Except this one had.I pressed my fingers to my lips again.
Oh my god.I’d just rolled around on the floor with Dax Cooper and gotten off doing it.The orgasm had been fuckingamazing.
I still felt a little bad that he hadn’t come.But honestly, I wasn’t sure I’d want to get down, dirty, andnakedin the gym.
I eyed my bed.It was small, but I knew from experience that it could work if you got creative.
The captain’s bed, on the other hand, would be plenty big enough.
Was this really happening?Me and Dax?Did I want it to?
I stared at the woman in the mirror, wanting an answer.
“Yes,” I said with a short nod.“I want Dax.”
Finn would be a problem, but he wasn’t here right now.Burn might be.But Dax was a grown-ass man.He should be able to decide who he wanted in his bed without input from his crew.
Crew.
That was another problem.Not for fucking him.I wasn’t crew.
I was still in the same place I was pre-orgasm, pre-workout.There was no role for me here onFortuna.
24
Lacy
After I’d stormed awayfrom the bridge, I’d stomped around the engine room, cursing, for a little while.It made me feel a bit better, but it didn’t take away the sting of seeing Burn in the navigator’s seat, the space on the bridge I thought of as mine, or Dax basically ignoring me.
It hurt, dammit.And I was pissed that it hurt.
When I finally calmed down, at least a little, I made my way to the utility room.After Burn’s disdainful comment about me wearing Dax’s clothes, I’d feel better in my coveralls.
I really needed to pick up some new clothes when we stopped at Rigel Naught.I was so sick of that damn jumpsuit!
And yet, here I was, pulling it out of the clothes refresher.I shimmied out of Dax’s sweats and shoved my legs into the blue one-piece.As I pulled his shirt over my head, I caught his scent, that subtle, earthiness that I’d snuggled into when he carried me to the med bay.
“Dammit!”I tossed his clothes into the refresher and programmed a new cycle.My nerves felt raw, exposed.Used to having a plan in place, I felt adrift and I didn’t know what to do with myself.What I really needed was a big repair job, but unless I broke something myself, I was out of luck.
Hauling the front zipper up, I escaped to my room.If I couldn’t fix the ship, I could try to fix Layla’s situation.I’d already watched the videos a few times, but maybe this time would be the charm.
I slipped inside as soon as my door opened, then pulled up short.Burn was leaning over my small dresser.“What the hell are you doing in my quarters?”
Burn stood up straight.“Your quarters?”She shut the drawer and looked around.“There’s nothing in here.”
Straightening to my full height, I shifted to the balls of my feet.She was taller than me and probably weighed more too.Not to mention she was a trained soldier.But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t fight for what was mine.“My tool bag’s in the engine room.”Now I wished I’d kept it in my room.There were plenty of tools I could use as weapons.What I wouldn’t give for a big, hefty wrench right now.
“That’s all you’ve got?”
“That and the clothes on my back.”And the data chip.And, technically, the clothes that Dax lent me.
“Sarge said he picked you up in the spaceport.That you’d run into a little trouble.”Her brows furrowed together.“But why don’t you have any stuff?”
“Why don’t you?”I snapped back before I could corral my inner child.All she had was that yellow backpack.The one currently draped over the chair inmyroom.
“Contest rules,” she said.“I got a change of clothes and a few pieces of gear.”Her brow furrowed as she studied me.“Seriously, though, what’s the story?”
I gritted my teeth and held back another sarcastic comment.Burn was officially part ofFortuna’s crew and I’d need them on my side.Or at least not hating me when the whole story came out.So I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my legs up to sit cross-legged.
