Raylee wiped at the blood dripping from her nose as she
stomped up the ramp. "Ship, is everything ready for
takeoff?" She hurried through the corridor, heading toward
the bridge.
"You must be asking about the cargo, which is safely stowed,
as I am always ready for takeoff," Ship snipped. "I am a
class A freighter, the finest of our kind. I can—"
"Yes, yes." She plunked down in her comfy captain's chair,
the leather worn to fit her ass perfectly. "You can
reenergize in mere minutes. You are a marvel of modern
engineering. You can dazzle me with your specs during the
long flight." The main viewscreen was unveiled, displaying
the closed docking port. "Right now, we need to leave
Ungaria, heading to the planet Celia in the Spectra
Quadrant. I hope you know where that is, because I sure the
hell don't." She typed the information into her console.
"And make it quick before the Balazoid changes his mind
about boarding us."
"What is one more passenger?" Ship's question was loaded
with sarcasm. All of the lights flickered as energy was
redirected to the engine. "We've already been boarded by a
human."
"What?" Raylee raised her head. The Balazoid searched for a
human, but no, Ship would never allow an unauthorized entity
to invade him, not after...not after. "Where is the human
now?" The docking port opened, revealing a sky clear and
perfect for flying.
"Your sleeping chamber." Ship vibrated under her ass, his
engines rumbling to full capacity.
"Visual, please." A view of her cabin stretched across the
screen. Sexy sat on the edge of her bed, hunched over the
microchip in his hands. "That is Sexy, Ship." Raylee rolled
her eyes. "Wreak your revenge on him later. Concentrate on
getting us into orbit now." She pushed the thruster forward.
"Unlike humans, I can multitask. I—"
"Ship," she barked, and they shot forward, the force of
their takeoff pushing her back against her seat. Better than
sex. She grinned, her teeth rattling, her blood pumping.
* * * * *
"Fuck. He hurt her," Vegas fumed to his robotic twin as he
reconnected the android's battle chip. "Twice. Any other
damn woman would back away after the first time, but not my
mate." He shook his head, torn between pride and absolute
terror. "She's fucking fearless and that bastard Balazoid
almost killed her."
"If you hadn't incapacitated me, I would have protected her
as you programmed me to do." The android stood still, his
skullcap removed, displaying an intricate pattern of
electronic circuits.
"By protecting her, you would have jeopardized the mission
and eliminated your entire reason for being." A spark zapped
Vegas' fingertip.
"Short circuit me and I will also cease to be," the android
joked.
Vegas paused. Footsteps fell in the corridor, small boots
stomping on hard surface. His mate. "Silence." He shoved the
android into the storage closet, amidst a collection of
primitive archery equipment and a headless synthetic body.
"And be still," Vegas instructed, closing the door,
concealing the android.
The doors slid open and Vegas moved quickly, hugging the
wall. "What a day, Sexy," Raylee sang out, her voice lilting
in that way that made his body harden and his pulse rate
speed up. Kicking off her boots, she pulled at the
fastenings on her body concealing flight suit. "Sexy?"
She turned her head, meeting his gaze, and her big brown
eyes widened. A squeak escaped her full kissable lips as
Vegas grasped her shoulders, flipping her petite form
around, facing her toward the wall.
"What the fuck—" She struggled, and he stretched her
arms upward, pinning her.
"Shhh..." he murmured into the nape of her neck, brushing
his lips against her soft skin as he spoke. She smelled of
chalk powder and mechanical things, a cock–hardening
scent that was all Raylee. "I have you."
"You do." She looked over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled
with excitement, not fear. "I'm liking your solution to my
problem, Sexy." She wiggled her ass, rubbing against his
groin, torturing his already primed body.
"I'm not Sexy." Vegas curled his top lip in distaste at the
name she'd given his temporary replacement. He spread his
feet between hers, forcing her legs apart.
"I disagree." Her husky voice sent shivers of lust down his
spine. "This is the sexiest you've ever been." She arched
her back, tilting her ass upward in an invitation he had no
willpower to refuse.
Fuck taking it slowly. He needed her now. "That's because
I'm a man, not an android." Wrapping one hand around both of
her fragile wrists, holding her in place, he parted her
flight suit using his freed hand. "There's nothing I can't
do and there's nothing I won't do."
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