The day was waning by the time I reached the cabin in the woods, about a mile’s hike from where the trees got too thick to drive any farther. I’d come prepared, climbing the hill and trekking down around the lip of the valley with my trusty worn boots and my pack bundled high on my back. The effort got …
The buzz of Ilana’s drink hit her as she activated her suit’s open space features, leaving her helmet off for last. She could’ve taken an anti-intoxicant to sober up but she had nothing to lose at this point. Might as well try something she hadn’t tried before. She stood with Gabriel next to the airlock at what she assumed was …
“You really come prepared,” he said as I stabbed a tent stake into the sand. He loitered in his flip-flops, looking unsure of what to do with himself despite nailing the beach day look. Over his trunks, he wore a crisp white shirt that fluttered in the wind, allowing peekaboo glimpses of his skin, glistening with a hint of sweat …
Gabriel had to call on every ounce of his willpower to lay his arms still as Ilana moved over him, her breasts brushing his chest. Her face was serious as she hovered over him, the humor that normally brightened her eyes shadowed by a new, more focused intent. He could sense the potential between them, chemistry as combustible as it …
Ilana may have been on her knees but she was driving Gabriel’s world, his body at the mercy of her tongue swirling around his cock. He let out a tortured groan and spread his fingers through the wet hair at the nape of her neck. Ilana enjoyed the pressure as he tightened his grip – encouraging, not overpowering. If anything it …
Gabriel hadn’t realized the ship’s time had grown late until he’d looked up from their conversation and the rest of the dining hall was empty. Their table looked like a war zone, the boat and carcass picked ragged over the course of a couple of hours. Gabriel had come with an appetite but Ilana had kept pace. They stacked all …
Asya guided Ilana and Gabriel to their rooms, taking them through wide, brightly lit corridors and malls busy with foot and hoverboard traffic. “How many people are on this ship?” Ilana asked. “Between staff, families, diplomats and other civilians, just over five thousand.” Asya gestured towards a plaza as Ilana caught the scent of food. She hadn’t realized how hungry …
He followed me up the stairs after I excused myself from the bar. The communication between us was less unspoken signal and more trigger and effect, all of our touch-and-go glances building in anticipation of this opportunity. He must have waited all but thirty seconds before falling on my trail, weaving through the happy hour crowd as I had just …