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She kissed him again. “You won’t hear any complaints from me.”
The bed was bigger than the shower but not by much. It was a double wide bunk that took up one wall and most of the floor space.
He set her down in the middle of the mattress, kissed her once, and then covered her with his body. She parted her thighs in welcome as he settled over her, his hard cock coming to rest just outside where she needed him most.
“Tell me what you need,” he coaxed her, his cock throbbing as it pressed against her entrance.
“I already told you,” she protested. “But I’ll say it again. I want you.”
“I will never get tired of hearing that.” Edge kissed her again, and then he was inside her.
His groans filled the room as their bodies merged, her flesh giving way to his thick length. As his hips touched hers, she arched her back, taking him deeper still, and was rewarded with a wave of pleasure so intense she gasped.
“Perfect,” he whispered, the word a caress as heated as any kiss. Then he was moving, each thrust slow as he buried himself inside her, only to withdraw until she ached with the loss of contact.
They danced together for ages, the pleasure building as they moved in harmony, each giving and taking in equal measure.
When it was all too much, she told him so. Not in words, but with small cries and needy moans that spurred him to move faster, to take her to the edge and let her soar.
Faster. Harder. Deeper. He drove himself into her like a force of nature. The pace grew wilder, and she felt his cock thicken as he neared the breaking point.
Edge threw back his head and shouted, his face a mask of ecstasy as he lost himself in her body. She followed him into the maelstrom, her cries blending with his.
When her senses returned, she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her with an expression of pure primal satisfaction.
“I was wrong. I’m not keeping you in bed until tomorrow,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“No?” she teased. “So I can get up right now?”
“Absolutely not. You’re staying right here for two days. Maybe three.”
She laughed and settled deeper into the mattress as a sense of deep contentment and joy filled her heart. “Yes, Commander.”
20
For the firsttime he could remember, space travel didn’t bore him. Two weeks after their flight from River’s camp, he was rested, relaxed, and happier than he’d ever imagined possible.
They’d dropped into normal space twice. Each time staying only long enough to send a brief, heavily encrypted message to a relay buoy positioned along one of the busier shipping lanes. While it had been a long shot, they checked each one for messages from someone they knew, but there was nothing. The message they left behind was always the same, and they could only hope the right people would see it and understand. Chance, was the message, a clue to their destination and a request for anyone who read it to let Chance know what they were doing.
They were coming up on their next transition to normal space soon, but they had a few minutes before it happened. He had something he wanted to give River, and this felt like the right time.
She was in the cockpit, which wasn’t a surprise. She spent hours there, practicing flight sims and learning anything she could from Eddi about flying a starship.
“If you spend many more hours in here, you’re going to be a qualified ship pilot before we get home,” he told her.
“That’s what Eddi says, too.” She rose from her seat to greet him with a kiss. “So I guess I have a new job when I get back.” Her brow furrowed. “If we get back. I mean, I know we will eventually, but …”
“But we’ve still got Torex chasing us, and so far no one else has reached out. It might take longer than we want to get this sorted.”
“I know. I thought we’d have heard something by now. Maybe the messages haven’t arrived yet?”
“Maybe.” He stroked her cheek. “But I’m glad we’ve had this time together.”
“Me too.”
“I’ve realized something,” he said, not sure how to put his feelings into words. Neither one of those things were his strong suite. He was betterdoingsomething than talking about it.
River waited for him to continue. “I don’t want to do things alone anymore. I want to do them with you.” He opened his hands and lifted them so she could see the gift he had for her. The necklace hung from his fingers, the simple pendant swinging gently.
