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This, this was exactly what I needed. Heat to combat the cold.

What started as slow soon became frantic, and I pulled on Bear’s shirt, needing it off him immediately. He didn’t protest. Every touch on my body convinced me that he just knew what I wanted and that this was his way of keeping his word. I let myself melt and I let myself take.

The moment his torso was exposed, I ran my hands across his skin. He gasped into my mouth, flinching at the coldness of my hands but he didn’t pull away, he leaned into me instead. I let my hands trail everywhere, explored the expanse of skin and muscle.

Bear wiped his thumbs across my wet cheeks, moving his lips to kiss my tears dry. His fingers slid down my neck, pausing at my collarbones before slipping lower. When he got my shirt off, he pulled me right onto his lap.

We became a tangle of limbs and hands wrapping themselves in hair, tongues tasting skin and shared body heat. I sighed in relief as his fingers found my nipples through my bra, and they stiffened under his ministrations. I repositioned myself so that I was straddling his thigh but also had my knee between his legs.

Slowly and carefully, I began to rub my knee against his hardness and Bear grunted, his breath hitching as he dove down to mouth my breasts through the fabric. I arched my back against him and rocked myself on his thigh. We moved like that together, panting.

To my delight, every other thought that wasn’t the building pressure between my legs or Bear’s mouth on my bra faded away to white noise. I grabbed the back of his neck and held his head against my chest, my eyes pinching shut.

Bear groaned my name as I stroked his back and right as his fingers started feverishly unclipping my bra clasps, the sound of footsteps coming to an abrupt stop broke us apart like we’d just been drenched in cold water.

Dax stood in the doorway, his face shell-shocked.

He took in the sight of Bear and I half-naked and still tangled together, his throat bobbing. Then he took a step back.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just wanted to…I should go.” He turned around to leave. Now, however, my voice was not only capable of showing up when needed, but seemed to have actively developed a will of its own because I called him back.

“Wait, Dax. Stay.”

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Bear

The second she called him back, I immediately went on the defense. Surely she wasn't doing what I thought she was?

But Lane made no move to cover herself. Which suggested that she didn't want to stop. And if she wasn't going to stop…

I shifted awkwardly underneath her, my hard-on aching in my boxers. My hands were still on her flushed skin, and she hadn't made a move to slide off my lap. In fact, even as she was addressing Dax, she was squirming, her core hot against my thigh.

Fuck.

I frowned at Dax, who I noticed was avoiding eye contact. Judging by his face, Sy had been correct and Dax had gotten his ass kicked tonight. But even though he had a cut on his brow and a nasty bruise blooming on his jaw, I couldn't tell if he won or not.

I wanted to confront him about why Lane was crying. But I also wanted to give her any and everything that she wanted right now. And from the looks of it, what she wanted was both of us. Did I want that? I'd never done this kind of thing before, let alone with one of my own crewmen. If I was in my right mind, I would've said hell no, absolutely not.

But then Lane turned her head to look at me again and the desperation and hunger in her eyes hit me like a gut punch. She grinded her hips a little against my thigh, a small breathy sigh leaving her lips. I felt myself grow even harder, if it was possible.

“Please, Bear,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to mine. “I want this. I want both of you.”

My grip on her hips tightened. I could feel the heat and desire coming off her. I could feel how bad she wanted this. A pang of sharp possessiveness kicked in, but was swiftly overtaken by horniness at the thought of making Lane scream and forget her name. And if I had to work with this prick to make it as good for her as possible, then so be it.

I dragged my eyes over to Dax, who I could tell was hiding his own hunger at the prospect. Now he looked at both of us with a question. My jaw ticked.

“You heard her, Miller. Get over here.”

He didn't need much convincing. I put my hand on her neck and brought her attention back to me with another kiss. Lane moaned into my mouth and I flexed my leg, using my hands to rock her hips against me. Dax focused his mouth on her neck and ear, his hands coming around to take off the rest of her bra.

Lane wasn't still. True to her nature, she wasn't just taking everything lying down. She kissed me back hard, her tongue sliding over my bottom lip. Her hands moved between me and Miller, touching us both and pulling on the last bits of clothing that separated us.

When we were all naked, I got to my feet and lifted her with me. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I moved her carefully to the safest, equipment-free spot of the bathroom. Dax laid out a roll of plastic sheeting, and it was that small gesture from him that undid the last of my reservations. I didn't have to tell him to care for her safety and comfort, and even though I still had my own grievances with him, that fact at least meant I could trust him with her pleasure.

I took Lane down with me gently, her mouth still latched onto my neck and it took immense self-restraint to pull her off. I held her head in my hands and brushed my thumbs over her cheeks. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she answered breathily, her head nodding. I ran my hands down her sides as she continued kissing my neck and I spotted Dax on his knees a short distance away from us, just watching with an unreadable expression on his face.