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“Oh, maybe an hour from now. What time do you have to be at work?”
“I have maybe thirty minutes, an hour. I can make up something.”
I felt Sam grow against my stomach. The draw to him was worse than whatever drug Dean cooked up in chemistry. It withstood all reason, all common sense. I thought I’d loved Dean once, but this obsession, this need I had for Sam, this love, made me irrational. It made me do senseless things.
Sam licked his lips and moved his mouth to my ear. “The hallway along the mess hall, when you get to the dead-end and turn right…”
“Those are the engineering cabins?” I interrupted.
Sam trailed his nails down my arm. “Bunk three seventy-two. Count to fifty and then start walking.”
When he turned to leave me, the fire in my dream flashed in my memory and I pushed it away. Whatever our future held was all the more reason to make the present worthwhile.
I craved Sam, and why should I wait? What if there was no tomorrow? What if all I had left were thirty minutes with him worshiping every part of my body? It was worth it. The storms, the fear, the excitement - it was a fleeting point in time that could crash at any moment.
My plans for the future crashed and burned one hundred times over in my life. I accepted my lack of control in this world. My dreams told me that. No matter what I did, destiny had its own plans.
I waved to the boys in the window as I flew down the hall minutes later. Sam and I were in this together, and we would be together… in every way.
His new cabin was twice as big as our first one, further confirming the politics of this ship overshadowed practicality. A single person in all that space was a waste, and we both knew it. The sooner we could be together, the better for our family.
We only had twenty minutes, and I hit my knees as soon as the door shut behind me. Undressing while I had his dick in my mouth was a new timesaving skill.
He had bent me over a desk, merciless with his force. I basked in the pain and pleasure as my hips slammed into the cold metal.
He panted, “I love you,” as he came inside me, and it reminded me of the seven weeks that had passed.
Sam had been rough, and I would have the bruises to show for it later.
To keep my story straight, I joined the class for the initial test and, thankfully, BeLew went first. If asked, they could corroborate my alibi. My satisfaction from our morning overpowered my small twinge of guilt.
Flushed and sated, I stepped into the chemistry building alongside Dean. He held my wrist as we stepped inside like he was walking a pet. He was short-tempered about my tardiness, but when I explained the boys had to show me the volcanic explosion in all its glory, he calmed down.
“Where’s your watch?” Dean spat. He held my wrist up as we stood in the empty white room. Only chairs and tables filled the space.
It took a moment to register his question. “Um… you were there. I gave it to the boys to time the volcano. They won’t lose it. Sometimes I think they’re more responsible than me.”
“Well, be sure they are.”
I shot Dean a look of annoyance. He was protective of his things, and that included me. “This looks like a meeting room. What is this?”
He tugged my arm and brought me to the corner of the room. Releasing me, he opened a drawer at a nearby table and pulled out a crowbar. Placing the flat edge in a slot of the tiled floor, he pulled the bar towards him and a piece of the ground lifted to reveal a stairwell underneath. It resembled a hidden basement, and I would never have guessed it was there.
“Pull it over,” Dean commanded, and I did as I was told. He placed the tool back into the desk and we descended, closing the entryway behind us. The room above us looked as if nothing was out of place.
I kept my questions to myself. I led the way but didn’t know where we were going. I walked slowly, looking back at Dean every so often. The dim lighting flickered like a bad horror movie. Determined to hide my nerves and fear, I directed Dean to lead as we entered a grey hallway. I kept my shoulders back and my chin up, but butterflies filled my stomach. There was one door at the end of the hall, making the destination clear, but I wanted him to go in first.
I had nowhere to go but through, nowhere to escape without Dean. We were in a dark hole in the center of the ship. Would the hatch to the stairwell even open for me without a key or code?
“You may see some familiar faces in here,” Dean explained. “It’s best you absorb it all without asking too many questions.”
“Okay,” was my response. The tremor in my voice gave away my fear.
“Don’t worry, Row. I’ll take care of you. This is all for you and the boys, remember.”
Dean did the handprint and retina scan and announced our presence on a monitor. I repeated the process, and we stepped inside a growing room. Lines of plants with workers monitoring and watering. I recognized them as the two hundred. Shielded by Dean walking in front, I shook my head at a few of them to signal they shouldn’t react to my presence.
Where the lines of plants ended, crisp white lab rooms began. Six separate spaces with what looked like eighth-grade science class equipment lit up a back wall. Bunson burners and test tubes filled the tables. This was way beyond my expertise, but I knew what I was looking at.
