“And we’ll be ready.” Kia sat beside her and strung a pale arm over her shoulder. “Lans will be fine. The guys have his back.”
“Since when have you been so worried about Lans?” Sara asked, crawling on the bed and sitting, cross-legged behind her.
Emma dipped her chin in her hands. “He rescued me from that auction house, didn’t he?”
“Oh? Herescuedyou now?” Kia bumped her with her shoulder. “Every time you mention that day, you always say he ‘stole’ or ‘kidnapped’ you. And then you scowl.” Kia laughed. “Likereallyhard.”
“Yeah, well, people change.” She stared into her lap.
Suddenly, Simone froze.
Her dark eyes bounced over Emma’s body. “You did it, didn’t you?”
“Did what?”
“It.” Simone leaned back. “Oh my go—you did it so hard!”
“What?”
“Did you do it on the bed?” Sara pointed. “This bed?”
Simone glanced down.
Kia froze.
Sara gasped.
At once, all three of them sprang off the cot.
Emma raised both hands. “I can explain.”
“I knew that bed smelled like sweat and lust,” Sara said with a laugh.
“It does not!” Emma bent down and sniffed the cot. She caught the distinct fragrance of Lans. “Hm. Well, maybe a little.”
“The guy got shot by a freaking arrow and… you didn’t even wait for him to heal?” Simone asked, both hands on her hips and her head cocked. “You couldn’t wait till he was out of this… alien hospital? Girl!”
“To be fair,hewas the one who was pushing.”
“Really?” Simone tilted her head.
“Um…” Emma tried to recall the steps leading up to Lans diving between her legs.
Flashes of memories filled her head.
Her body bouncing harder into the mattress.
Her cries getting lost in his mouth.
His tail sliding inside her.
Explosions of pleasure, pain and heat.
“Girl!” Sara shrieked. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Your face is getting so red.”
The women burst out into loud hoots of laughter.
“Sh!” Emma pressed a finger to her lips, half-embarrassed and half-concerned. “The Plutonians shouldn’t know about us. And there are other patients in here. The noise—”