“I already told you, I don’t feel like putting my spacesuit back on.”
Zepeda glanced around the darkened base quarters to see that everyone else was sound asleep or so she hoped. The odds were overwhelming that at least some of them were staying silent and secretly enjoying Hartwell’s persistence to get her alone.
He sat at the end of her bunk with her feet in his lap. His brawny hands had been massaging them ever since the lights went out. He also seemed to be making sure that her tootsies pressed up against his throbbing member every ten seconds or so. While she was playing hard to get, he wasn’t playing at all. He was primed and ready to go.
“You won’t have to.” He whispered. “I think I found the perfect spot. Just for the two of us.”
She quietly sighed. If anyone needed a little tender loving care, it was her. Zepeda saw her life flash before her eyes multiple times while they were on Sehnack and now one of her fellow bird brains—Jacobi Roubideaux—was gone forever. Having sex would never be the ideal way to cope with grief, but it still was better than being miserable all the damn time.
“Fine.”
She pulled her feet away from him.
“You go on ahead and I’ll follow you.”
Hartwell nodded and rose from her bunk. He walked to the lavatory and disappeared. The lights turned on inside the lavatory as its door was left slightly ajar. She took one more glance around, listening to see if anyone else was awake. All she heard was the sound of the others’ breathing.
She walked to the lavatory and entered, carefully pulling the door closed behind her. She scanned the room, looking for Hartwell. The floor was noticeably temperate—a stark contrast to the cool comfort station tile on the Yellow Rover.
“Quin.”
“And here I thought you were gonna leave me hanging.”
She turned to find him on the opposite side of the room—standing at the corridor exit.
“I can always go back to bed, if that’ll make you happy.”
He placed his hands out in front of him like he was asking for her not to do anything rash. He seemed a bit desperate.
“Okay. Fair enough. Just follow me.”
He exited to the corridor as she shook her head. The fact that Zepeda was willing to put up with his cloak and dagger routine was embarrassing. All this—just to get a nut off. She entered the corridor and looked around. Hartwell was at the opposite end of the corridor, not far from the airlock leading to the secondary landing zone.
She placed her hands on her hips as he motioned for her to join him with his finger before pointing to a door that was parallel to him on her right. She shook her head again.
This better be the best nut of my life, I swear to God.
She approached him as he moved towards the door and pushed it open. She stood a few steps away from the entry as he went inside alone. He came to a stop and turned back.
“Ime, come on.”
She moved into the entry and peeked inside. The room was empty save for a long table and some nearby stools. This could have been another operating room for all they knew.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
“Hey, you said you wanted some privacy and preferred not to do it standing up. So it was either here or in the galley on the Yellow Rover. I’m game either way.”
“Fine.” She sighed.
She took one more look back in the corridor. Thankfully, it was empty. She closed the door behind her and walked to him—unzipping the top of her undergear.
“I gotta admit, I’ve been dreaming about sucking those tits again since we first rescued you.”
“Word of advice from here on out.”
Hartwell gestured for her to share with him.
“Stop talking. Cause it’s not helping your cause.”
He pantomimed zipping his lips as she chuckled. Zepeda wrapped her arms around his neck. They immediately began kissing as she could feel those brawny hands exploring her body once more.