When she was all the way on, she paused for a moment, looking into the eyes of the man who was inside her, raw and unprotected. They had done it like this dozens of times over the past weeks, but always with the pills. Now, without her birth control, Fairchild felt more naked than she had ever felt before, as if Dutton were touching some new and tender part of her that was only being exposed for the first time. A second virginity.
The pistol prodded Dutton’s head.
“Well, don’t just sit there,” Rook growled. “Ride it. Ride that dick like the little slut you are.”
“Now, now,” Slayn said. “There’s no need to be rude.”
Fairchild didn’t look at them. She kept her eyes locked with Dutton’s, and she started to ride, slowly raising and lowering her hips, gliding the lips of her pussy up and down the Merc’s hard shaft, coating it from tip to base with her warm, wet arousal.
“Beautiful,” Slayn murmured. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Rook said nothing. She just kept the end of her gun jammed against the side of Dutton’s head.
Fairchild suppressed a shiver of disgust. The sensation of Dutton’s hard cock sliding in and out of her body was harder to ignore. God, why did it have to feel so good? She needed a clear head. She needed to think.
“Faster,” Rook commanded. “Ride it faster. We don’t have all day.”
Fairchild picked up the tempo and glanced at Rook’s gun. It wasn’t quite within arm’s reach, but it was close. If Fairchild made a quick dive for it…
No.
Too risky.
All Rook had to do was pull the trigger, and Dutton would be dead.
What Fairchild needed was some way to distract her. Even a fraction of a second would be enough. But how?
Fairchild looked around, desperately searching for anything she might use to create a diversion. She looked at her other two teammates lying on their identical metal slabs beside Dutton’s. Nash was next in line. Then Reece.
Nash… then Reece.
Fairchild’s heart thumped inside her. She had an idea.
There was just one problem. In order for her plan to work, she would have to finish with Dutton. She would have to let him come inside her without protection, without birth control. She would have to let him make her pregnant, or at least risk it.
She was okay with that.
More than okay.
Fairchild began to ride Dutton even harder and faster, letting his cock slide as deep as it could go. The skin around his pelvis was slick with her arousal, and it made a wet, slapping sound as she bounced up and down. The air was thick with the scent of their mating.
“Yes,” she gasped, staring straight into Dutton’s eyes. “Come inside me. Come deep inside me.”
It should have been impossible, but somehow his cock seemed to grow even more rigid within her. Her walls fluttered around him, begging for his seed.
He gave it.
Dutton’s body tensed beneath her as he came, spine arching, muscles flexing beneath smooth skin. A rush of liquid heat flooded Fairchild’s body, triggering her own intense climax. She tossed her head back and moaned, coming while Dutton came inside her.
A lot leaked out—a lot—but there was more than enough inside her to do the trick. There was a good chance she was pregnant now, or at least she would be, as soon as Dutton’s sperm had a chance to reach her unprotected egg.
She was going to be pregnant with her teammate’s baby.
One more reason to survive.
CHAPTER 28
Rook did a quick sidestep and shifted the gun from Dutton’s head to Nash’s. The movement happened in the blink of an eye. Fairchild knew she was going to have a tough time keeping up in her weakened state. Her mind was still a bit hazy from the drugs, and her muscles felt slightly depleted after coming so hard. If her plan was going to work, she would have to time it just right.
