“Why?”
“I hoped that you would follow.”
“Of course I would. I thought I might have to convince you.” Elodie smiled. “We’re very different.”
“Not for long.” Gunner breathed hotly over her brow. She wasn’t sure if he knew how much she liked when he did that, though she suspected he did. It would always remind her of her safe spot, the one place that gave her comfort within that nightmare. “You needed to make the choice yourself.”
“I made it a long time ago.”
“And in desperation.”
“Not for me. When I said everything, I meant everything,” she argued.
Gunner pulled back with a smirk. “Remember, I’m in exile. You’ll be alone with me for the rest of your life.”
“I like being alone.” She looked around at his ship for the first time. “With you,” she added, her eyes going over the mess of the interior. Walls had been ripped off, bolts and screws littered the floor, tools haphazardly placed. There were exposed wires and piping, and when she looked farther in, entire doors had been broken off or blasted in. “You got your ship back.”
“The EPED and the Peace Keepers were able to track it to where the pirates had it stored.” Gunner led her in. “They were already looking for me before your distress beacon went off. Fuckers thought I needed help.”
Elodie laughed. “I’m glad they did. I’m glad we’re not on that freighter anymore.”
“What? You didn’t want to help me captain a crew of prisoners and mutineers for a few days? Bring in a new reign of terror?”
She slanted her eyes at him. “No. Neither one of us is cut out to be around people. We’d make terrible leaders.”
“Terror, Ely. Reign of terror. And it works. I already have the iron fist, see?” he answered her question, flexing his hand.
“Is the ship...working?”
“Most of the damage you see is superficial. The pirates cracked some of my codes and looted a lot, but I’ve replenished most of the supplies. But enough about that.” They stepped into a large room filled with glass enclosures and thick flora. She wasn’t expecting to see a well-kept jungle smack dab in the middle of Gunner’s ship. The lush and vibrant greenery was out of place among the rubble and metal.
Gunner turned her to face him and grazed his knuckles over where her nipples had begun to peak under her shirt and sports bra. Elodie grasped him as they grew taut under her clothes. “You’re mine,” he whispered.
“Only if you’re also mine.” She leaned into him.
“Machine, man, and animal. All yours.” Her breath left her as he said it. She had needed to hear him say it aloud. “Which do you want first?”
The last time he took her, Gunner had dominated her. She wanted him to do it again.
Gunner didn’t give her a chance to answer as he stripped her shirt off and pressed her to the wall. Her breasts spilled out when he ripped the center of her bra, his mouth kissing and nipping them in the next instant.
Elodie arched into him and struggled out of her pants. His were already miraculously pushed down as he reached down and helped her. His cock sprang out to slide between her crux and through her folds. It was velvet and hot, the push and shove filled with demand.
She sank her nails into his shoulders as his hands spanned her behind, opening her up. Gunner pressed his thick, pierced tip to her opening, testing, and grazing his teeth from her nipples and up her neck. Her pussy clenched around it, deliciously stretched open to take him.
“Man,” she begged. “I want the man.”
With a growl, he speared her in one thick thrust. The back of her head slid up and down the wall as he fucked her against it. She held on, held him, magnetized to keep the connection, rocking her hips with his. Her first climax had her melting into him, and her second was in unison with his.
Gunner dragged the flat of his tongue over her face, licking off her sweat while his frantic thrusting continued for a short time after. When it was over, she was on his lap, on the ground, their arms wrapped protectively around each other.
“There’s just one thing.” He brushed his lips over her head.
“What?” she asked.
“I’m going to need help repairing it.”
“Oh?”
