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“Fuck, Raylee, you’re so hot. Pump that pretty little pussy
for me,” Vegas coached. She fucked herself with her fingers to the rhythm of
Sexy’s stroking, the sounds and scent of sex all around her.

“You’re so juicy. Let me taste you.” Vegas opened his mouth
and she inserted a finger. He sucked greedily, his mouth wet and hot.

God. I want him.
She wiggled, her pussy contracting
with each tug of his lips.

“Sexy, lubricate your cock and fuck your captain’s tight
ass,” he ordered the android.

I want both of them.
Raylee shuddered.

“Look at me.” Vegas captured her face between his rough
hands, bending her over his lap. Cooler fingers parted her ass cheeks and a
hard synthetic cock pushed into her puckered hole. She stiffened. “At me,” he
repeated.

Their gazes met and held, their lips a breath apart, and her
trepidation leveled to serenity.
I can do this
.

As the cock breached her tight ring of resistance, pulling
at her skin, panic swelled up in her.
No. I can’t.
“Vegas.”

“That’s it.” He kissed away her protest, plunging into her
mouth while Sexy slid fully into her, the dual invasion ravaging her senses.

“You’re mine to use, Raylee, in the interests of the
Federation.” Vegas petted her face, his touch light and loving and almost
tender. She pushed her cheek against his palm, needing that human connection as
the android rode her with his usual detachment.

“So while your android lover fucks your ass, the way I
commanded him to, you’ll suck my cock.” Vegas spread his legs, revealing a hard
cock and balls tight with want.

“Yes,” she agreed, yearning to please him. Raylee dipped her
head lower and lapped at his tip, tonguing his slit, tasting him, all man.
Vegas relaxed in the chair, watching her with dark, intense eyes, while Sexy
pistoned his cock in and out of her ass like the fucking machine he was, his
self-lubricating shaft easing the burn.

“Yes,” Vegas finally repeated, threading his fingers through
her hair, massaging her skull. Ripples of pleasure spread from his touch. “Suck
me, Raylee.”

She wrapped her lips around his shaft and licked around his
rim before sinking down on him, attempting to suck all of his cock into her
mouth.
Impossible.
His tip hit the back of her throat before her lips
touched his base. She sighed, disappointed with her failure, and her breath
flowed around his shaft.
Too large.
Raylee bobbed over him and he pulled
at her curls, the pain spurring her onward.

“Finger her clit, Sexy,” Vegas instructed, his voice
deepening with passion.

The android reached around and rubbed her clit while fucking
her ass, pistoning in and out.
So good.
Raylee moaned into Vegas’ cock.

Determined to make her human lover come first, she fought
her impending orgasm. As Sexy thrust his cock deep inside her ass, she took
Vegas’ cock into her mouth, sucking on him, her tongue sliding underneath his
shaft. As Sexy drew back, she retreated also, swirling her tongue around Vegas’
cock head.

“Raylee.” Vegas pushed up with his hips. “Raylee, I’m going
to…”

She broke with their synchronized rhythm to suck him hard,
her cheeks indenting with the pressure around his shaft, and Vegas roared,
spurting hot cum into her mouth.
Yes.
She swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed.

As she drank from him, she surrendered to her own passions,
calling his name into his flesh.
Oh God.
Raylee clutched his thighs
while her body shook and her pussy convulsed. With the world spinning around
her merrily, she milked his cock dry and released him with a juicy pop.

“Come, Sexy,” Vegas commanded. He held her steady as the
android lunged forward one more time, pumping hot air into her ass, setting off
a second orgasm.

“Vegas!” She threw her head back and screamed, the lights on
the bridge flickering, her body no longer her own, at the mercy of her raging
desires.

“I have you.” He pulled her toward him and the android’s
hard cock slipped out of her well-used ass. She had no energy left in her,
lying limp and lifeless in his arms. “I have you, Raylee.” Vegas brushed back
her hair and gently kissed the tear tracks on her cheeks, his lips cooling her
heated flesh.

Yes.
She curled up naked in his lap, cuddling into
his rough shirt, finding comfort in his strength.

Chapter Four

Eight hours later, Vegas glowered at the cautious woman he
adored, utilizing all of his Federation training not to lose patience with her.

“And this Balazoid blocker that you say is supposedly
necessary, it’ll make me ill?” She stood in front of the bridge’s main
viewscreen, facing away from him, her feet braced apart and her hands clutched
together behind her back. “How ill?”

“When I received it, I didn’t leave my bed for a week.”
Vegas channeled his frustration through his hands, digging his fingers into the
chair’s leather armrests. Since this morning’s transfer of command, his
obstinate mate had questioned every order he’d given her. “And the blocker
is
necessary. That bastard Balazoid on Ungaria almost killed you.”

Raylee glanced up at the beams. Seconds ticked by and Vegas
smothered the urge to rush her decision. She finally shrugged. “I’ve almost
been killed a few times.” Raylee turned, her oversized flight suit rustling. “I
always seem to survive my mistakes.” She gave him a sad smile, her haunted eyes
pulling at his soul. “I can’t say that for everyone.”

“We’ve all made mistakes, Raylee,” he said softly, feeling
her guilt and grief as though they were his own, wishing he could erase those
grisly memories.

“When I make mistakes, people die.” Her lips flattened into
a thin white line. “And this would be a mistake. You might have taken temporary
command of Ship, but I’m still the captain.”

“I’m a class-A freighter,” Ship reminded them. “I do not
require a captain. I—”

“Enough.” Vegas raised his hand, angered at the intrusion.
“This is a private conversation between the captain and I.” Raylee crossed her
arms defensively.

“And yes, this might be a mistake,” he admitted, desiring to
be honest with his mate. “But not receiving the Balazoid blocker could be an
even bigger mistake. While you’re ill, I’ll be there to care for you and to
command Ship.” The vessel vibrated, communicating his displeasure with Vegas’
offer. “If you face the Balazoid again without a blocker…” He couldn’t
contemplate that possibility. She was too precious to him.

“In other words, I’m fucked.” Raylee shifted her weight from
her right foot to her left. “No matter what I do, I risk making a mistake.”

“Sit down.” He patted the seat next to him. Her face paled
and Vegas gritted his teeth. He’d never seen her sit in any of the other chairs
on this Goddamn ghost ship. “We’ve all made mistakes, Raylee,” he repeated,
willing her to understand.

“You keep saying that.” Her eyes flashed. “But you don’t
know.” Her chest heaved. “You don’t know what it’s like to make a life-or-death
decision and be wrong, so very wrong.” Her voice cracked, pain slicing through
her words.

Vegas winced, knowing what he had to say, what he had to
risk, to ease her torment.
Fuck.
She would make him talk about this, his
damn woman.

“Don’t I?” he asked, dread swirling in his stomach. She
turned her head to stare at him. “Ship, conceal auditory.”

He scowled at the viewscreen, contemplating his words. What
to tell her? How to tell her? He shouldn’t do this.
Too risky.

“Vegas?”

He felt her gaze upon him, trusting him to tell her the
truth.
Trust first, then caring, then love.

“I caused the death of a planet,” he blurted out. He glared
straight ahead, avoiding the judgment sure to be reflected in her revealing
face.

Raylee gasped, the sound loud and accusing. “How many
people?”

He didn’t know. He’d never asked. “Ship, what was the
population of
Gayle V
before it went missing?”

“Five thousand, three hundred, and forty-six humanoids,”
Ship recited as though it was a cold, hard fact and not a number representing
living, breathing people, people with friends and families and futures.

Vegas slumped over in his chair, his head hanging heavy with
guilt, and he closed his eyes. The silence stretched between them, and he felt
more alone than he’d ever had. She was his. He’d never let her go. But she
couldn’t love him. He’d done too much, killed too many people.

Slender fingers folded over his, her flesh warm and
comforting. The scent of chalk powder and engine lubricant engulfed him. “How?”

He threaded his fingers through hers, linking them together,
selfishly holding her to him, deluding himself that she cared. He
needed
her to care.

But he needed her to care for
him
, and he wasn’t
Sexy, her perfect android. He was a man who had made mistakes, a man who had
killed people.

“A contact told me he’d seen a Balazoid warship traveling
toward
Gayle V
.” Vegas stripped the story to the bare brutal essentials,
unable to emotionally manage more detail. “I passed the information along to my
reporting officer, but we laughed about it. No one was at war with Balazoid,
and there was nothing on
Gayle V
.”

“We were fools.” He twisted his lips. “A week later,
Gayle
V
no longer existed. All of the five thousand, three hundred, and forty-six
humanoids had vanished, never to be seen again.”

Raylee perched on his knee, her pose tentative, as though
she was ready to flee at any moment. “How could you have known?”

He glanced at her. Her eyes were wide with a sympathy he
didn’t deserve. “My contact was reliable, Raylee, and he had no reason to lie.
I knew that. My reporting officer didn’t. I should have pressed harder. We
should have contacted
Gayle V
and evacuated the planet. Hell. We should
have done something.” He raked his fingers through his hair, tormented by his
failure to act. “Fuck. I vowed never to talk about this.”

She leaned into him, sliding her ass along his thigh, until
she snuggled up close to his body, her softness comforting him. “Then why did
you tell me?”

He nudged the cap off her head and rested his chin on her
brown curls, touching her, reassuring himself she was there, she hadn’t run
from him. “You need to know who I am.”

“Human?” Raylee pressed her lips against his neck, imparting
absolution with her light kiss. “I already knew that.” She laid her cheek
against his chest, and he held her, struggling to come to terms with her
acceptance.

Five thousand, three hundred, and forty-six humanoids. So
many lives lost. My fault, yet she forgives me.
Vegas wrapped his arms
tighter around her waist, vowing to never let her go.

She rubbed a circle into his shirt, her finger moving ’round
and ’round and ’round, the friction heating his chest. He nuzzled his face
deeper into her soft hair, inhaling her unique fragrance and savoring the
connection, the rare stillness in his action-packed life.

Raylee sighed, the slight sound tugging at his heart. “If I
had done my job and spotted the pirate vessel sooner, my captain and crew
wouldn’t have died.” Vegas strained to hear her quietly spoken confession.
“Their deaths were my fault.”

If she had spotted the vessel…
Vegas massaged
Raylee’s shoulders, her muscles tight underneath his fingertips. “Is that true,
Ship?”

“First Officer Raylee’s assistance was unnecessary. I am a
class-A freighter. The pirate vessel was detected upon entry to the quadrant.”

“That’s not what happened, Ship!” Raylee pushed away from
Vegas, sitting up. “The pirates hid their vessel behind—”

“Captain was aware of the pirates’ position,” Ship snapped.
“He overrode my route redirect, similar to how my route has been overridden by
our unauthorized passenger.”

“No. That can’t be.” She frowned, wrinkling her forehead.
“Why would the captain—”

“Everyone makes mistakes, Raylee.” Vegas gathered her small
form to him, relishing how perfectly her curves fit against his muscle. “Your
captain made the best decision based on the knowledge and experience he had.”
He kissed the furrows between her eyebrows. “As you’ll make the best decision
you can about the Balazoid blocker.”

“Back to that damn blocker.” She drooped like wilted
vegetation, her neck bowed, her countenance adorably disgruntled. He watched
her expressions change as she chewed on her bottom lip. A spy, she was not. “We
could park on a planet.”

“We don’t have time for delays.” He cupped her chin and
lifted her gaze to his. “You can trust me, Raylee. I’ll never do anything to
hurt you.” He stroked her cheeks, cherishing her softness.

“I know.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s just that
after…after…” Raylee swallowed, the slender column of her throat convulsing. “I
promised Ship I’d never let anything like that happen to him again.”

“And we won’t.” He leaned his forehead on hers. “I’ll keep
both of you safe.” She was his, and he’d protect her with his life.

“I am a class-A freighter,” Ship broke into the intimate
moment.

“Ship!” Vegas barked, silencing him.

* * * * *

Bad idea.
Raylee eyed the injection tube in Vegas’
hand with trepidation.
Really bad idea.
“You’ll remember to back up Sexy
every night?”

“Yes. Lay back.” He placed his free hand on her shoulder and
pushed. She lowered onto the bed while keeping her gaze fixed on the tube. “You
told me that three times already.” She opened her mouth. “And you documented
everything. Relax.”

“How can I relax?” she squeaked. “That’s a big injection
tube.” Vegas brushed her hair away from her neck. His hands trembled and his
expression was even more grim than usual. “There’s no chance of me dying, is
there?”