. Her labia had spread of its own will, another sign that he was on the right track, and her body was quickly covered in goose bumps. He ended up nipping and sucking at her nipples, his finger moving in a medium fast motion that seemed to be her preference, and then, almost without warning, she came with a hissing shriek and a whole body clench.
With that he let go of her arms and lifted her legs in the air, sliding into her hard and reaching up to pin the arms down with his hands on her wrists. As he pounded her hard she panted and moaned, finally reaching up to bite him, hard, on the left shoulder. She stayed attached there, moaning into his shoulder, until she came again, almost simultaneous with his own climax.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered as he regretfully slid out of her and fumbled a tissue between her legs.
“Are you okay?” Mike asked.
“I am far, far, far more than okay,” Anastasia whispered, rolling over and sliding her arms around him. “Can I hug you? Please, Kildar?”
“I take it Otryad did not spend much time pleasing you?” Mike asked, sliding his arm around her and cradling her into his shoulder.