Page 48 of Survivor
“Shit,” Vex cursed roughly.
The sound of the door opening was followed by Tide’s scent. It filled the room.
“Please.” I reached for them. Any one of them. “Please.”
Lore entered behind him. Four huge guys in my tiny cabin. Four cocks to assuage the heat.
No. God, they were more than that. Fuck, I hated the heat.
It was bad this time. The episodes so close together there was barely any relief. Xavier believed it might be because we were skating a dead star, one that was in the process of becoming a black hole. He was sure it was affecting me.
It didn’t matter why. It only mattered that it was happening.
Cool hands landed on my body, skimming over my skin, touching me gently, with love.
“More.” My voice was a rough demand.
Hands began to knead my flesh.
“Yes.”
Tide’s lips found mine. His tongue swept the inside of my mouth at the same time as he entered me. I raised my legs and took him deep, losing myself to the tempo once again.
“Oh, fuck.” Lore’s ragged exclamation filled the room.
“She’s fucking beautiful,” Xavier said.
They were here. All here with me. I wanted them all.
Mine.
* * *
“Rogue, wake up.”
I opened my eyes to Xavier’s face and sat up quickly. “Are we there yet?”
His eyes lit up in amusement. “No, I decided to interrupt your beauty sleep just to see you smile.” His expression sobered. “Seriously though, how are you feeling?”
The heat had finally ebbed enough for me to think. It was still there but not as intense. I could do regular things like speak in actual sentences.
I grinned up at him and swung my legs out of bed. “I feel good.”
I’d fallen asleep fully clothed, and it only took a minute to pull on my boots and then we were headed out of my quarters and down the corridor that led to the bridge. Vex, Tide, and Lore turned to face me as I entered. They were all dressed casually in loose pants, vests, and T-shirts. Vex’s golden hair was damp from the shower, and Tide’s dark locks were mussed, giving him a boyish look. Lore looked studious as always. But his somber expression was absent, and there was excitement in his eyes.
Xavier had turned the roof of the ship into a map of the streaking stars, and stepping onto the bridge was like stepping into space. We were still in hyperdrive.
“Just a few minutes,” Tide said. “We’ll drop out in a few minutes.”
Anticipation bubbled in my stomach.
Since the night three weeks ago when I’d finally ejected Marick from my life, we’d been searching for a home. Xavier had scanned the star maps in the ship’s databases, scouring for a planet that was habitable, home to peaceful creatures, and off the Athion and Trad government grids. We’d discussed our next move. What did we want from our new life together?
The guys’ answer had been simple.
No more running. No more fighting.
The guys didn’t want to risk losing me, and although there was a part of me that wanted to fight, find the other one-percenters and save them too, now wasn’t the time. We needed to find our feet. Establish a base, and then maybe we would be able to help others like me.
