before pressing in again. The air dryer still hummed and would continue as long as it sensed moisture. Bastian and I both had long, thick hair that wouldn’t dry completely inside this stall, but I had no intention of doing this out there. I couldn’t see if Jacks had come back but I didn’t think he would.
Bastian groaned again, sliding his fingers into my hair. I peered up to find him watching me. Our gazes locked as I slid back and forth until I couldn’t hold my eyes open any longer. Closing them, I focused on giving him the perfect rhythm of movement, loving the sexy groans. He began to pump his hips again then stopped.
I pulled off long enough to whisper, “You can move. I like it.”
A long, low moan spilled from his throat as he held my head and pumped his hips again. Still gently, still holding himself back. I gripped him with my lips, loving the long slow glide, the almost involuntary thrust of his hips. I wished for lubricant for my fingers because as I stroked my fingers over his backside, his cries grew louder, deeper. He liked stimulation there, and I wanted to slide my fingers into the heat of his body and make him crazy.
“I’m coming, Vala.” he said on a grunt. He tried to pull my head off him, but I held on fast, surprised when he gripped his hand so tight around himself, it had to hurt. I did pull off then, frowned up at him as I gently tugged at his hand, sliding my own palm around his throbbing member.
He groaned and spilled, some of it landing on my chest to slide down to my belly. He sagged against the wall, stared down at me. “Sorry.”
I stood. “I’ll wash. Bastian, you don’t have to pull out of my mouth like that.” Mandatory inoculations against sexually transmitted disease were enforced on every planet I knew—even the nastiest ones.
He didn’t say anything. Curiosity burned inside me as I tried to read his expression, but he only offered a sleepy smile. “I owe you one,” he whispered.
“You owe me nothing. Come on. Let’s take the man’s bed.”
“Thought you didn’t want anywhere near it?”
“We’re too tired for the floor.” I palmed the water back on, holding my hair out of the way so the spray could wash my chest and belly.
After another quick dry, we stepped from the shower to find our satchels on the floor. Heat crawled up my neck to burn in my cheeks. Apparently, Jacks had come back. I hadn’t planned to give him that much of a show.
“Guess he got an eyeful,” Bastian muttered as he pulled out fresh clothes. Brown pants and an ugly green T-shirt that was not going to look good on him at all.
Chuckling, I pulled out another T-shirt in an awful shade of electric blue. “Guess the pirates gave us the stuff they didn’t want.” I tugged the blue shirt over me. It fell to mid-thigh. There wasn’t any underwear in the bags, only a pair of brown pants. I slid them on, then held the waist bunched in one fist. The hem of the pants spilled over my feet. “These aren’t going to work for me.”
Bastian laughed. “You look cute.”
“My stuff is in there, but it’s so dirty, it stinks.” I bent to roll up the legs of the pants and nearly lost them. Sighing, I clutched the waist in one fist and worked to roll the pants with my other. “I left that belt I was using next to the lake.”
“We’ll look for it after we sleep.” Bastian pushed me toward the room with the bed. “You do look cute. The blue in the shirt matches some of the ink on your arms.”
Jacks had thrown dark cloths over the bowls of replicant stones, so the room was dark. I left the light on in the room with the shower and was wondering how he powered the place as I fell onto the bed. I didn’t even finish the thought before Bastian curled around my back. I sensed Jacks somewhere in the room, but the only thing I could truly focus on in that moment was sleep.
Chapter Six
The thing with being gassed in flight is the recovery time the body takes to get over it. Some
Bastian groaned again, sliding his fingers into my hair. I peered up to find him watching me. Our gazes locked as I slid back and forth until I couldn’t hold my eyes open any longer. Closing them, I focused on giving him the perfect rhythm of movement, loving the sexy groans. He began to pump his hips again then stopped.
I pulled off long enough to whisper, “You can move. I like it.”
A long, low moan spilled from his throat as he held my head and pumped his hips again. Still gently, still holding himself back. I gripped him with my lips, loving the long slow glide, the almost involuntary thrust of his hips. I wished for lubricant for my fingers because as I stroked my fingers over his backside, his cries grew louder, deeper. He liked stimulation there, and I wanted to slide my fingers into the heat of his body and make him crazy.
“I’m coming, Vala.” he said on a grunt. He tried to pull my head off him, but I held on fast, surprised when he gripped his hand so tight around himself, it had to hurt. I did pull off then, frowned up at him as I gently tugged at his hand, sliding my own palm around his throbbing member.
He groaned and spilled, some of it landing on my chest to slide down to my belly. He sagged against the wall, stared down at me. “Sorry.”
I stood. “I’ll wash. Bastian, you don’t have to pull out of my mouth like that.” Mandatory inoculations against sexually transmitted disease were enforced on every planet I knew—even the nastiest ones.
He didn’t say anything. Curiosity burned inside me as I tried to read his expression, but he only offered a sleepy smile. “I owe you one,” he whispered.
“You owe me nothing. Come on. Let’s take the man’s bed.”
“Thought you didn’t want anywhere near it?”
“We’re too tired for the floor.” I palmed the water back on, holding my hair out of the way so the spray could wash my chest and belly.
After another quick dry, we stepped from the shower to find our satchels on the floor. Heat crawled up my neck to burn in my cheeks. Apparently, Jacks had come back. I hadn’t planned to give him that much of a show.
“Guess he got an eyeful,” Bastian muttered as he pulled out fresh clothes. Brown pants and an ugly green T-shirt that was not going to look good on him at all.
Chuckling, I pulled out another T-shirt in an awful shade of electric blue. “Guess the pirates gave us the stuff they didn’t want.” I tugged the blue shirt over me. It fell to mid-thigh. There wasn’t any underwear in the bags, only a pair of brown pants. I slid them on, then held the waist bunched in one fist. The hem of the pants spilled over my feet. “These aren’t going to work for me.”
Bastian laughed. “You look cute.”
“My stuff is in there, but it’s so dirty, it stinks.” I bent to roll up the legs of the pants and nearly lost them. Sighing, I clutched the waist in one fist and worked to roll the pants with my other. “I left that belt I was using next to the lake.”
“We’ll look for it after we sleep.” Bastian pushed me toward the room with the bed. “You do look cute. The blue in the shirt matches some of the ink on your arms.”
Jacks had thrown dark cloths over the bowls of replicant stones, so the room was dark. I left the light on in the room with the shower and was wondering how he powered the place as I fell onto the bed. I didn’t even finish the thought before Bastian curled around my back. I sensed Jacks somewhere in the room, but the only thing I could truly focus on in that moment was sleep.
Chapter Six
The thing with being gassed in flight is the recovery time the body takes to get over it. Some
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