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She tasted like pineapple, but better. Like sun and surf, but brighter. I was already hard again. She climbed over and straddled me. She settled her folds over my dick and slid slowly back and forth. Her pussy was still wet. Her juices coated my dick. For once, I had no other thought but my need to get in her. Adjusting myself, I nudged my tip against her opening.
“Yes,” she whispered, lowering herself onto me. “Yes!”
That’s when my Tak alarmed.
Chapter Twenty-three
Kai
“What is it?” Cece asked, even as she rolled off me, leaving my dick dripping with her juices.
I grabbed my Tak and punched the alarm icon.
“Fuck.” I pushed off the ground. “It’s down.”
“What’s down?”
“The shield,” I explained as I rushed to collect our beach gear. “As long as the shield is not working, we’re vulnerable to air traffic and satellite imaging.”
“Can you fix it?” Cece threw on a coverall while I packed our stuff.
“I can try.” I carried my surfboard to the shallows, dropped it in the water, and offered her the leash. “Hold on to this. Life jacket.”
Cece took the leash from me, grabbed the life jacket, and threw it on. “Can you elaborate on the ‘try’ part?”
“It means we’re the first ones to use this prototype.” I loaded our beach gear onto the board and secured it with a bungee cord. “No one has had to fix it just yet.”
“Oh, shit.” She winced as I raked the sand, erasing our tracks from the beach.
“Oh, shit is right.” I handed her the little rake, hooked my harness to the board, and motioned for her to mount the board. “Let’s go.”
It was the fastest swim of my life. It also felt like the longest, given that it gave me a few minutes to contemplate every-fucking-thing that could go wrong. My body’s automated response to the swim got me into my battle Zen. I pumped myarms and legs non-stop until we reachedSerenity. By then, I had a plan in mind.
After I helped Cece off the board, I unloaded quickly, lugged my surfboard to the toy deck, then rushed to my navigation station and stood there, clicking the keys.
Cece came up behind me and offered me my board shorts. “Here.”
“I’ve got work to do,” I grumbled as I ran a diagnostic.
“I know,” she said. “But you’re very distracting when you’re gorgeously naked.”
“Am I?” I didn’t take my eyes off the monitors, but I cracked a smile. “In the middle of this shitshow, you’ve given me good news.”
“Good news would’ve been finishing what we started.” A grin brightened her voice, despite our dire circumstances. She knelt and dropped my damp shorts on the deck. “Here, lift your foot. Now the other.”
I reached down and yanked the shorts up my legs, keeping my full attention on the screen. “I’m not complaining, but your priorities astound me.”
“Believe me, they astound me, too,” she said, standing next to me. “But I need to focus if I’m going to help.”
My system beeped, and I scanned the results. “We’ve got a power source failure.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we need to restore power to the shield ASAP or risk detection.” I tapped my fingers on a series of indicators that glared red on one of my monitors. “Stay here. Let me know if any of these turn green.”
“Got it,” she said.
I stalked to the stern, opened the hatch to the port side engine room, and after deploying the ladder, slid down the side handles and landed inside the engine room. It housed oneof the engines, a generator, pumps, and the special equipment installed to power the shield. The black screen I faced confirmed that the prototype batteries had failed. The shield was dead.
