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He shrugged. “It was the only option.”
Xavier frowned and patted his cargo pants pocket. “Shit, remind me to go back to the cargo bay and look for my laser pen. I think I dropped it after slicing open the killer robot.”
Panic gripped my throat. “Are you crazy? They’re going to come after us. Another person who’s after us.”
My heart sank, and anxiety bloomed in my chest.
“I’ve reset the systems,” Xavier said. “We’re in stealth mode and already thousands of light-years away from the port. They won’t find us, Rogue. No one can.”
The realization bloomed in my mind, momentous and breathtaking. “We’re free?” My voice trembled.
Lore smiled, his ember eyes warm. “Yes, Rogue. We’re free.”
* * *
Free. The word reverberated inside my head as I showered. It circled my mind as I sat on the edge of my mattress and brushed the tangles from my hair. I glanced at the map on the bedside table. A map of this ship, our ship. It was the beginning of my training on how to run a ship.
Xavier had given it to me. My first task was to familiarize myself with the vessel, the layout, including the access ducts. Apparently, the ducts were also used as exit routes in case parts of the ship were compromised by fire or toxins.
This was our home now, for a while at least.
We were free. The word held so much meaning and yet…
I hadn’t felt free, not even after escaping Vesper, and I’d been semi-right considering Tide had intended to hand me over for experimentation. I hadn’t felt free, not even when we’d escaped the satellite station and run from Marick and the Athion government, and even now, on this stolen ship, thousands of light-years away from our pursuers, my body and mind refused to believe I was truly free.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Tide stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was barefoot, dressed in loose, dark-gray joggers and a black vest that hugged his torso. His silvery gaze swept over me and snagged on the towel wrapped around my body.
“We’re free, Rogue. On a ship and free.” His voice was husky with the sexy kind of rumble that made me instantly wet.
Heat spread across my chest. “You want to sleep in here tonight?” I licked my dry lips. “I want you to.”
His lips curved in a determined smile as he padded toward me. “Oh, Rogue, we aren’t going to be doing much sleeping. I assure you.”
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Tide
My cock is painfully hard. These past few weeks, the wait, her scent, the sounds she makes when with the others. I need to hear those sounds for me. I need to feel her wrapped around me, pulsing, throbbing.
Her mouth parts as if she can taste my thoughts.
Taste. I want to taste her. I reach over my shoulder, grip the neck of my vest, and tug it over my head. The tiny gasp she makes has my cock jerking. Fuck, I need her.
She lies back on the bed and opens the towel. Exposing herself to me, every delicious inch. I want to be controlled, take it slow, but my resolve crumbles to ash, and I am on her in an instant.
God, her mouth, so sweet, so fucking sweet. I fuck her mouth with my tongue, plundering while my hands touch and knead. Her hand slips down my waistband and grips my cock and squeezes gently.
I can’t breathe. Fuck that feels … “Rogue, I, damn …”
She’s working me, and I’m moving with her hand, pumping into her fist as sharp shocks travel through me, heating my groin with the threat of an explosion.
Not like this. I grab her wrist, halting her rhythm, and pin it to the bed above her head before taking her taut pink nipple in my mouth.
The arch of her back, the moans, the fucking gasps. Yes. I need more. I need to drown in her, wrap myself in her and become one with her.
