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“I dunno. Normally you’re touching me when I do this.”

“Ah. In that case, rest assured that I would love to be pulling your hair and face-fucking you, but unfortunately, moving my shoulders causes a significant amount of pain at the moment.” Tracht paused. “I’ll give you a choice though. You can get yourself off, or you can use that hand to hold mine.”

The choice should have been obvious, but Alex had to think about it. He was pretty sure an orgasm was better than holding hands. But somehow, he still found himself letting go of his cock and curling his hand around Tracht’s.

Tracht smiled at him. “Good boy.”

Heat rushed through Alex, and maybe he wouldn’t actually need anybody touching him to come if he was getting this hot from just a few words. He nearly choked when Tracht squeezed his hand; he moaned loudly around Tracht’s cock when Tracht began rubbing his thumb along the palm of Alex’s hand.

And then Tracht put his foot on Alex’s cock.

The sensation was so unexpected that Alex shouted and came, spilling all over Tracht’s foot and accidentally driving himself further onto Tracht’s cock. A second later, his mouth was flooded with bitter warmth so fast that Alex didn’t think to swallow. It all trickled out of his mouth, sliding down the length of Tracht’s cock and dripping onto the couch.

He pulled off and panted, his vision swimming from lack of air and the orgasm. Tracht was still playing with his hand.

“Lovely,” Tracht murmured. “And positively vanilla by my standards. What would people think if they ever found out?”

“I won’t tell ‘em,” Alex grumbled. It took him a few tries to get onto the couch, and although his first instinct was to rest his head against Tracht’s shoulder, he ended up sprawling out with his head in Tracht’s lap. That got him face to face with Tracht’s come-covered dick, and he figured he might as well, so he licked it clean. Way grosser at this point when it was cold, but he didn’t want it getting into his hair. Plus, Tracht would probably make him do it anyway.

“You won’t tell them anything,” Tracht said. “About what happened. About me, being like… like this. If so much of a word of this gets out—”

“Won’t be from me,” Alex promised. “Better make sure Espinosa keeps her trap shut though.”

“She won’t say anything. Despite how little she thinks of me at the moment, Ms. Espinosa is a morally upstanding person and not prone to pettiness. She never even tattled on you, despite you being consistently rude to her.”

“Really? You punished me often enough for stuff I said to her. Like the breasts.” Ugh, better not think about that. Alex was in too good of a mood to linger on that shit time. “Whatever. Are you gonna let me fuck you sometime? You said you would. As a reward.”

“I recall telling you to forget about that as well,” Tracht said with a sigh. “Once I’ve recovered a bit more. And don’t think it’s going to be fun and games for you when it happens.”

Alex figured that fucking Tracht, or Tracht riding him, was going to be a lot of fun no matter what else Tracht threw at him. “S’fine. Just wanna do you.”

“Hmm. You’ll see.” Then Tracht pushed at Alex’s shoulder. “Now get back down there and clean my foot.”

Chapter 14

Alex didn’t care for the gym much while they were on station, the slightly heavier gravity making his workout routine more strenuous, but that was exactly why he needed to do it. After the way everything had shaken down, Alex realized he needed to keep in shape. He’d find a real sparring partner among the crew. Didn’t really matter who it was, so long as they were able to fight back.

They couldn’t really count on the next round of hired thugs to be untrained and unused to fist fights.

For now, Alex did three sets on the weights and then moved on to the punching bag. His lungs and arms started burning, sweat streamed down his face, and it still wasn’t enough. He had to be strong enough to project Tracht from anything.

“Who died?”

Alex startled and missed his punch, sending him stumbling forward into the punching bag. He clung to it for balance and glared at the intruder—Bauer, looking scared but standing her ground. She’d gotten a haircut, one with shaved sides and long fringe on the top. She looked hotter now, but Alex wasn’t going to tell her that. He hadn’t forgotten how she’d avoided him for the past two months, based only on Ackerman’s accusations.

“What do you want?” Alex demanded, wiping the sweat from his brow. Fuck, he was tired.

Bauer shrugged and looked around the gym. Aside from the two of them, it was empty—to be expected, since most sailors chose to spend their time on station while the ship was docked.

“Is it true that Espinosa is leaving?”

Alex scowled. “How’d you find out about that?” He doubted Tracht had told anybody yet, and if Espinosa had mentioned it to the crew, Bauer wouldn’t be asking Alex.

“I saw the job posting for First Officer on the Sigrun.” Bauer paused, staring at Alex like she wanted him to say something. Alex had no clue what, though, so he kept quiet. After a while Bauer went on, “So? Why is she leaving?”

Because she was a traitorous bitch. But Alex knew better than to say that out loud.

Good thing too, because Espinosa walked in just then. “Question for me, sailor?”

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