Hagen, Lynn and Glenn, Stormy - End of the Line [Lady Blue Crew 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (8 page)

“Maybe you shouldn’t go in there,” Gigi said. “Maybe you should get Tank or something.” Tank was even bigger than Remy. He could stop a spaceship takeoff.

“Gigi, the replicator is not going to hurt me.”

Remy opened the door and stepped inside. The next thing Gigi knew, Remy slipped and went down in the white foam. His heart thundered in his chest as Remy totally disappeared from sight.

“Tank!” Gigi screamed at the top of his lungs as he went running down the corridor again. Gigi grunted when he ran around a corner and right into Tank. He bounced back and fell on his butt.

“What’s the hurry, Gigi?”

“The food replicator ate Remy.”

Tank’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

Gigi jumped to his feet and grabbed Tank’s hand then yanked him down the corridor toward the mess hall. He stopped again when he reached the two large metal doors and pointed.

“The food replicator tried to eat me. Remy went in, and now he’s gone.” Tank started to step forward, but Gigi grabbed his hand. “Wait, shouldn’t you have some sort of weapon?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, Gigi.”

Gigi bit his lip and started bouncing again as Tank opened the door and stepped inside. Gigi caught just a blink of white and Tank was gone, swallowed up by whatever was in the room.

Gigi wasn’t taking any chances this time. “Colt! Crank! Blade!” He shouted as loud as he could as he backed away from the mess hall doors. “Help! Emergency! Help!”

The three large men came running from every direction with their phasers drawn. Gigi just pointed. Colt frowned as he went in first, Crank and Blade hot on his heels. Dread began to fill Gigi when they disappeared the same way Remy and Tank had.

Now it was just him. He was the only one left to save everyone from the food replicator. And he didn’t have a clue what to do. Gigi chewed on his thumbnail for a moment until an idea hit him.

He ran back down the corridor to the small storage closet just outside the living quarters. He remembered seeing rope in there when Remy had pulled out the personal communicator for him to use. Gigi grabbed the rope and raced back to the mess hall.

He tied one end around the bulkhead and the other end around his waist. If he got lost inside the room of white foam, at least he’d be able to find his way back. He hoped. Gigi drew in a deep breath for courage then stepped inside the mess hall.

He was met by a large wall of white foam. Gigi dropped down to his knees and started searching the floor for Remy and his men. Fear filled his chest and made his heart thunder. He had to save Remy. Oh yeah, and the crew.

“Remy? Are you alive?”

“Gigi?”

“Remy?” Gigi sat up and searched the blinding whiteness for his man. “Remy, where are you?”

“Just follow the sound of my voice, angel. I’m right over here.”

Gigi started crawling, moving faster and faster toward Remy’s voice. “Remy?”

“I’m here, angel, just a little farther.”

Gigi felt a thick muscular leg. He grabbed onto it and followed it up until he could see someone’s face. “You’re not Remy.”

Tank chuckled. “No, little one, I’m not.”

“Where’s Remy?”

“Killing the replicator.”

Gigi frowned. “I told you the replicator was trying to eat Remy.”

“And next time, I’ll believe you.” Tank chuckled as he wiped foam from his forehead. “Trust me.”

“Is anyone else alive?”

“I’m here,” Crank called out from somewhere to Gigi’s left.

“I’m lost,” Colt said from behind Gigi.

“I can’t see a thing,” Blade said, “so I’m not sure where I am.”

The whizzing noise suddenly stopped, and the room went silent. Gigi gripped Tank’s arm a little tighter. “That’s really creepy,” he whispered.

“I think Remy killed it,” Tank whispered back.

“Angel?” Remy called out.

“I’m here.”

A moment later, Gigi felt Remy’s arms wrap around him. He leaned back into the man’s strong embrace, tilting his head back to look up at Remy. “Does anyone deliver this far out in space?”

* * * *

Remy stepped out of the shower, wondering how he managed to get the white foam from out of his ears, not to mention his unmentionables. It was going to take days, maybe months, to clean the mess hall up.

There had to be a better way to get things repaired around here besides duct tape and a paperclip. That little trick wasn’t working anymore. Remy shuddered as he thought about how he had to kill the mechanical beast and save everyone. That was something he didn’t want to do ever again.

“Are you all clean, angel?” he called into the shower. Gigi had tried to fool around while they were in there, and Remy was all for it, until he found white foam in…he shuddered.

“As clean as I’m going to get. Next time you guys will believe me when I say an appliance is trying to eat me.”

Remy chuckled as he ran his towel over Gigi’s wet hair. “I have to say, some of the strangest things come out of your mouth, and the scary part is that they’re always true.”

Gigi tapped his index finger against his temple. “A broken brain always knows.”

Remy’s hands stilled, the towel in mid-stroke as he stared down at his mate. “Why would you think your brain is broken, angel?” Remy didn’t think he had ever heard anyone refer to their brain as being broken before. What exactly did his mate mean? Remy didn’t think Gigi’s brain was broken. It was brilliant in his opinion.

“Nothing,” Gigi replied as he curled his lips in and stared down at his fidgeting hands.

Remy set the towel down and grabbed Gigi’s hands. “Talk to me, angel. I told you before that you can talk to me about anything. What did you mean when you said your brain was broken?” Remy’s chest tightened when he saw the tears Gigi was fighting hard to hide from him.

“I just think differently from everyone else, that’s all.”

Somehow Remy knew that wasn’t all of it, but he wasn’t going to push his mate if Gigi wasn’t ready to tell him. Remy led his mate from the bathroom and over to his bed. He took a seat and then pulled Gigi down next to him.

“I’m not going to pressure you into telling me anything you don’t want to, but I want you to remember that you are safe on this ship.”

Gigi nodded as he twined his fingers together. “Okay, cool, can we change the subject?”

Remy didn’t want to, but he pushed the matter aside for now. He would get to the bottom of Gigi’s angst one way or another.

“What subject are we changing it to, angel?” Remy really liked the gleam in Gigi’s eyes. His mate gave him a wicked grin as he scooted back on the bed.

“I’ll give you three guesses, but I’m sure you’ll only need one.” Gigi teased as he palmed his thickening cock.

“Politics?” Remy did a little teasing of his own.

“Remy!” Gigi pouted as his thumb rubbed over the mushroomed head, the glistening pre-cum smearing all around.

Remy could feel his canines lengthening as he scented his mate’s essence flowing from his body. He growled low in his chest as he climbed onto the bed and dipped his head, his tongue swiping across his mate’s cock and fingers, lapping up the clear liquid and moaning his approval.

“Y–you guessed correctly.” Gigi groaned and spread his legs open. “Now you get the prize.”

“Prize,” Remy parroted then he wrapped his lips around his mate’s cock. He circled his tongue around Gigi’s cock, giving a prolonged lick down the side and then back up the other. Gigi groaned and slid further onto his back.

The sultry groans that spilled from Gigi’s mouth had Remy’s cock growing and thickening, ready to make his angel shout to the stars. It was a symphony to Remy’s ears as his tongue elongated, wrapping around Gigi’s cock.

“R–Remy, how did you do that?”

Remy’s chuckle was deep as his tongue slid around Gigi’s shaft before lowering to his mate’s sac. Remy loved having three forms. He was able to make any part of his body grow at will, including his tongue. It was something he had been dying to show his little angel.

“Who cares? Just don’t stop.” Gigi hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs to his chest, his head thrashing from side to side as little mewling sounds escaped his lips.

Remy let his saliva drip down Gigi’s balls and watched as it trailed to his puckered hole. His tongue lapped at his mate’s sac and cock as he reached under him and stroked his own hardened shaft. He was trying to go slow, he really was, but he had a feeling it was a losing battle.

“If you treat me like spun glass I’m going to kick you right out of this bed, Remy,” his angel threatened.

Sir, yes, sir,
Remy thought with a chuckle. He reared back and then planted his knees right behind Gigi’s thighs.

“Be careful what you ask for, angel,” he warned as he lined his ten-inch cock up to Gigi’s hole. “Because you just might get it.” He pushed through the barrier on his last word, bottoming out in one thrust.

“Next time. I’ll remember that next time,” Gigi cried out as his fists grabbed the sheets.

Remy stilled, fearing his little show of power actually hurt his angel.

“If you don’t move, you’re going back in with the foam,” Gigi bit out between clenched teeth. There was a raw desperation in Gigi’s voice that Remy couldn’t deny.

Remy let the breath he was holding out of his lungs as he took his mate with quick, deep thrusts. Each thrust was more vigorous than the last. Remy dropped to his arms as he licked a long path from one side of Gigi’s neck to the other. His mate turned his head, giving Remy what he was after.

Remy sank his canines into the heady flesh, feeling the bond between them growing. Wolf shifters bit their mates during sex to show dominance, but it also strengthened their bond each time the practice was done. It would get to the point that he and Gigi would feel as one.

They would know each other’s thoughts and what they were feeling. It also marked Gigi, giving him Remy’s scent. No other shifter would dare approach his mate. Not with Remy’s scent broadcasting from Gigi’s skin.

Remy growled as he licked the wound, sealing it as his head fell back and a roar echoed throughout their quarters. His hand wrapped around Gigi’s cock, milking it until Gigi was crying out his name.

Remy lifted his hand as he gasped for breath and licked his mate’s seed until his hand was once again clean. He couldn’t get enough of how magnificent his mate tasted. Remy pulled his softening cock free as he stretched out beside his mate. Gigi looked dazed, his eyes glazed over and a big grin on his face.

“Since you came first,” Gigi murmured, “you can clean up the mess hall.”

Remy groaned as his head dropped to the pillow. What good was it to be commander if he couldn’t command his men to clean the mess hall for him? Remy snickered to himself as he drifted off to sleep, his angel cuddled next to him.

* * * *

Colt stood on the spaceport as he looked over the inventory pad. He chuckled when he saw Gigi had added a long grocery list to his errands. The main purpose here was to obtain the explosive charges Crank needed so they could all get paid.

“Everything in order?” Krull asked Crank.

“Looks like it. I’ll have this chest carried onto my ship,” he said as he paid for the explosive charges. Crank nodded, and Blade and Colt lifted the chest and carried it onboard. He and Krull shook hands as Crank walked away in search of the items on Gigi’s list.