Varga laughed. “No. In addition to the main facility, there is one behind the training room and one attached to the crew cabin.”
Issar nodded and turned Taliane in that direction. “Then we too shall cleanse ourselves of the planet.”
Joan looked longingly after them, then squeaked when Varga scooped her up in his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“I didn’t mention that the best one is attached to our cabin.”
“But what if Rummel—”
She heard the older male laugh as they left. “Don’t worry about me, girlie. I think he needs it more than I do.”
“But—”
“He’s right. I do need it,” he said as the door panel slid closed behind them. But he wasn’t talking about the sanitary facility and her mouth went dry as she realized what he meant.
“What do you need?” she whispered.
“You, little bird. I need you.”
Chapter Seventeen
“I thought I lost you,” Varga said and Joan could see the pain on his face.
She understood only too well, the memory of his falling to the ground still clear in her mind. “I thought I lost you too.”
He groaned, and then his mouth descended over hers, hot, hard, and demanding. She met him just as eagerly, her arms going around his neck as he lifted her into his arms. He ignored the bed, backing her against the wall. His hands were frantic as he tore open her coverall, one big hand covering her breast in a firm grip. She writhed against him, suspended between his body and the wall.
“So perfect,” he groaned, lifting her higher so her breasts were even with his mouth and he could switch easily from one to the other, hard, sucking pulls that went straight to her aching core.
She wrapped her legs around him and rubbed her swollen clit against the hard muscles of his chest, the ridges of his scars sending streaks of pleasure up her spine. But she wasn’t close enough, her coveralls blocking some of the sensation. She moaned impatiently, and Varga responded, ripping her clothing away with one stroke and leaving her wet, naked folds pressed against his chest. Oh, yes, that was better. A tiny climax rolled through her as she slid over one of the scarred lines on his chest. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her.
“Varga, please.”
His big hands slid down to clasp her ass, pulling her even wider as he lowered her slowly on to his cock. He felt even bigger than she remembered, and as she stretched open around the huge head, a second climax swept over her, leaving her clinging to him with desperate hands as her body quivered, pulsing around the massive intruder.
He growled and thrust up inside her while she was still convulsing, the sudden shocking fullness making her cry out again. He lifted her free, those marvelous ridges sending streaks of ecstasy through her pulsing channel, then pulled her back down again and again, his strokes fierce, desperate. She gripped his shoulders, kissing every part of him that she could reach, as he thrust faster, as he called out her name, as she felt the waves of heat bathing her insides.
“I can’t believe we couldn’t even wait until we were clean,” she said ruefully when her breathing finally slowed.
He smiled down at her, his eyes heated and tender at the same time. “Being with you is more refreshing than bathing.”
“That’s sweet, but I’m more than ready to be clean again.”
“Then I look forward to scrubbing every inch,” he said, carrying her into the bathroom.
A long time later, Joan sighed and cautiously wiggled out from under Varga’s arm. His deep, even breathing indicated how heavily he was sleeping, and she didn’t want to disturb him. Although he had carried her into the bathroom easily enough, she had seen him leaning against the wall as the hot water poured down over their heads. She had insisted that he let her wash him, keeping her touch soft and soothing rather than arousing, and he was half-asleep when she led him to the bed.
He had pulled her down next to him, and she had gone happily enough, but he did little more than put an arm around her before he fell asleep. She had snuggled up against him, but sleep eluded her. Whatever the medical bed had done had left her feeling full of energy, and she couldn’t stay still any longer.
Leaving Varga to sleep, she climbed quietly out of bed. Her discarded coverall was in two pieces on the floor so she rummaged around until she found one of Varga’s tunics and slipped it on over her head before leaving the cabin. After checking on George and finding her still asleep in the medical bed, her injured leg encased in some type of foam, she started to head for the lounge to see if anyone else was awake.
The door panel to one of the rooms on the right stood open and she smiled happily when she realized that it was a kitchen. It wasn’t as well-stocked as she would have liked and seemed a little too dependent on processed food, but she could work with it. No doubt everyone would be hungry after bathing and resting. With a pleased hum, she set to work.
“That smells good,” Rummel said from the doorway a short time later.
She laughed and handed him a small pastry. “Try this. What do you think?”
“It’s good,” he said thickly, and she gave him two more.
“How’s Polly?” she asked.
“I reckon she’s all right. Hard to tell with that one. I can never tell if she’s going to be fierce or frightened. Not sure she knows either.”
“You’re very good with her,” she said softly, eyeing him thoughtfully. Of course he was a lot older than Polly, but maybe that’s what
