A straightforward supply run turns into a life changing event when the two elites discover a treasure hidden in their cargo bay. Keeping their sexy stowaway may bring the full wrath of the Alliance down on their heads, but Trevar and Deacon won’t let her go without a fight. Will their journey end in heartache, or can three misfit hearts find love in the darkness between the stars?
Story Excerpt:
A muffled groan came from somewhere beneath Deke, confirming it wasn’t
the ground crew. None of them would be careless enough to end up inside a
shuttle heading for orbit.
“Hey, is someone there?”
Silence.
“Hello? If you can hear me, make some noise.”
Another groan, this one a little louder, reached his ears. Well,
whoever it was, they weren’t dead. Though after experiencing blackout levels of
g-forces while being imprisoned in a containment field, they were probably
suffering from a headache that would make them wish they were dead.
He carefully shifted several crates, tunneling down toward the sound.
When he lifted the last box, his heart seized in his chest and he had to take a
second look to confirm he wasn’t hallucinating. Nope. That was definitely a
woman. Her dress was dirty and torn, and her dark brown hair was lying in a
tangle across her face, but there was no way she was a hallucination. Neither
was the delicate scroll tattoo he could see peeking out through the strands of
her chestnut hair.
Fuck.
He toggled his wrist unit and sent a verbal-only message to Trevar.
“Get down to the cargo bay, right fucking now. We have a problem.”
“Shit. I don’t want problems, Deke, I want to get going. Can’t it
wait?”
“No.” He heard Trevar sigh heavily, the other man’s frustration a near
tangible thing even through the comms.
“What the fuck is it that can’t wait until we’re out of orbit? Did you
find our mystery cargo? Please tell me it’s something valuable.”
“More like priceless,” Deke muttered as their stowaway moaned softly
and opened her eyes for the first time. Dark lashes framed a pair of blue eyes
the color of glacial ice, and for a moment they stared at each other in
silence.
“Deke? What the fuck are you talking about?” Trevar’s voice broke the
spell.
“You’re going to need to see this for yourself. Move your ugly ass, and
bring your med-kit.”
“What the hell? Are you hurt?”
“Not for me, for the kitten in the cargo bay.”
Deke ignored the next outburst from Trevar and focused his attention on
the woman staring up at him. “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing
hiding in my cargo bay?”
Sonja felt like she’d been run over by a transpo, twice. Her chest
ached and her head throbbed like it might explode at any second. She remembered
the engines roaring to life, but after that things went fuzzy. When her eyes finally
focused, she found herself looking up at a handsome man with a stern expression
on his face. He had a short, well-trimmed beard that was a shade darker than
the cropped red hair on his head, and even from this odd angle she could see
enough of his steel-gray uniform to know he was a member of the Alliance.
“Had to…get away. Hiding. Didn’t
want them to find me,” she said, her voice coming out as a gritty whisper. She
hated how weak she sounded, and cleared her throat to try again. “I’m Sonja.”
“Who was chasing you? No one
said anything to us about trouble back at the base.”
She shook her head, and then groaned as the small movement sent pain
stabbing into her skull. “Long story. Where am I?”
“You’re on board our freighter, the Arca,
and you are a long way from home, Sonja.”
“Good.” The further away she was from the base, the better. With any
luck they’d gone deeper into the badlands.
Someone came running, their footsteps loud enough to make her ears
ring. There was something wrong with their stride though. It seems as though
there was too much time between footfalls. Sonja stirred, ignoring her aches
and pains to focus all her attention on her surroundings. She pressed down on
the floor and found herself rising off the ground. The gravity wasn’t right.
“We’re not on Earth?”
“We’re in orbit around it,” the officer stated. “I’m Deacon, by the
way. Are you hurt? I found blood on the bay floor.”
Sonja ignored his question and asked one of her own, instead. “Are you
going to turn me in?”
“That depends on why you’re hiding in our cargo bay,” a new voice
spoke, and Sonja realized this must be the source of the footsteps she’d heard.
Deacon turned his head to speak to someone behind him. “I didn’t want
to move her until you got here. I think she’s fine, but—”
“I’m okay. I just wasn’t expecting my first trip into space to be so,
uh, violent.”
Deacon moved back and another man appeared in her field of vision. He
was older than Deacon, with dark hair that was several inches longer than it
should have been considering he was clearly another Alliance officer. His steel-gray eyes matched
his uniform, and his expression was one of bemusement as he looked down at her.
“Hello, kitten. I’m Lieutenant Trevar Storm, and you are not supposed to be back here.”
Steamy Excerpt
“Like what you see?” Trevar’s question came out as a roughened growl as
he took a step toward her, then another. She felt like rabbit being hunted by a
pair of eagles, if the eagles were really, really big.
“If I say yes, what happens next?”
Deke actually chuckled at that. “What would you like to happen,
sweetheart?”
“Um….” She lifted her hands, palms up, as she struggled to find the
right words.
“Funny, you didn’t have any problem showing us what you wanted last
night. Ah, that’s the problem, isn’t it, we’re talking too much.” Trevar walked
up to her and set his hand down on the counter to her right, while Deke
mirrored his actions on her left.
She was caught.
Trevar was right. Talking wasn’t working for her, action would be
easier. She had to stretch her arms to reach them, but she managed to place a
hand on each of their shoulders, drawing them in closer. They came willingly,
pressing up against her so there was no more space between them.
Trevar moved first, dropping his head to slant his mouth across hers.
The moment their lips met, she forgot why she’d been nervous. There was no need
to be. He kissed her slowly, sampling her lips and then moving deeper. His
teeth nipped at her lower lip, sending a sizzling flash of heat coursing
through her. This was what she needed, what she’d always craved and never been
allowed to have. Here was someone who wanted her for something besides the mark
on her face or her family’s wealth. No, she corrected herself with what was
left of her mind. Here were two
someones, and they both wanted her.
Trevar knew he was in deep trouble the second his mouth touched hers. Kissing
Sonja was like standing inside a plasma bomb’s blast zone at the moment of
ignition. She seared his skin with every touch, sending Trevar’s blood boiling
and his dick aching with the need to be inside her. She was beautiful, sexy,
and breathtakingly naïve. Part of him wanted nothing more than to send her home
again, to live out a safe, protected life of luxury. Instead, he was charging
her a small fortune to deliver her to an uncertain future, and he was going to
do it while showing her everything he knew about pleasure. The thought gave him
a moment’s twinge, but he ignored it. He’d deal with the fallout later, after
they’d gotten safely to X2.
She rubbed herself against him, enticing him and inflaming him at the
same time. There was no artifice to her actions, no games being played. He
delved into the sweet heat of her mouth and felt her shudder in response,
loving the honesty of her reactions. She was so different from the hardened
women he usually spent time with. Sonja was still touched by innocence. He
could sense her emotions, need blending with nervousness and hint of
uncertainty, and it was almost enough to break him. Almost, but not quite. She
was far too good for a bastard like him, but that knowledge wouldn’t stop him.
He was going to have her anyway.
He lifted the hand that had been
set down on the counter and speared his fingers into her hair, the cool, soft
weight of it tumbling through his fingers. She’d selected some fragrance he couldn’t
remember the name of for her cleanser, a subtle, fruity scent that freshened
the recycled air around her like a sea breeze on a hot summer day. Fuck, he had
it bad if he was waxing poetic about her damned shampoo.
It was the weight of Deke’s hand on his shoulder that reminded Trevar
that he wasn’t alone with Sonja. It was an act of pure will to lift his head
and release her. Her eyes ice-blue eyes were clouded with desire, and her lips
were swollen from their kisses. He liked seeing even those faint marks of
possession on her. He reminded himself this was only temporary, a pleasant
distraction, nothing more. Once they got to X2, she’d only be a memory. He
planned on making it a damned good one.
For the first time since puberty, Deke was having trouble controlling
his emotions and no fucking luck at all controlling his body. He’d been
impatiently waiting for her to wake up for the past few hours, and none of his
usual calming techniques had done more than take the edge off his need to see
her again. He hadn’t done more than kiss her yet, and she was already wreaking
havoc in his world. This didn’t bode well for the day they parted ways, but
right now he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting her back in his arms.
She greeted him with a dazed smile and rose up on her toes to kiss him,
her hand moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck as he wrapped both
arms around her and tugged her in hard against his body. Damn, she felt good in
his arms, warm, and soft, and eager. She wriggled closer, brushing against the
hard ridge of his cock and he groaned into her mouth at the pleasure of that
brief contact. He couldn’t wait to feel her hands on him, or her mouth, or how
good it would feel to drive deep into her hot pussy.
Deke slid his tongue into her mouth and she moaned, the vibration
coursing through him and leaving nothing but raw need in its wake. She opened
to him completely, her tongue twining with his as she molded herself to him. He
unwound one arm from her waist to run his hand down her side until his hand
found bare skin. The silken warmth of her thigh inflamed him.
More. He needed more.
