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“Doc can run whatever tests she wants, as long as she does it tomorrow.” His hand slid down my spine. “Right now, I’m not done with fucking you for hours, filling you with my cock, and having you scream my name as you come on my tongue. Multiple times.”

“Maybe we should rest. It’s been a crazy few days.” I failed not to smile as I clenched my pussy around his cock.

“I’m happy to do all the work. And you’ll enjoy every second of it.” His thumb traced the curve of my hip, and the bond turned the touch into a pulse of heat that spread through us.

I pulled him closer, losing myself in the kiss, and the Chorus dimmed her lights the rest of the way down.

Chapter 22

Rennick

Our ship grew an Earth herb called rosemary overnight. A thick cluster of it pushed through the galley’s counter, dark green and pungent. Weird.

I pulled a sprig loose and rolled it between my fingers. The scent was sharp and a new addition to a Kelvane bioship. I grinned broadly. The Hollow Chorus had tasted Cass’s memories and furnished accordingly. She was showing off. And so she should. Cass’s gift to choose us made my heart full and our bond sing.

I cracked eggs into a pan, sliced the fresh sourdough bread, and put coffee on to brew. Cass’s body demanded caffeine through our bond like a second heartbeat, constant and non-negotiable.

The bond also tracked her through the corridor before her bare feet hit the floor. The limp from her hamstring injury was still there, and the stubbornness not to let it show that it bothered her obvious. She was fucking perfection. And that perfection was all mine.

I had to stop smiling so much, but every time I thought about last night, us naked, sweaty, fucking, talking, laughing, more fucking, it was all I could do not to dance on top of the Hollow Chorus and yell to everyone that Cass Myers was my forever mate.

She walked into the galley wearing my shirt, her hair still damp from the shower. Cass crossed straight to me, took the coffee out of my hand, and drank half of it without breaking eye contact.

“That was mine.” I grinned down at her.

“Everything on this ship is mine. You said so last night after you’d given me my sixth orgasm.” She leaned against the counter, and the Chorus pulsed warm amber around her like a cat pressing into a hand. “Doc messaged me. They’ll be here in a minute, so you might like to put a shirt on.”

“I prefer no clothing in private.”

She chuckled as she rolled her eyes. “At least you’ve got your pants on. I don’t want the ladies getting jealous. Because this is also all mine, too.” She smacked my ass.

The bond carried her intention, and I had to stop myself from grabbing her up and kissing her until she was breathless. Cass wanted the crew to know about us.

The galley door opened a few moments later, and Monica came in, her jacket thrown over a tank top that said Cute but Weird in silver letters across the chest. She stopped in the doorway, looked at Cass in my shirt, and whooped a laugh.

“Okay, three things.” She held up fingers. “One, you’re glowing. Both of you. Two, I’m not the world’s greatest detective, but I’m guessing that shirt situation means what I think it means. Three, your ship is growing herbs. She’s nesting!”

“She is almost fully operational and has never been more content,” I said.

“She’s not the only one by the look on your face.” Monica dropped into a chair and stretched her legs out. “Tambi owes me. I bet her you two would stop being idiots and get down to business by now. Although Doc will be pissed because what you did together clearly wasn’t resting.”

Doc came in next, her med kit over one shoulder, scanner already in hand. She pointed it at Cass. “Sit down. You should be on your back.”

“She has been. Just not alone.” Monica snort-laughed.

“I’m fine,” Cass said.

“Sit, or I’ll narrate your internal organ function and the radical shifts in your hormonal panel. Jeez! Your oxytocin is off the charts. Do you want all of us to know what Rennick did to you to make these sexy spikes in the data?”

“Ummm...” Her cheeks flushed, and she sat.

“Thought not. Stay still.” Doc ran the scanner with one hand and poured herself coffee with the other. “Wowsers! Your neural architecture is doing something I’ve never seen before. Is this to do with the ship?”

“It’s our bond and the ship,” I said.

“Your bond!” Monica fanned her face. “Tell us everything. That’s a kinky sex position, right?”

“Quit it! And we wait till Tambi gets here,” Cass said.