Page 110 of Auctioned to the Convicts
Full of energy, Hannah grabbed the metal containers, lined them up, and flipped open their lids. She danced down the line, pouring as much of the powder into the containers as she could. The dark red powder puffed up into a cloud, with a lot of the granules spilling back to the floor. She inhaled the lovely scent again and exhaled slowly and weaved as images of a naked Vaughn streamed through her head. Her pussy was throbbing something fierce. Hannah’s hand reached down, and she started rubbing herself.
A door slammed in the distance. Hannah’s eyes sprang open. She capped the containers, trying not to touch herself again as Conway and two others entered the bay. Vaughn had made rules for doing anything in public. Her hand went to her necklace. Ren had made the necklace to protect her. . . God, she wanted to fuck Ren so badly. He’d take care of the throbbing for her, she was sure of it.
She glanced at the clock, wondering who was beyond the port’s fence, waiting for her. It was well past the end of third shift, so it could be any of her guys. Sinking onto Sersie’s cock as she rode him would be heaven while Ky’Li played with her breasts from behind. He’d whisper into her ear, foreign words she’d never understood but loved because they held such love when Ky’Li spoke them.
Hannah carried the shatterproof containers into the cargo hold. Quinn never returned. She hoped that was good news, not bad. Her hands started shaking. She opened one of the metal containers to inhale the fabulous scent one last time.
“Everyone on cleanup, head out,” Conway yelled through the bay.
Hannah capped the metal container, set it next to the others and hit the button on the cargo door. The ship’s cargo hold closed. Hannah raced to the exit. She pushed past a group of men, most of whom she’d never talked to.
“Coming through!” she shouted with glee as she pushed through the crowd of men. Several grumbled, one told her to shut the fuck up. The men were a bunch of killjoys. No one was talking, and they all were lumbering out of the port as if they weren’t excited to leave.
Ky’Li had warned her to talk to no one, to stay away from them. He worried too much.
These men wouldn’t harm anyone and if they tried, she’d fly over their heads and back to her unit.
As the men filed through the exit one at a time, that throbbing in her pussy returned with a vengeance. She looked about for Quinn. No Quinn.
When she made it outside into the fresh air, she spotted Ren down at the railcar waiting for her. He looked utterly divine. . .
* * *
REN
Ren waited at the base of the hill, by the railcar, staring up at the worker’s gate to the port. Hannah was nearly four hours late. Vaughn couldn’t wait any longer. He’d been called back to work to handle an emergency, so Ren had come out to wait for Hannah. He didn’t mind escorting her. In fact, he looked forward to those few moments alone with her, without the others around. He didn’t have much time left on Narkos.
Leaving her behind was the one regret he had. She’d kept his secret about his ship for three weeks now. That surprised him and made him want her all the more.
She could have turned him in, maybe gotten some special treatment from Dresden, but she hadn’t. Hannah was loyal and sweet, and most of all, she cared about the men in her unit. He’d seen how she looked at Sersie, Vaughn, and Ky’Li, the love in her face each time. They were lucky men to have her. Ren envied them.
Last week, he’d almost asked her again to come with him. Then she’d smiled at Sersie and the man’s face had lit. Sersie was addicted to Hannah now, it seemed, not that Ren could fault him.
Maybe if Ren had slept with her she’d feel differently about him. He’d fallen to sleep many nights thinking about her, imagining her curvy body writhing beneath him. He wondered if she ever thought about him that way. Probably not, given she was sleeping with three other males. She didn’t need him.
“Ren!” Hannah called from the distance, bouncing on her feet as she exited the gate. She was all energy and sunshine and didn’t look the least bit worn out like the dozen or so men dragging behind her. Maybe the loading dock spill they’d heard about hadn’t impacted her workgroup. Vaughn had kept the unit updated on what was happening. Anytime there was an accident, the onsite manager was required to contact the med-center immediately to alert them in case medical staff personnel might be needed.
“We heard there was a loading accident. No injuries,” Ren said as she came to a halt in front of him. Almost a halt. She crashed into him, pressing her very lush body against him, in plain view of the port workers coming down the hill. Ren immediately glared at them, so they didn’t get any ideas about her.
Damn, but she was gorgeous, even after a double shift and four extra hours.
“No one got hurt. It was just one big fucking mess,” she said.
He raised a brow. She wasn’t one to curse. Oh, well, all that overtime would cause anyone to curse, even his Hannah.
His Hannah. . . that would be a dream, wouldn’t it?
“Thanks for waiting,” she said, pushing up on her toes to kiss him.
“I didn’t wait. I relieved Vaughn. He got called back to the med-center. He was here until about twenty minutes ago.”
Everyone piled onto the waiting railcar and settled in. The workers were exhausted. Ren returned her smile. God, he really didn’t want to leave her behind.
She put her hand on his thigh. “So, you’re Vaughn’s proxy? Ineverything?”
Was she implying what he thought she was?
She walked her fingers up his thigh toward his cock.
