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My hand is still curled around her arm, and I try drawing her back to my mouth. Instead, she leans back even more, pulling completely away from me. Her cheeks have a rosy glow to them. She may not be entirely comfortable with me—yet—butI can tell she liked kissing me.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she whispers more to herself than me. “Let’s take this a little slower.”
I force myself to nod, although slowing down is the last thing on my mind right now. No, if I had my way, I’d have her spread out across the table, our food forgotten as I take my fill from between her legs.
“We’ll go at your pace,” I tell her, even though I doubt that will slow things down. She wants me, I can tell, just as much as I want her.
Her cheeks grow pink again and she drops her eyes coyly, “Okay.”
My cock is a steel bar in my pants, and I want nothing more than to pick her up and take her back to my cabin. Instead, I give her a solemn nod and I stand up. I don’t miss the way her eyes widen when they land on the obvious erection tenting my pants. I watch her closely, daring her to say something. When she stays quiet, I smirk as I take our empty bowls to the replicator before making my way out of the galley and back to the bridge.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Vruk
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I’m at the helm, focused on the viewscreen, when I hear Brettin come in behind me. My ears follow his footsteps as they make their way to the seat at my side. There is something different about his stride, and I wait for his signature growl when he drops his large frame into the seat to my left, but that doesn’t come either. When I turn my head, my heart stutters in my chest and my blood runs cold. Something is very wrong.
“What?” he asks when he notices the horrified look I’m giving him.
“You’resmiling.”
Brettin tries to close his lips around his teeth and drop his brows into a scowl, but he can’t.
“Oh god, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong with me,” he snarls, finally twisting his face into its usual sullen expression. “I’m just… happy.”
“What in the seven systems could have made you happy enough tosmile?”
Have I ever seen him smile before? I have to think hard on that. He laughs on occasion, but it’s usually a menacing sort of laugh. Often just before he beats the life out of someone who desperately deserves it.
Bracing his elbow on the arm of the seat, he absently rubs a finger across the seam of his lips as he thinks. “The female,” he finally says.
“You were with Sasha?” I wait for the ache of jealousy to bubble up, but it doesn’t.
Hmm, that will be something to unpack later.
“And what do you think of her?” I ask.
“I think,” he pauses, and his eyes wander off to stare into space for a moment before flicking to meet mine. “I think I want her.”
Again, I wait for anger or jealousy to rear its head, but it still doesn’t.
“What if I want her too?” I ask him. Then I watch his face carefully for what his reaction will be.
Brettin’s brows knit tightly together as he considers this and he slowly nods his head, as if my wanting the same female he wants is perfectly reasonable.
“Do you suppose…” His gaze drifts to the doorway, as if he expects Sasha to come walking in. “Could she want both of us?”
I wonder. What are the chances she might be agreeable to sharing us? Would we be agreeable to sharing her? The answer, yes, I would be agreeable comes surprisingly easy.
Brettin and I have shared females before, but always because it was asked of us not because there was any desire or attraction or even that we were particularly willing. Strangely enough, the thought of having Sasha between us, and not just in bed, feels—right.
Judging by the similarly perplexed expression on his face, I suspect Brettin is coming to the same conclusion I am.
“She doesn’t realize there are two of us,” Brettin mutters. “We need to approach her together. If that goes well, then we can proposition her.”
