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“And I could bear it.” She cupped his face, her brown eyes
earnest and sincere. “If you lived. Besides,” Raylee gave him a cheeky smile,
“how much fucking could they possibly do before you arrived and split their
tentacle-covered heads open? You would use that Federation training of yours to
rescue me, right?”

“I’d use everything I had and more.” Vegas brushed his lips
against hers. “I’d search the vast expanses of space for you. I’d never give
up. Never.” He licked over the salty tracks of her spilled tears, wishing to
erase the damage he’d caused.

“I’d die for you, Raylee,” he vowed fervently. “You are
mine, mine to protect, mine to love.” He sighed. “You have to be more careful,
though.” He kissed up her neck, following the blood pumping through her veins.
“If only for my sanity.”

He loves me.
He worries about me.
“I’ll be
careful,” Raylee solemnly vowed, gazing into his startling blue eyes.

Vegas pressed his mouth against hers, his touch warm and
firm and reassuring after Sexy’s passionless fucking. The encounter had scared
her, chilling her to a bone-deep cold, as there had been nothing she could have
done to stop the continuous cycle of fucking and coming, her companion android
possessing the ability to fuck for days with no relief. All of the control had
rested with Vegas and, although he would never hurt her, he’d been so very
angry with her and the situation.

Even now, he impatiently stabbed the seam of her mouth with
his tongue, and when Raylee parted her lips, Vegas immediately pried open the
gap, invading her mouth, twisting and twining his tongue around hers, his
flavor of meat, man and spice, cleansing the lingering aftertaste left by his
hard usage. He caressed her neck with warm human hands, his weight pushing her
further into Sexy’s motionless body, the android’s hard cock fitting between
her ass cheeks, ready to be reactivated at any moment.

On another evening, she would have suggested the android
fuck her ass, while Vegas played with her pussy, but not tonight, not with her
human lover moaning into her mouth, a low, deep, hurtful sound communicating
his distress, extending a plea for comfort she couldn’t ignore. As Vegas kissed
her, Raylee rubbed circles into his shoulders, his muscles tight and strained
under her palms, a physical revelation of the price he paid for his graphic
demonstration.

He did it because he loves me, as I love him.
Raylee
arched toward him, rubbing her nipples against his defined chest.
He
protects me and I, in turn, will protect him, always.
She gripped him
tighter to her.

Vegas pulled back, a half smile on his rugged face. “So
beautiful.” He grazed his thumb over her bottom lip and she caught that
wandering thumb, sucking it into her mouth, licking the salt off his skin. “Yet
such a source of trouble.” His blue eyes glinted with the remnants of his
anger.

She reluctantly released his thumb. “I’ll be careful,” she
repeated. “I won’t let the Balazoid warriors anger me again. I promise. I won’t
risk your life just so I can tell them what a bunch of male chauvinistic asses
they are. And they are, you know, Vegas. Looking at me like I’m a piece of
meat. I—”

“You were saying something about not letting them anger you
again?” Vegas raised his eyebrows. He rested his hands on her shoulders, his
fingers spread reassuringly over her skin.

“I won’t,” Raylee promised sheepishly. “I can control my
temper.”
I hope.

“You’d better.” He brushed his mouth over hers and cupped
her small breasts, squeezing gently, his fingertips coarse on her soft flesh.
“Because the Balazoids are unworthy of these.” He dragged his mouth down her
throat, over her collarbone, hovering above her slight curves. “I’m unworthy of
these.” He swiped his tongue back and forth, back and forth, close enough to
send shivers of sensation to her sensitive nipples, yet too far to ease their
ache.

Raylee pushed her chest upward, greedy for more. “The Balazoids
wouldn’t know what to do with them.”

“I know what to do.” Vegas skimmed his thumbs over her
nipples and she cried out, her pleasure intensified by the brevity of his
touch.

He smiled knowingly as he grazed her side with his rough
fingers. “You were made for my hands, Raylee.” He swept the flat of his tongue
around her breasts, circling first one and then the other, teasing her into a
frenzy. “You were made for my mouth.” She kicked when he fastened his lips over
her right nipple, sucking her flesh into his hot mouth, laving her taut peak
with his wicked tongue.

“Vegas.”
He’s right. I’m made for his hands, his mouth.
She held his head to her as he suckled noisily at her breast, pulling at her
soul with each gulp. She threaded her fingers through his ink-black hair and
caressed his scalp, moaning her encouragement, his tugs cascading down her body
to swirl in her pussy. “Please,” she pleaded for more.

He said nothing, his chin rubbing a trail of awareness
across her skin, his mouth searching out and finding her left breast. “Yes.”
She clutched him, pushing that neglected breast into his loving mouth. “Feed on
me, Vegas. Devour me.”

He licked and slurped and sucked until her skin was red and
tender, her nipples elongated with the suction, her ass twitching with the itch
in her pussy. With each wiggle and squirm, her puckered asshole rubbed against
her android’s broad cock head, reminding her that she lay between two hard
males, both willing and able to fuck her.

When she thought she couldn’t take any more, that she’d
explode under his skillful touch, Vegas released her breast to kiss and nibble
lower, over her stomach, around her bellybutton, poking the indentation with
his tongue.

He placed a possessive palm over her mound, his fingertips
dipping into her moisture, spreading her pussy lips, and Raylee gasped,
guessing his intentions. “Vegas, I’m…” She was full of their combined juices,
the inside of her thighs bathed with his cum.

“You’re sore.” He grimaced, guilt reflected in his startling
blue eyes. Raylee said nothing. She was too sore for fucking. “I know.” He
hovered over her, examining her thoroughly, blowing air onto her battered pussy
lips in the most loving of caresses. “I’ll soothe the pain I caused you,
Raylee.”

He descended upon her with a stimulating slowness and Raylee
held her breath, anticipating his touch. Vegas slid his hands between her body
and the android’s, cupping her ass, lifting her so she could better see her pussy.
His tongue extended and Raylee’s world dimmed. She panted for contact. One
flick and she screamed, clutching his arms, coming hard and fast, her pussy
vibrating, hot, wet cream running along her ass crack, dripping onto Sexy’s
hard cock.

“Hmmm…” Vegas didn’t draw back. He hummed, his moving mouth
drawing another series of post-orgasmic shudders as he inhaled her cream and
his cum, his throat working with each swallow.

A rumble originated low in Vegas’ chest, reminiscent of the
noises she had programmed Sexy to make while he ate her out, and Raylee
laughed, smacking his shoulder blades, wishing she’d seen his expression when
Sexy first made that sound against his ass. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
Raylee asked, enjoying that Vegas got her whacky brand of humor.

He answered her by sliding his tongue deep into her pussy
and fluttering that talented appendage, causing her to dig her fingernails into
his shoulders and writhe on top of her companion android. “Vegas!” she cried
out, her ass cheeks cradling Sexy’s hard cock.

Vegas’ lips shone, covered with her juices. “Taste us.” He
kissed her, the tangy flavor of both him and her coating his tongue, before
lowering his head and consuming her some more, feeding his hearty appetite with
her pussy, his hands on her thighs, holding her open.

Raylee twisted and shook, her body pillaged by his skillful
touch, thoughts of the Balazoid warriors, breeding farms and their impending
dangerous mission vanishing. All she knew was his mouth on her flesh, his
tongue inside her and the building need low in her pussy.

Vegas stoked that need to a fever pitch, and then, with her
panting so hard her lungs burned, he calmly, with an aggravating thoroughness,
nibbled back the skin concealing her throbbing clit, covered that pleasure button
and sucked. Raylee released a long, loud siren of a wail, flying upward into
his chest. He caught her, his warm hands holding her to him, as she convulsed,
her world turning light and dark, light and dark, like the flicker of Ship’s
lighting system during liftoff.

She sagged, flopping down onto Sexy’s unmoving android body,
his hard cock poking her ass. Raylee shifted and sighed with contentment as
Vegas drew himself up her torso to settle on top of her, covering her like a
warm human blanket. “I love you,” she whispered into his shoulder, her hands
flat on his back.

“Hmmm…” He nuzzled his neck and she felt the love in his
touch.

Chapter Six

“You have three hours.” Vegas inserted the chip into Sexy’s
circuit board of a cranium. “If it stays in longer, it will fry your wiring.”
He flipped the android’s skull closed. “So return to Ship before then.”

“Understood.” The word was drawn out, Sexy’s speech
capabilities compromised by the adjustment.

“You won’t be longer than that, will you?” Raylee stroked Vegas’
back. Ship shuddered and shook as they descended into the planet’s atmosphere.

Vegas leaned back into her touch, savoring the connection
before he continued with the preparations. He placed the canister in his
holster and tightened the clasps, lowering the risk of it falling, cracking
open and blowing him into the next galaxy.

“If I haven’t returned in three hours, if neither of us have
returned, you are to leave the solar system.” His voice was gruff, laden with
emotion.

She didn’t answer, dropping her gaze from his, plucking at a
loose thread on his shirt.

“Raylee,” he growled.
My damn woman.

Dark eyelashes framed brown eyes sparkling with protest.
“What would you do in my place, Vegas?” Her chin jutted out and her bottom lip
protruded, begging for a kiss. “Would you leave me behind?”

“No,” he admitted, preferring death to that course of
action. “Not unless I had no other choice.” Vegas paused in the midst of
layering on his combat clothing. “And you won’t have any other choice, Raylee.
Ship, you’re to leave the Lokan system in three hours. That’s an order.”

“I won’t leave without my captain,” Ship replied.

“What the fuck!” Vegas exploded. “Does no one listen to me?”
He glanced at the expressionless Sexy. “Except for you.”

“Programming…forces…” the android slurred.

“Yes, of course. Your programming forces you to follow my
orders. That’s the only reason you obey me.” Vegas pressed his lips together,
swallowing his frustration. “Ship, as your captain will be onboard, there will
be nothing preventing you from leaving.” He strapped his weapon belt around his
waist, his arsenal consisting of daggers, throwing stars and other primitive
technology, the uncivilized side of him exhilarated by the challenge. “Raylee,
give me your vow that you’ll remain onboard Ship.”

Raylee drifted away from him and he missed her warmth and
scent and touch immediately. When had she become such a vital part of him?

“Hmmm…” She traced her finger along the map of Lokan
displayed on the viewscreen. “This is your route, right?” she asked him for the
third time that day. “Starting with the hunting trail along the river?”

Vegas nodded curtly, intent on ensuring her safety. “Raylee,
your vow?”

“And this is Sexy’s.” She followed the android’s path.
“Parallel for one mile, and then he turns south while you turn north, right?
Vegas goes north. Sexy goes south. Sexy south,” she repeated, her beautiful
face compressed with concentration.

“Raylee.” He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at
him. “Promise you won’t follow me. I won’t leave until you do and every second
puts me in greater danger.”

“We are all in danger,” Ship broke into the conversation. “A
Balazoid fighter plane has entered the quadrant, single manned vessel, one life
form onboard.”

Shit.
“Ship, lower the rope ladder.” Vegas placed his
hand on the canister, ensuring it remained strapped tightly to him. “And don’t
let it touch the ground. One brush against a tree leaf or a blade of grass, and
all technology onboard, excluding your beloved Sexy, will cease to function.”

“The useless companion android is not my beloved and I am
aware of the challenges with docking on Lokan,” Ship snapped. “Opening
emergency escape hatch.”

A blast of warm, moisture-laden air hit him. Vegas peered
out of the body-sized circular opening, but all he saw was mist, the climate of
Lokan similar to Earth’s ancient rain forests. “Sexy, you go first.”

“Wait!” Raylee stepped in front of the android. “Sexy,
you…you…” As her bottom lip quivered, her fondness for his robotic twin openly
displayed, the sharp claws of jealousy ripped into Vegas. He fisted his hands
and clenched his teeth, forcing himself to give her this moment.

“You take care of him.” She cupped Sexy’s cheeks, the
android staring back at her, his passionate woman facing the emotionless robot.
“Bring him back alive.”

Fuck, I love her.
Vegas swallowed hard. “Raylee—”

“The Balazoid fighter plane has passed the system’s first
sun.” Ship’s update decimated the tender moment.

“Move it, Sexy.” Vegas wrapped his arms around Raylee,
drawing her back against him as the android matter-of-factly climbed through
the opening, as though he was going on a pleasure jaunt and not a dangerous
mission.

“Raylee, I…” He had a speech prepared for this moment. He
was to declare his love, leaving her with no regrets, no guilt, if the mission
went wrong and he didn’t return, but the words lodged in his constricted throat
and, try as he might, they wouldn’t spill free.