adjacent quadrant.
The enemy underestimated me, not blocking my decoy abilities. I’m a class-A
freighter. I don’t—”
“Thank you, Ship.” Raylee closed her eyes, squeezing the
bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. “Oh God. This was my
fuckup. I’m the captain. I should have been on the bridge when the warship
first appeared.”
“I am a class-A freighter. I—”
“I’m the captain, Ship.” Raylee bounced to her feet. “And
I’m not alone anymore. I have a crew to protect.” She paced, her arms folded
behind her back, the burden of responsibility weighing upon her. “I never
wanted a crew.” She strode between the empty chairs. “But I have one, don’t I?”
She looked up at the beams. “Oh God.”
“The Federation operative is not a crew member. He is an
unauthorized passenger,” Ship sniped.
“Vegas is more than a crew member. He’s the man I love and I
could have killed him with my sloppiness.” She stopped. I love him. Shit.
We’re all going to die. “Did I kill him? What is Vegas’ status?”
“The companion android is reviving him. All of his vital
signs are fully operational and he is inquiring after your status.”
“Thank God.” Her shoulders lowered, relief rushing into her.
“Tell him I will return to our sleeping chamber when my shift is complete.”
* * * * *
“Replay transmission,” Vegas instructed Ship. “Look at her.”
He swatted his hand at the small viewscreen, the need for violence roiling
within him. “A normal woman would be subservient, but not our Raylee.” He
paused on one frame. Raylee’s chin was lifted. Her brown-eyed gaze was directed
straight at the monitoring device. A gleam of moisture covered her full bottom
lip. “I want to kiss the sass off her face and I’m human. A Balazoid warrior
would never let her talk to him like that.”
“You are overly tense.” Sexy rubbed the giant knot coiling
between his shoulders. They were both naked and sitting on the bed, waiting for
their captain’s return.
“You’re damn right I’m tense!” Vegas curled his fingers into
tight fists. “They almost took her,” he fumed, as the android’s hands worked
down his back. “And I couldn’t have done anything to stop her because I would
have been dead—dead, while the Balazoids took my mate.” Vegas leaned forward,
propping himself up by his elbows, allowing the male companion android to
massage his ass cheeks.
“I would have protected her,” Sexy assured him.
“ You would have protected my woman,” Vegas
growled. His hands ached. Red spots danced in front of his eyes. “You can kiss
my ass, Sexy.”
The android pressed a moist kiss at the juncture of his ass
cheeks and Vegas jerked at the unexpected contact. Some of his anger flowed
into desire.
“Eat my ass out, Sexy,” he instructed. He closed his eyes as
his robotic twin licked and nibbled down the valley between his cheeks, his big
coarse hands spreading him slightly for better access.
The door slid open. Vegas knew who it was, but he ignored
Raylee, pushing back against Sexy’s face, forcing his nose and chin between his
ass cheeks. The android gripped his hips, his strength matching his. A hot, wet
tongue probed his puckered hole.
He heard a rustle of fabric, yet he continued to stare
straight ahead, the anger rekindling inside him. Sexy had his tongue right up
his ass now, making a munching noise as though he was truly eating his ass out.
Vegas’ lips quirked. Fuck. I love my woman’s crazy sense of humor.
“Am I interrupting?” Raylee’s husky voice hung in the
sleeping chamber. Her unique chalk powder and engine oil scent filled the
space. All of his senses were assailed by her presence.
Vegas glanced over. She stood, gloriously naked, the sight
of her pert breasts and shapely hips making his cock harden. He ignored his
aroused state, focusing on his fear-induced fury. “Come here,” he ordered.
His anger must have been reflected in his face,
The enemy underestimated me, not blocking my decoy abilities. I’m a class-A
freighter. I don’t—”
“Thank you, Ship.” Raylee closed her eyes, squeezing the
bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. “Oh God. This was my
fuckup. I’m the captain. I should have been on the bridge when the warship
first appeared.”
“I am a class-A freighter. I—”
“I’m the captain, Ship.” Raylee bounced to her feet. “And
I’m not alone anymore. I have a crew to protect.” She paced, her arms folded
behind her back, the burden of responsibility weighing upon her. “I never
wanted a crew.” She strode between the empty chairs. “But I have one, don’t I?”
She looked up at the beams. “Oh God.”
“The Federation operative is not a crew member. He is an
unauthorized passenger,” Ship sniped.
“Vegas is more than a crew member. He’s the man I love and I
could have killed him with my sloppiness.” She stopped. I love him. Shit.
We’re all going to die. “Did I kill him? What is Vegas’ status?”
“The companion android is reviving him. All of his vital
signs are fully operational and he is inquiring after your status.”
“Thank God.” Her shoulders lowered, relief rushing into her.
“Tell him I will return to our sleeping chamber when my shift is complete.”
* * * * *
“Replay transmission,” Vegas instructed Ship. “Look at her.”
He swatted his hand at the small viewscreen, the need for violence roiling
within him. “A normal woman would be subservient, but not our Raylee.” He
paused on one frame. Raylee’s chin was lifted. Her brown-eyed gaze was directed
straight at the monitoring device. A gleam of moisture covered her full bottom
lip. “I want to kiss the sass off her face and I’m human. A Balazoid warrior
would never let her talk to him like that.”
“You are overly tense.” Sexy rubbed the giant knot coiling
between his shoulders. They were both naked and sitting on the bed, waiting for
their captain’s return.
“You’re damn right I’m tense!” Vegas curled his fingers into
tight fists. “They almost took her,” he fumed, as the android’s hands worked
down his back. “And I couldn’t have done anything to stop her because I would
have been dead—dead, while the Balazoids took my mate.” Vegas leaned forward,
propping himself up by his elbows, allowing the male companion android to
massage his ass cheeks.
“I would have protected her,” Sexy assured him.
“ You would have protected my woman,” Vegas
growled. His hands ached. Red spots danced in front of his eyes. “You can kiss
my ass, Sexy.”
The android pressed a moist kiss at the juncture of his ass
cheeks and Vegas jerked at the unexpected contact. Some of his anger flowed
into desire.
“Eat my ass out, Sexy,” he instructed. He closed his eyes as
his robotic twin licked and nibbled down the valley between his cheeks, his big
coarse hands spreading him slightly for better access.
The door slid open. Vegas knew who it was, but he ignored
Raylee, pushing back against Sexy’s face, forcing his nose and chin between his
ass cheeks. The android gripped his hips, his strength matching his. A hot, wet
tongue probed his puckered hole.
He heard a rustle of fabric, yet he continued to stare
straight ahead, the anger rekindling inside him. Sexy had his tongue right up
his ass now, making a munching noise as though he was truly eating his ass out.
Vegas’ lips quirked. Fuck. I love my woman’s crazy sense of humor.
“Am I interrupting?” Raylee’s husky voice hung in the
sleeping chamber. Her unique chalk powder and engine oil scent filled the
space. All of his senses were assailed by her presence.
Vegas glanced over. She stood, gloriously naked, the sight
of her pert breasts and shapely hips making his cock harden. He ignored his
aroused state, focusing on his fear-induced fury. “Come here,” he ordered.
His anger must have been reflected in his face,
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