That’s right. My dick is bigger than yours. It is now, at least.Now that she had a mental image to go by.
He tucked his erection away with a grunt but a heavy protruding tent remained. “You want to compare sizes?”
“No.”
“Drop your pants and let’s see.”
“I don’t drop my pants for men, only women,” she said quickly, her heart beating a little faster. “You’re clearly not a woman.”
“Clearly not.” He laughed again. “But now you have me curious if I have a contender. I can’t have a contender.”
“Why is that?” she asked before she could stop herself.
“Because the first woman I see is mine.”
She stiffened—heart racing—wanting to jump right out of her chest. The words that came out of his mouth were words she didn’t want to hear.
“And I won’t have her running off with a man with a better package. Women have a million men to choose from out in space, I need to make sure they don’t look past me.”
Elodie shrunk under the pressure of his gaze, feeling his intensity like she always did, straight to the very core. It left all her layers behind in ashes, weak and useless on the floor. Her tongue felt too big for her mouth.
She watched warily as he reclaimed his spot next to the bars, draping his arms over his knees, keenly aware that the tent of his pants appeared to grow bigger the closer he got to her.It’s just my imagination.
The tension between them was stifling and it was too thick for her to respond. She couldn’t think of a good retort. Her silence had always been a shield for her but now it felt no better than yet another prison.
What if he finds out I’m a woman after all?The question made her shiver and she wished again for the darkness to return.
As time crept by, all types of thoughts filled her head as she tried to imagine what Gunner had really meant. It made her feel things she didn’t need to be feeling, because the idea had an allure to it.
‘Because the first woman I see is mine.’
Mine. The word held weight. It drew her in. She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them, squeezing her legs together as much as she could. A knot grew in her belly, a faded yet forming bloom of arousal.
Elodie choked back a self-deprecating giggle.Weeks in a cell, barely fed, and covered in dirt, and now...fucking aroused.It was laughable. It really was.
She tried to argue it out. Surely what she felt wasn’t actually arousal but something else, something less feminine, possibly affection. But the idea was shot down as soon as it arose. She didn’t want to hug Gunner, or crawl into his lap and nuzzle him, to whisper sweet nothings in his ear. She didn’t want to sneak a soft kiss through the gaps of the metal between them. It wasn’t affection she felt.
Maybe she’d chalk it up to lust. Animal magnetism. Elodie plucked at her lower lip. After everything that had happened—that was still going to happen—a little relief from the stress seemed like a good idea. At least her body felt that way.
Elodie got to her feet and started to pace. The smell followed her as did his eyes; she didn’t need to spare him a glance to know. Her sixth sense had come out strong since he was thrown into the cell next to hers.
“Ely.”
She stopped in her tracks.
“Come back to me,” Gunner beckoned.
She didn’t move.
“Please.” He said it so low she wasn’t sure if she’d actually heard it. She turned to face him and slithered back down to her spot next to him.
“Thank you.” His head fell on the bars, and Elodie was taken aback by how tired he looked.
“Are you okay?” she asked, suddenly concerned.
“Am I?”
Her eyes went to the food rations that he hadn’t touched, sitting on the other side. “You need to eat. You haven’t eaten yet.”
