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“As far as I’m concerned, the only two things that matter are you and Traven.”

It’s probably messed up to say this, but if I had to choose between saving my warpers or saving the entire population of Caldera, I would go with my warpers. I have a hunch they feel the same way about me.

Luckily, that’s not a decision we have to make. We have the datastick, and we have each other. This time, the good girl gets to save the day,andshe gets the boys too. Both of them.

As for the bad guys, they’re getting what they deserve.

I can still see them on the view-screen, their bodies shrinking into the distance as we fly away from them. Just before they are out of sight, something big emerges from a Warp-cloud. It looks like a giant octopus, only it’s got way too many tentacles. It grabs hold of Stanley and his three pals and drags them away.

“Don’t think we’ll be seeing them again,” Rek chuckles.

Suddenly, a disturbing thought hits me.

“What about their ship?” I ask. “They must have had a woman on board to serve as their Warp companion, right?”

“Probably more than one,” says Traven.

“But what will happen to them? I mean, just because Stanley and those other guys hired them, that doesn’t mean they’re in on the plan too.”

“The sections ofthe Nomadthat fell away all have beacons installed,” Rek says. “After we get to Caldera and let the Planetary Defense Force know what’s going on, we’ll come back to look for the pieces so we can rebuild our ship.”

“When that happens,” Traven explains, “We’ll find the bad guys’ ship too. If there’s anyone still on board, they oughta be alright for another day or two.”

That makes me feel a little better. I don’t mind flushing Stanley and his cronies down the cosmic toilet, but I wouldn’t want to do the same thing to some innocent women who didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. You could even say I feel a certain sympathy for Warp companions now. I’m one of them, after all.

“So, um… what’s next?” I ask.

Traven removes his pilot’s glove and sets it aside. Then he crawls over to me and Rek, who is starting to slide his hard cock in and out of my wet pussy.

“Well,” says Traven, “We’ve still got several more hours til we reach the Caldera Warpgate, so I figure we got us some time to kill. Now then, where were we before those assholes so rudely interrupted us? Oh yeah. I remember.”

The birth control patch, which I started to remove earlier in the tub, is still half attached to my arm. Traven takes ahold of the loose end and peels it off completely, making me truly naked for the first time since this whole adventure began. He tosses it away into the corner of the cockpit and nestles his face between my open legs. Then he proceeds to lick my aching clit while Rek fucks my pussy, slow and steady and deep.

CHAPTER 31: TRAVEN

“Five thousand cases of Cabernet Sauvignon… Seven thousand cases of Riesling… Two thousand of Pinot Noir…”

I’m in a big, fancy office on Caldera, slouching in an overstuffed leather chair and listening to the insurance adjuster who is sitting on the other side of her desk rattling off a list of all the stuff we lost when we dumped our cargo in the Warp.

At least, I’mtryingto listen.

The truth is, even though there’s a shitload of money at stake, I’m having trouble concentrating on what the adjuster is saying. The cause for my distraction is the other woman in the room. The one who’s sitting right beside me in a leather chair that matches my own.

Binx.

My beautiful, sexy, naughty Binx.

Her dark hair hangs loose around her shoulders, and her blue eyes flash like a pair of sapphires whenever they catch the sunlight coming in through the Venetian blinds at the side of the office. She’s wearing a slinky black dress that me and Rek bought for her yesterday, and it shows off all of her perfect, feminine curves. That dress cost a pretty penny, but I’m seriously considering ripping it to shreds and bending her over the desk so I can fuck her right here in front of the insurance adjuster and anyone else who might come walking into the office to see what all the commotion’s about.

We’ve been out of the Warp for a couple weeks now, but Binx’s still got me bricked up so hard I can barely stand it. I don’t even give a shit about the money at this point. I just want this meeting to be over with so we can go back to the hotel and I can take out my frustration on her tight little pussy while Rek pounds her tight little ass.

Speaking of Rek, my best bro is sitting in a third chair on the other side of Binx, and based on the way he’s fidgeting in his seat, I’d say he’s having as much trouble focusing as I am.

“Four thousand cases of Sirah,” the insurance adjuster drones on. “Eight thousand of Merlot…”

Fuck. We dumped a ton of stuff, didn’t we? Not that I care about it. I would happily dump an entire universe’s worth of cargo if that’s what I had to do to keep Binx safe. I would start wars. I would blow up planets.

Luckily, none of that will be necessary, at least not for the time being.

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