Page 95 of Worshiping Faith

Damn it. He’s not wrong.

“I need to get some stuff to Jinx,” I say, wiggling against Zachs’ grip. “He’s in bad shape.”

He doesn’t let go.

“We’re not done talking about this,” I add, shooting him a warning look. “I want you to take it easy.”

Zachs snorts like the very idea is offensive. “Careful, Doc. I might get the idea you want more than another orgasm outta me.”

I lean in, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “You’d be right.”

His grip tightens.

“I want at least four more,” I say.

The low growl he lets out would normally thrill me, but the walkie crackles to life.

“Faith, Jinx needs you,” Wilkes says.

Shit.

I turn, instinct driving me toward the door, but Dax is standing in the doorway.

And he’s not alone.

A man I’ve never seen stands just behind him, broad shoulders set with the kind of confidence that only comes from never losing a fight. Curly red hair, hazel eyes with a predatory glint, an expression that looks like it’s used to being obeyed.

Who the fuck is that?

The air shifts.

Zachs’ hands lock harder around my waist, his fingers digging in like I might suddenly bolt toward this new threat instead of away from it.

My pulse spikes.

I step out of Zachs’ hold, my gaze snapping back to Dax, scanning him. Something in his expression is off. Is he hurt?

“Dax?” I breathe. “Are you injured?”

His face softens. “No, sweetheart,” he says, voice steady. “We need to talk. Alone.”

That’s all it takes. The relief slams into me.

I launch myself forward, arms wrapping tight around him. My rock. My everything.

But there’s no time. No moment to breathe.

“Faith. Jinx is in trouble,” Wilkes’ voice crackles over the walkie again, sharper this time.

I pull back, already pivoting.

Dax’s jaw tightens, but he nods. “Get what you need for Jinx.” Then his focus shifts. “Zachs, mind the fucking ship. Get everyone who isn’t recovering in the wardroom.”

Zachs doesn’t respond.

I glance back at him just in time to catch the murder in his eyes, and the way they cut straight to the man behind Dax.

Chapter Twenty-One

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