CHAPTER 23
Reece didn’t like it. Not one bit.
He was in the shower with Fairchild, pounding her from behind with a hard, aching cock.
It wasn’t the shower he had a problem with. Sure, it was a bit ostentatious. The bathroom in their suite was bigger than many hab units, and the shower itself was large enough to shelter a small family. Still, Reece enjoyed the comfort it offered. Instead of a typical showerhead, the water fell straight down from the ceiling like hot rain, and a fragrant mist swirled through the air. Even the tile walls seemed specifically designed to enhance the experience, amplifying the wet sound of skin slapping skin, and the desperate cries bursting from Fairchild’s lips as he fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her.
She wasn’t the problem either. Definitely not her. She felt better than any woman he’d been inside before, and the way her nano-augmented muscles flexed around his thrusting shaft made him groan with enjoyment. She braced her hands against the wall of the shower and looked back at him over one shoulder, her eyes at once fierce and begging.
Reece turned up the intensity, slamming into her even harder and faster than before. He could feel his balls tightening in preparation. No, the womandefinitelywasn’t the problem.
The problem was the mission. The objective.
Slayn.
The bastard’s invitation had already been waiting for them last night when they’d returned from the competition. They hadn’t won, of course—hadn’t even made it into the top three—but apparently Slayn had been impressed. Reece had known he would be. Fairchild’s last-minute improvisation had seen to that.
The arms dealer wanted a date with Fairchild this evening, alone. They would share an intimate meal in his suite, followed by a dip in his personal swimming pool. No need to worry about bringing a bathing suit.
And after that, well…
The invitation hadn’t gone into explicit detail, but it was obvious what Slayn wanted. ThiswasCalyxia, after all.
Reece shouldn’t have been bothered by that. If anything, he should have been experiencing the same old excitement he always felt whenever a mission was nearing completion. But this time, things were different.
Fairchildwas different.
She was unlike any other woman Reece had ever met, and his feelings for her ran deeper than mere physical attraction. A lot deeper. He wanted to protect her, even though he knew she didn’t need his protection. And he hated the thought of another man laying his fingers on her, even for a moment.
Dutton and Nash were exceptions, of course, but any other son of a bitch—
Reece sucked all of that jealousy inside himself and channeled it into his fucking. He gripped Fairchild’s hips and gave her three more hard thrusts, then he held himself balls-deep inside her and unloaded all his rage. She came with him, screaming withpleasure as his hot load gushed inside her unprotected cunt. Reece knew she had taken her pill for the day, but he wished she hadn’t. There was a part of him that wanted to see her belly swelling up with his baby inside it, and he had a feeling Fairchild wanted that too. He’d sensed it last night when he’d pretended to impregnate her onstage.
They might just have to make that happen for real, once they were back aboardthe Alluraand headed for Sector HQ.
But he was getting ahead of himself. First they had a mission to complete.
Once the flow of his orgasm had finally stopped, he pulled Fairchild back into his body, massaging her slippery breasts. Then he sent one hand down between her legs, where his warm, sticky cum was leaking out of her. She let out a breathless laugh.
“You were supposed to be getting me clean,” she said.
“Right,” said Reece. Then he leaned in close and whispered directly into her ear, knowing that the white-noise of the shower would mask his words from the microphones installed in the ceiling of the bathroom. “Be careful tonight.”
She answered with her pussy, squeezing and relaxing her inner muscles in the primitive dot-dash code they’d both learned as cadets…
I will.
Afterward, he helped her dry off, then they both exited the bathroom and stepped into the main area of the suite. Reece was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, but Fairchild wasn’t wearing anything at all. Her bare skin still held a pinkish huefrom the shower. The cheeks of her ass were an even deeper shade of pink, thanks to the rough pounding he’d just given her.
Nash was lounging on the sofa, pretending to watch a financial report on the holoscreen. When he saw Fairchild, his eyes lit up, and he gave a low whistle. Dutton was over at the bar, mixing a drink. Reece gave Fairchild a smack on the ass and headed for the bar too.
Fairchild headed for the walk-in closet, swaying her hips as she went. Reece watched her go with an aching heart.
“Drink?” Dutton asked.
Reece nodded, trying his best to stay cool in front of the cameras. “Whatever you’re having, Dutt.”
“Black Sun. Good choice.”
