“If you want, I can distract you.” The tone in Christian’s voice had turned mischievous.
She snorted. Of course, his mind would go there. He would say and do anything to put a smile on her face.
“I’m sitting on a bed in a lab,” she replied. “Not exactly private.”
“So, call me again later when you’re in your shelter, and I’ll tell you all the things I’d do to you if you were inthisbed right now.”
A deep longing grew between her legs. It had been way too long since she’d felt him tug on her hair, trail his mouth down her neck . . .
Okay, yes. That kind of distraction was exactly what she needed.
“Okay, I’ll call you later then,” Gemma answered, her pulse already racing.
Christian chuckled. “Sounds good. I look forward to it. Love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Not possible.”
Just the thought of telling Gemma all the things he wanted to do to her had him hard. Now, he couldn’t get the image of her lying naked on his bed out of his mind. It hadn’t been that long since they went on separate missions, but it sure felt like months.
Christian checked the time on his comm.16:00. He still had three hours until he was expected in the field. Plenty of time.
Already sans shirt, he lay back down on the bed, lowering his trousers and underwear. A quiver hurled down his spine when he ran his thumb over the tip of his member. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to have her in this bed right now.
He took his cock into his hand and stroked gently as he thought about the last night he’d spent with Gemma. The way her fingers had teased her clit. How wet she’d been for him, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She’d tasted great when she’d come on his tongue, and there were no words for how amazing it’d felt when he was inside her.
Christian let out a long, hot breath as a deep ache grew low in his shaft. His strokes hastened.
He pictured Gemma’s breasts. She was self-conscious of their small size, but to him they were perfect. And the way her nipples peaked when she got close to orgasm . . .
“Oh, fuck.” Christian tipped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as a vision of her flushed cheeks passed through his mind. She’d looked straight into his eyes as she’d come and screamed his name.
A tingling wave of ecstasy rolled up his cock. He let out a quiet groan as every muscle in his body tightened and his orgasm ripped through him. Bursts of painful pleasure fired up his member from base to tip, shooting hot cum onto his stomach. Again and again, his cock twitched until, at last, his muscles relaxed and euphoria covered every inch of his body. He flung his arm over his eyes and worked on slowing his heart rate.
A quick shower later, he was dressed in his black SARTF gear and was meandering toward the break room. He needed to grab something to eat before what was bound to be a long night.
Lysa was the only one present inside the break room. She sat on a small, L-shaped sofa near the books, bent over one of the titles and entirely absorbed in whatever she was reading. A smirk on his face, Christian made as little noise as possible grabbing a protein bar and cup of caff, then he plopped down next to her. Lysa shrieked, tossing the book into the air. His loud laughter carried throughout the room.
“I hate it when you do that,” she snapped, smacking his arm. “Just because you’ve mastered the art of tiptoeing around everywhere doesn’t mean you can give everybody heart attacks.”
His mouth was still in a grin when he took a bite of food. His sister’s green eyes burned holes in his face. She snatched the book and smacked him on the arm again.
At last, her expression softened. “I’m glad we’re finally getting a chance to catch up.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. As if he’d chosen other priorities over her, even though he hadn’t seen her in months.
“I know. I’m sorry,” Christian said. “Things have just been . . . a lot.”
Lysa gave an exasperated chuckle. “You can say that again. Did you know Dad’s only been coming out of his room to grab food? And then he goes right back in with the dishes in hand.”
“Good. I’d rather not see his miserable ass.”
Lysa smacked him on the arm again. “As much as you two annoy each other, you do know he loves you. Even if he isn’t the best father, his heart’s in the right place.”
Christian sighed inwardly and sipped his caff. Would she think the same if he’d told her that it was their father who’d signed him over to the Falaichte? She knew about their dad’s debts and about Christian’s ring fights, but he’d never wanted to tarnish the image Lysa still held for their father. To her, their dad “had a good heart.”
“So, it seems a lot has changed since you said you were leaving for the Trials,” Lysa interrupted the silence.
One of his eyebrows flicked up. “You could say that.”
