a counter.
“ How the fuck would I know? I’m always long gone before a woman wakes up in the morning. She had a rough night, and we have no idea what happened before she stashed herself in our cargo bay. It’s been what, ten hours? She’ll be up soon.”
Deke slouched a bit deeper into his chair. “So, we’re actually going to do this? You, me, and her?”
And there it was. He’d been waiting for Deke to broach the topic the younger man had been avoiding since they had tucked Sonja in last night and left her to heal and sleep. “Why shouldn’t we? Our kitten seems to have made her feelings pretty damned clear.”
“She did, didn’t she?” Deke lifted his hand slightly in his minimalistic version of a shrug. “I just never thought about us partnering the same woman.”
Trevar pushed himself out of his chair and started pacing the small space as he organized his thoughts. He didn’t like talking about the past, but if they were going to do this with Sonja, Deke needed to know where he stood. “I never thought about it either, because I never expected it to come up. You know I was partnered before, and you know how that ended. Not to mention the fact that most of the women we meet are either off limits or professionals. That said, I consider you a damned good friend. The only man I trust to have my back no matter what. So I have no problem sharing Sonja with you.”
Deke cocked a brow at him. “Did you rehearse that?”
“Maybe. If you repeat a word of that I’ll beat your freckled ass from here to the ashes of Krytos, we clear?”
“Crystal. And for the record? I consider you my best friend. Now, can we be done with this emotional shit or do we need to hug first?”
“I’m your only friend, asshole, and if you try and hug me I will hurt you.”
“Well, damn. I was hoping to see you two hugging it out.” Trevar spun around to see Sonja leaning against the galley counter. She must have showered, because her hair spilled over her shoulders in still-damp waves, and her face was alight with cheerful health with no sign of fatigue or fear. She was wearing the clothes they’d found for her…at least some of them. Apparently the pants hadn’t fit, because he was being treated to an eyeful of long, bare legs. His cock went instantly hard and the temperature in the lounge felt like it went up five degrees in three seconds or less.
Holy fuck, his clothes had never looked so good.
There wasn’t much in their wardrobes that would come close to fitting her much smaller frame, but they’d found the best of what they had and left it at the end of her bunk. She’d picked out one of his sweaters, and the knitted, dark-blue fabric came down past mid-thigh . Her feet were encased in a pair of thick socks, soft enough to act as a cushion in case her feet hadn’t fully healed yet, and so big that they sagged around her slender ankles even though she’d folded them over.
“You look like you’re feeling better,” Deke observed, and Trevar felt slightly better when he noted the other man was staring at her like she wa s the desert cart at New Vega’s finest eatery. At least he wasn’t the only one losing his mind at the moment.
“Much better.” She absently tugged at the edge of the sweater where it hit her thighs. “Thank you for letting me have your bed, and for the clothes. This is yours, isn’t it, Trevar?”
“Uh, yeah. How’d you know?”
“The top, it smells like you,” she said, blushing slightly at that confession.
His mouth opened, but his brain was too busy short circuiting to form actual words for a long few seconds. That shouldn’t have been sexy, but damn, when she said it, it was.
“You gave her a dirty sweater? For fucks sake, we did laundry three days ago.”
“I gave her a clean shirt, thank you. I’m not a total barbarian.”
Sonja couldn’t help it, she giggled. The two of them were being so cute. And the scene she’d witnessed between them a few minutes ago had
“ How the fuck would I know? I’m always long gone before a woman wakes up in the morning. She had a rough night, and we have no idea what happened before she stashed herself in our cargo bay. It’s been what, ten hours? She’ll be up soon.”
Deke slouched a bit deeper into his chair. “So, we’re actually going to do this? You, me, and her?”
And there it was. He’d been waiting for Deke to broach the topic the younger man had been avoiding since they had tucked Sonja in last night and left her to heal and sleep. “Why shouldn’t we? Our kitten seems to have made her feelings pretty damned clear.”
“She did, didn’t she?” Deke lifted his hand slightly in his minimalistic version of a shrug. “I just never thought about us partnering the same woman.”
Trevar pushed himself out of his chair and started pacing the small space as he organized his thoughts. He didn’t like talking about the past, but if they were going to do this with Sonja, Deke needed to know where he stood. “I never thought about it either, because I never expected it to come up. You know I was partnered before, and you know how that ended. Not to mention the fact that most of the women we meet are either off limits or professionals. That said, I consider you a damned good friend. The only man I trust to have my back no matter what. So I have no problem sharing Sonja with you.”
Deke cocked a brow at him. “Did you rehearse that?”
“Maybe. If you repeat a word of that I’ll beat your freckled ass from here to the ashes of Krytos, we clear?”
“Crystal. And for the record? I consider you my best friend. Now, can we be done with this emotional shit or do we need to hug first?”
“I’m your only friend, asshole, and if you try and hug me I will hurt you.”
“Well, damn. I was hoping to see you two hugging it out.” Trevar spun around to see Sonja leaning against the galley counter. She must have showered, because her hair spilled over her shoulders in still-damp waves, and her face was alight with cheerful health with no sign of fatigue or fear. She was wearing the clothes they’d found for her…at least some of them. Apparently the pants hadn’t fit, because he was being treated to an eyeful of long, bare legs. His cock went instantly hard and the temperature in the lounge felt like it went up five degrees in three seconds or less.
Holy fuck, his clothes had never looked so good.
There wasn’t much in their wardrobes that would come close to fitting her much smaller frame, but they’d found the best of what they had and left it at the end of her bunk. She’d picked out one of his sweaters, and the knitted, dark-blue fabric came down past mid-thigh . Her feet were encased in a pair of thick socks, soft enough to act as a cushion in case her feet hadn’t fully healed yet, and so big that they sagged around her slender ankles even though she’d folded them over.
“You look like you’re feeling better,” Deke observed, and Trevar felt slightly better when he noted the other man was staring at her like she wa s the desert cart at New Vega’s finest eatery. At least he wasn’t the only one losing his mind at the moment.
“Much better.” She absently tugged at the edge of the sweater where it hit her thighs. “Thank you for letting me have your bed, and for the clothes. This is yours, isn’t it, Trevar?”
“Uh, yeah. How’d you know?”
“The top, it smells like you,” she said, blushing slightly at that confession.
His mouth opened, but his brain was too busy short circuiting to form actual words for a long few seconds. That shouldn’t have been sexy, but damn, when she said it, it was.
“You gave her a dirty sweater? For fucks sake, we did laundry three days ago.”
“I gave her a clean shirt, thank you. I’m not a total barbarian.”
Sonja couldn’t help it, she giggled. The two of them were being so cute. And the scene she’d witnessed between them a few minutes ago had
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