Page 33 of Protected By the Convicts
“I’m starting to realize he’s like a vanubian fly. No matter how hard I try, the damn thing is always there, in my face. Just can’t get rid of him.”
“Look at that? Soldier-boy said more than five words!” Ren shouted from the kitchen.
Hannah glared at Ren. She wanted to enjoy this rather peaceful moment without him pushing Ky’Li’s buttons. Fortunately, Ky’Li wasn’t one to react to mere insults.
“We’re off topic. What did you two decide?” she asked of Ren and Vaughn.
“We will continue where we left off later, sha’vi,” Ky’Li said, cupping her breast through the shirt as he pulled her in for a long and very deep kiss.
Receiving such intimacy from Ky’Li in front of the other three guys felt awkward at first, but when he left the house, she noted that no one had been watching. They were talking amongst themselves.
She slid onto the sofa between Sersie and Vaughn. Ren had moved from the kitchen to the chair opposite them. “What did you decide about Dresden?” she asked the three, though it was Vaughn who ultimately had to deal with Dresden. “Do we have a game plan?”
“I created a weaker version of the drug for Vaughn to use in the trials,” Sersie spoke up instead. “Dresden will think the drug is ineffective. He’ll likely halt any production plans he has and send me back to work on the drug. Not a solution, but it will buy Vaughn time while we figure out how to shut down his plans permanently.”
“Can’t you simply destroy the drug you have in the lab?”
“All my research is backed up on computers. Dresden has the files. Any chemist can reproduce NK171 at this point. The only option is fooling Dresden into thinking we’re testing the actual drug on the miners. He has no reason to suspect we’re not doing as we’ve been told.”
Hannah bit her lip. “It’s too risky. You have others working on this project. They’ll figure out what you’re doing.” Memories of Brad slinking off to their manager on Argus before the end of shift hit Hannah. “You can’t trust co-workers. Only your own unit.”
“Neville, my research assistant, won’t know what happened. The drug will still work, but the effects will be diluted. They won’t get addicted, not at these levels.”
“This is why you left here the other night?”
“Yes. I’ve been making adjustments in my time off when Neville isn’t around. He’s the only other person who could piece this together, if he were inclined to investigate, which he won’t be. No one outside of this room knows what I’ve been doing.”
“Someone will rat you out. Trust me, this is something I know firsthand.”
Vaughn’s hand landed on her thigh. “It will be fine, Hannah. Sersie knows what he’s doing.”
“My original mission when I got here was to research medicines,” Sersie began. “Salvation falls into that category as a possible help for those hardcore addicts on Flight and Crash. But NK171 is supposed to be for in-lab use only to help us in the creation of products like Salvation. I agree with your assessment. Sending NK171 off-planet is not a directive from corporate but from Dresden. I think he’s using Company assets for his own goals.”
Vaughn’s hand moved higher on her thigh, starting to distract her. Sometimes she wondered if that was his way of trying to help her, to make her relax. She was certainly relaxing as his hand crept under the hem of her shirt, skimming over her stomach and lower. She had no underwear, nothing to stop him from going lower, not that mere fabric would stop Vaughn.
Her eyes suddenly went to Vaughn’s pants. Hell, the sight of his cock pushing against those thin sleep pants had her mouthwatering.
Vaughn didn’t say a word as his hand slipped to her folds. She couldn’t believe he was touching her like that, out there in the open, with Sersie and Ren in the room.
Not just in the room.
Watching.
Ren’s eyes focused on Vaughn’s hand.
“She’s wet, isn’t she?” Ren asked from across the coffee table as a delicious grin spread across his face. Her eyes slipped to the bulge in his pants.
God help her, she wanted Ren, and yet she didn’t want to move from Vaughn’s magic fingers that were gliding up and down her pussy, waking every nerve in her.
Vaughn’s fingers began circling her clit with a mesmerizing rhythm. Her head wanted to fall back, except the sight of Ren’s hands going to his pants held her,transfixedher.
She wanted to be there, touching him, except he was sitting too damn far away, and Vaughn was touching her, making her pant in quick, shallow breaths as a tide rose within her. He meant to make her come, in front of Sersie and Ren.
ForRen.
Instead of pulling away from Vaughn, her thighs opened to him.
“Touch him, Princess,” Ren said, tipping his chin toward Vaughn.
