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about what else she could do with that sort of strength and agility.
Chapter Six
Ever picked up the chair, ready to throw it across the tiny room. She froze with it overhead, then set it back on the floor and scooted it into place. Destroying her quarters would not fix the problem. Not the rage boiling in her veins over Spencer’s ultimatum. And not the turmoil she felt whenever she thought about him.
But there was one thing that would.
She needed a diversion, and she knew the perfect person to provide one. The door to her room eased open and she slid across the corridor. Spencer’s voice gave her a moment’s pause, but he was on the bridge. Good. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, though she wondered for a brief second why she should care.
Her knuckles rapped on the door. From inside came a muffled, “S’open.”
With a smile on her face, Ever pushed the door ajar, walked in and swung it closed behind her.
“Look, Cap’n, if you’re here to—” Zeke sat up on his bed, his eyebrows rising when he saw Ever. “You ain’t the captain.”
“No, I am not.” Her gaze traveled around his room. The weapons strapped against the walls. Clothes hastily stuffed into corners. Not disciplined at all, but a soldier. A kindred spirit. She leaned against his door, arms crossed over her chest. “I have a proposition for you.”
“And what might that be? If it involves going behind Spencer’s back, count me out.” He shook his head and propped himself against the wall.
Ever took a languid step forward. “Not that sort of proposition.” She flicked a finger along the blade of a particularly large knife to her left. “I have certain…needs.”
The mattress creaked as Zeke leaned forward. “And you think I’m the one to fill them?”
Another step. “For today. Then tomorrow we will go about our business. I am not interested in anything beyond the moment.”
He stood and closed the distance separating them in one stride. “Good. ’Cause I ain’t looking for complications.” His fingers trailed along Ever’s arm and her muscles tensed. “You sure about this?”
He’d said exactly what she needed to hear, but still she hesitated, thinking of how different his touch was from Spencer’s—less fiery, less exciting. She squared her shoulders, certain she’d react to the feel of Zeke’s skin on hers soon enough. “Yes. I need this.” Her hands ran up his arms, savoring the feel of his muscles, before tangling in his blond hair. She pulled his head close and said, her voice husky, “Tonight, I want to feel ravaged. I want to forget everything else.”
A smile split his face. “I can do that.” He pulled her roughly against him and dipped his head. His lips crushed hers, beard scratching her face as his tongue forced its way into her mouth.
Ever fought to ignore the taste of stale beer in his mouth and lose herself in the kiss. When that failed, she pulled away from him, grabbed his shirt and tore it over his head, her nails scraping his back as her teeth sank into the wall of muscle that was his chest.
Zeke’s fingers coiled in her hair and yanked her head back. Before she could protest, his lips and teeth were on her neck, biting their way down to her shoulder. He pulled on the shirt, the ties in front spreading, giving him access to more.
But it wasn’t enough. She could still think, and she didn’t want to think anymore. For just one night Ever needed the rest of the world to disappear. Her hands released Zeke’s back and clawed at her belt until her weapons crashed to the floor. Her shirt whispered over her head and landed in a puddle of blue.
A feral growl escaped Zeke’s lips. He grabbed her by the waist and slammed her against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him as his mouth found her nipple. He sucked on the tip, making it pucker. She pressed his head against her chest, begging for more, even as he hardened against her.
His hips moved, shoving her more
Chapter Six
Ever picked up the chair, ready to throw it across the tiny room. She froze with it overhead, then set it back on the floor and scooted it into place. Destroying her quarters would not fix the problem. Not the rage boiling in her veins over Spencer’s ultimatum. And not the turmoil she felt whenever she thought about him.
But there was one thing that would.
She needed a diversion, and she knew the perfect person to provide one. The door to her room eased open and she slid across the corridor. Spencer’s voice gave her a moment’s pause, but he was on the bridge. Good. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, though she wondered for a brief second why she should care.
Her knuckles rapped on the door. From inside came a muffled, “S’open.”
With a smile on her face, Ever pushed the door ajar, walked in and swung it closed behind her.
“Look, Cap’n, if you’re here to—” Zeke sat up on his bed, his eyebrows rising when he saw Ever. “You ain’t the captain.”
“No, I am not.” Her gaze traveled around his room. The weapons strapped against the walls. Clothes hastily stuffed into corners. Not disciplined at all, but a soldier. A kindred spirit. She leaned against his door, arms crossed over her chest. “I have a proposition for you.”
“And what might that be? If it involves going behind Spencer’s back, count me out.” He shook his head and propped himself against the wall.
Ever took a languid step forward. “Not that sort of proposition.” She flicked a finger along the blade of a particularly large knife to her left. “I have certain…needs.”
The mattress creaked as Zeke leaned forward. “And you think I’m the one to fill them?”
Another step. “For today. Then tomorrow we will go about our business. I am not interested in anything beyond the moment.”
He stood and closed the distance separating them in one stride. “Good. ’Cause I ain’t looking for complications.” His fingers trailed along Ever’s arm and her muscles tensed. “You sure about this?”
He’d said exactly what she needed to hear, but still she hesitated, thinking of how different his touch was from Spencer’s—less fiery, less exciting. She squared her shoulders, certain she’d react to the feel of Zeke’s skin on hers soon enough. “Yes. I need this.” Her hands ran up his arms, savoring the feel of his muscles, before tangling in his blond hair. She pulled his head close and said, her voice husky, “Tonight, I want to feel ravaged. I want to forget everything else.”
A smile split his face. “I can do that.” He pulled her roughly against him and dipped his head. His lips crushed hers, beard scratching her face as his tongue forced its way into her mouth.
Ever fought to ignore the taste of stale beer in his mouth and lose herself in the kiss. When that failed, she pulled away from him, grabbed his shirt and tore it over his head, her nails scraping his back as her teeth sank into the wall of muscle that was his chest.
Zeke’s fingers coiled in her hair and yanked her head back. Before she could protest, his lips and teeth were on her neck, biting their way down to her shoulder. He pulled on the shirt, the ties in front spreading, giving him access to more.
But it wasn’t enough. She could still think, and she didn’t want to think anymore. For just one night Ever needed the rest of the world to disappear. Her hands released Zeke’s back and clawed at her belt until her weapons crashed to the floor. Her shirt whispered over her head and landed in a puddle of blue.
A feral growl escaped Zeke’s lips. He grabbed her by the waist and slammed her against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him as his mouth found her nipple. He sucked on the tip, making it pucker. She pressed his head against her chest, begging for more, even as he hardened against her.
His hips moved, shoving her more
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