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Her ecstasy answered for her. Climax barreled over her, and her cries announced each pulse of rapture. He rode her harder, stroked her clit unrelenting, his grunts announcing his own nearing end.
“Show him, woman. Showme. Let us see how you love me fucking you. Tell me.”
“Yes.” The word passed her lips as another surge began its rise. “Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me.”
He did, grunts becoming growls. He was close, his need rushing to meet hers, eager to spill and make himself a part of her. The first telltale jolt of his cock buried within her sent her over again. She was lost in a blazing white sea, in the crashing waves of completion.
She didn’t stir until Hal lifted his weight off her. She straightened, and slight movement at the doorway across the room told her their peeper had left. She shivered and looked over her shoulder at Hal.
“I guess he enjoyed the show,” he said with a grin and a stinging swat to her bare ass.
* * * *
Tumsa set his travel bin on the bed gingerly. With Halmiko sitting on the other bunk across the room and watching him, it felt as if the wrong move would shatter the very universe.
“Your quarters, huh? I’m not shoving someone else out?” Tumsa gestured at the two beds.
“I’ve been kind of floating around since joining theRogue’screw. I started by sharing with Kom, but that Larsen guy showed up, and it got crowded. We had several other refugees from Nove Station that we brought to Haven. It’s only now that beds are being freed up.”
“Oh.”
Tumsa wasn’t sure if separate beds made the situation more or less awkward. Clanmates traditionally shared sleeping space, but the bunks were too small for a pair of men over six-and-a-half feet tall and more than two hundred pounds each.
Though they’d agreed to give their renewed link an opportunity to be repaired, he was concerned too much had happened and too much time had passed for it to work. He was willing to try, but the shared quarters’ atmosphere was smothering.
Who had Halmiko become during those lost years? He was more careworn than the Dramok remembered. Still handsome, still in great shape, though he’d lost some definition since leaving the game.
He felt as if he were drowning in uncertainty that hadn’t been present when they’d lived as a clan. Halmiko wore doubt as a second skin. It hurt to witness it.
Tumsa cast about for something to break the heavy silence. “I understand the captain is transporting cargo that’ll pay for the trip to Lobam. She’s only charging me for food and any medical issues that come up. She says I can work it off if I want by helping to offload the freight.”
“I’ve found her to be fair for the most part. I’m still unhappy about her insisting on speaking to Doljen without me. Us. Sorry.”
Tumsa tried on a weak smile. “She might be right that it would be a bad idea.”
He opened his mouth as if to argue, then reconsidered. “How do you figure that?”
“You and I are attempting to work out our own shit. Our uncertainty with each other could be a valid reason to hold off confronting Doljen for a day or two. If we aren’t on the same page, how can we convince him to listen to us?”
Halmiko considered him. “Still smart, aren’t you? You always have been the voice of reason.”
Tumsa barked a bitter laugh. His vision blurred. “The fuck I have.”
Halmiko started to rise, reaching for Tumsa for an instant. He paled and sank back onto his bunk. “Ah, hell. This is hard. Fuck, Tumsa. We want to figure this out, but I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to you, or even how to act.”
“Same here. How bad will it be with Doljen? He made it abundantly clear he won’t try.”
They gazed at each other helplessly. They’d barely left port, and Tumsa already felt failure looming over him.
Chapter Thirteen
Bernadette stepped into Medical, appreciating its quiet. Any day without a sick or injured crewmember was a good day, though she’d spent a small fortune on its equipment when she’d first bought theRogue. A sickbay was akin to insurance in its the hope it would never have to be used, but it was a godsend when it was required.
Dr. Z’s furry face poked around the wall that hid her office. She smiled, and her long chestnut neck followed her head into the main bay area. Her three-legged body brought up the rear, the gait of her stubby appendages comical as they trotted to keep up. “Thank you for stopping by, Captain.”
“Not a problem. Without a war, flying the friendly skies of the Kalquorian Empire is as boring a stretch as is possible. What did you wish to see me about?”
The Adraf smiled apologetically. “I wish to hand in my resignation.”
