Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
It's not the most comfortable of sex positions—he's so big that at times it feels like too much, but I still love it. When I ride him, I can feel his thick scars under my thighs, and the slightly unpleasant sensation of metal under the plas-skin of his prosthetic leg where it meets his hip. These are just all the more arousing to me, though, because they're wholly Jerrok, and when I come, it's with a cry of his name, our fingers laced as I ride him. He comes a split second later, as if he was waiting for my release before claiming his own, and rocks me on his length even as he fills me with his seed.
When I collapse on his chest, I'm filled with that terrifying sensation of joy all over again. Like things are so perfect they surely can't continue like this. I twine my fingers in his hair, holding onto him as I press my cheek to his breastbone plating, and listen to his heart beat. "I love you," I tell him again. "I love you so much."
"My Sophie," he murmurs, stroking my back. "My good girl."
It's like he knows just what to say to me to make me feel at peace. I go to sleep curled atop my mate, sated and content.
66
JERROK
I wake up in the morning with Sophie's hair in my mouth, my cock and thighs sticky with our release, and my mate snoring and sprawled over my chest.
I've never been so keffing happy.
I lightly trail my fingers up and down her spine as she sleeps, unwilling to awaken her. Last night, we should have showered after sex, but she'd dozed off and I didn't have the heart to move her. I like wearing her scent, anyhow. In a brutal, animalistic way, I like the thought of others smelling it on me, knowing that she's mine. Maybe that's crazy, but I don't care.
Sophie loves me and wants to stay with me.
It's like a dream, one I don't want to wake up from. To think that this gorgeous, lovely female has been through so much and still wants to be touched. To think that she can see happiness with me, a broken war veteran scarred both inside and out, who hides away from the universe. I know that living on an asteroid in a broken-down abandoned station isn't a dream for anyone. Most people can't wait to get away from this place. I'm too far out from most of the comm bands to get vid transmissions, too far from most stations for an easy visit, and it's just…a solitary life. I expected to spend it alone, save for the occasional visitor looking to trade scrap.
But the thought of waking every day with Sophie at my side fills me with such utter…joy. She deserves better than me, but if she wants me, I'll gladly be hers.
Eventually, my circuits start to twitch, and I grimace, knowing that I have to get up. I carefully extract myself out from under my mate, who sleeps like the dead. She smacks her lips and rolls over in the blankets, presenting me with her fine-looking backside, and I'm tempted to climb back in.
No. I have to talk to Kivian. Sophie wants to help with any sort of rescue of the va Sithai brothers, and I understand that. If we can help out, we'll do so. I owe them…because they dumped Sophie on my doorstep and made me take her in despite my reluctance. If they were here right now, I'd keffing kiss each one in sheer gratitude. Since they're not, though, I'll help with the rescue.
I take a quick shower and change into a fresh pair of trou and a work tunic, then head out into the hangar to see if the crew of the Jabberwock is awake.
Kivian and Sentorr are on the bridge of the other ship, despite the early hour, and I tell them Sophie's plan—that we want to help out with the rescue, and for us to help with the retrieval of the Little Sister. I talk about the carinoux, too, though everything in my body revolts at the thought of selling him, since I know Sophie's so fond of him. I also mention what I haven't told anyone else before—that I've got plenty of weapons and a stash of unmarked credits at my disposal.
"How do you have so many weapons?" Sentorr asks with a frown when I outline just how much I have at hand. "You're a keffing scrapper."
"I am," I agree. "And when you get boarded by the authorities, do you leave your weapons out or do you have secret hiding places stashed all over your ship to hide such things? Not all hiding spaces get found before the ship comes to me." I shrug. "I keep what I find, just in case it's needed."