Cyborg Nation Kaitlyn O'Connor (books to get back into reading TXT) đ
- Author: Kaitlyn O'Connor
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Because she was pretty sure that wouldâve been the results of tampering with any of the controls.
They werenât even in the Milky Way Galaxyânot even close enough to identify it anymore! She didnât have a clue of where they were, but it looked like uncharted space to herâat least uncharted by humans.
Fortunately for her, the rage they were feeling at that moment of discovery had spilled out in lust. Even so, things had seemed pretty touch and go there for a few moments, and sheâd almost begun to get seriously worried when she realized they werenât stopping at merely fondling her all over at the same time.
Sheâd had no idea three people could do that!
It wasnât as if she hadnât had sex both ways beforeâsheâd never especially cared for the backdoor entry, but sheâd done it plenty of times with her ex. It had certainly never occurred to her that she could be done both ways at the same time, though!
God! That had been the most awesome climax sheâd ever had in her life! Sheâd thought for a few moments that sheâd actually had a seizure, that her brain had exploded when her body did.
A shiver skated through her and she realized she was still naked.
Jerico and Gideon seemed completely unconcerned about the fact that they were, but she was getting cold. Seeing that Gabriel had joined the battle, she inched toward the end of the bed and felt around on the top until she managed to grab a handful of the cover.
Sheâd pulled it halfway off the bed when a hand suddenly closed around her wrist. Gideon dragged her from beneath the bed and stood her on her feet. âWhat were you doing at the shipâs controls?â he growled.
Bronte stared at him, chewing the inside of her mouth. âJust looking,â she said finally.
His eyes narrowed.
âI didnât touch anything! I swear it!â
He studied her a moment longer and finally turned to Jerico and jerked his head in the direction of the bridge. Swaying slightly, Jerico stared at him blankly for a moment and then nodded, stumbling from the room unsteadily.
âYou, too, Gabriel,â he said grimly, without turning to look at the other man, his gaze still locked with hers.
Gabriel didnât move.
âThat is an order,â Gideon said in a low, rumbling growl, sliding a narrowed glance at the man. âMake sure she did not tamper with anything.â
With obvious reluctance, Gabriel saluted and left.
Bronte swallowed uneasily when she realized they were alone.
âYou can not be trusted,â he said after a long moment.
Bronte gave him a look that was a mixture of guilt and indignation. A thought occurred to her abruptly. âYou were testing me?â she demanded, outraged.
Something flickered in his eyes, the barest hint that she might have guessed wrong. âIf I were, you failed, did you not?â
Unable to maintain eye contact, she looked away. She didnât know why she should feel the least bit guilty about it, or distressed that she might have disappointed him. She was their prisoner, after all. That was what prisoners didâtry to escape.
She realized, though, that it hadnât actually been a test, not per se. The fact was that heâd begun to trust her or he wouldnât have âforgottenâ and left the helm unattended.
And sheâd really screwed that up!
That was why she felt guilty and distressed. Not because sheâd actually done anything wrong, but because she could tell sheâd thrown away something she didnât realize sheâd wanted until it was gone.
Damn it!
He hooked a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him. âI did say that there would be consequences.â
Her entire body went taut at that, his words instantly recalling the last âconsequencesâ. She swallowed with an effort. âI thought that was what we just did,â she said uneasily.
His expression tightened. âNot quite.â
She hadnât realized heâd shifted closer until she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. She tipped backwards as he crowded her again, sprawling on the bed. Before sheâd even stopped bouncing, he was on top of her, her wrists manacled to the bed on either side of her head.
âGideon!â she gasped breathlessly.
His gaze, which had been focused on her breasts, lifted to hers. âGood,â he murmured, dropping his head to trace a feather light path across her throat with his lips. âAt least we have established who I am.â
He would throw that up to her, she thought with a mixture of uneasiness and irritation, now, when he had her completely at his mercy! She should have known he wouldnât forget ⊠and he would hold a grudge for that minor act of defiance!
Her heart was hammering so hard by the time he reached her breasts they were trembling with the pounding beat. Extending his tongue, he traced a circle with the tip around one nipple and along the side of her breast, across the valley and up the next mound, lazily, mind shattering circles around first one and then the other until her breath was coming in short little gasps and she was dizzy with the heat surging through her blood. She bit her lip as the need tightened inside of her for him to take the aching tips into his mouth. Instead, he merely teased her, on and on, never quite touching her where she yearned to be touched, until she bucked against him, struggled to jerk her wrists from his hold.
âWhat do you think I should do to you for trying to sabotage the ship?â he asked in a low, husky voice.
Bronte swallowed with an effort. âI wasnât.â
He flicked a glance at her.
âI wasnât!â she said testily.
He studied her for a long moment and dipped his head again. Bronte sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his lips close on one engorged tip. She held it, waiting hopefully. He merely nipped it lightly with his lips, however. It wasnât what she wanted, needed. It was bad as
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