Page 9 of Surrendering the Skies

Geneva closed her eyes as she sucked down on him. Memories washed over her, and she recalled all the times she’d taken both of them, together. One would impale her pussy, filling her with his masculine strength, while the other would let her attend to him with her lips and tongue. More than ever, she wished Marcus was in the room with them, but she settled for the substitute, all while envisioning his cock throbbing inside her mouth.

Beneath her, Ash increased his tempo, his shaft gliding along her inner walls. She wriggled against the strength of his grasp again, but it was to no avail. Marcus’s quickened breaths drifted toward her ears, and she opened her eyes to watch him, her lips still wrapped around Ash’s fingers. The muscles in his jaw tightened as his fist traveled the length of his cock, a pearly droplet appearing at its tip.

Another hiss of static interrupted the perfect picture, and the image on the tablet wavered. “Damn it,” Ash muttered.

The screen flashed, and Marcus reemerged, his hand working furiously as his lips parted. “Now, Geneva!” he yelled.

Her fingers flew to her clit, rubbing with the same frenzied energy. Ash removed himself from her mouth and dug his fingertips into her hips. Heaving upward, he speared her cunt, his thick cock unyielding inside her.

Everything around her blurred into a harmonious buzz. One last swipe of her fingers propelled her over the edge into ecstasy, and she tilted her head back to release a hearty moan. Climax overtook her, and she thrashed atop Ash’s lap, locked in his embrace. She couldn’t take in air fast enough to quell the tempest raging throughout her body, and she closed her eyes and surrendered to the storm.

When she opened her eyes again, disappointment spoiled her satisfaction. The tablet’s screen was blank, with no trace of Marcus anywhere to be found. “Shit,” she said as her breathing slowed. “Stupid connection. Should we try to call him back?”

“It’s pretty late over there.” Ash tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and held her close. “We’ll let him get some sleep and try another time.”

Sighing, Geneva turned and snuggled into his side, running her fingers through the copper curls dotting his chest. “How many more months do we have left in this awful place? Wait, maybe you shouldn’t remind me.”

He pressed his lips to the side of her head and gave her a squeeze. “Too many.”

Chapter Four

Geneva raised her weapon to her shoulder and stared down the sights. As her target came into view, she focused on holding it steady while she aimed. Once satisfied she’d done everything possible to hit her mark, she squeezed the trigger.

An explosive projectile sailed out of the barrel and flew in a high arc toward the opposite end of the testing area. It detonated upon impact, though since it was a training device, the subsequent blast was so small, she had to squint to see where it landed. From her vantage point, she couldn’t determine how accurate she’d been, and she stepped back to let the next person in line take their shot while she waited for someone to report her results.

“Commander,” spoke a voice in her earpiece, “it’s still coming up a little short. I mean, in a real-life situation with a real grenade, you probably would have gotten the job done, but—”

“I know. We’re striving for accuracy here.” She frowned. “Is it me, the launcher, or some combination of the two? And be honest with me.”

Her teammate laughed. “I’d never question your aim,” he said. “Why don’t you take it over to Lieutenant Maxwell and she can make a few tweaks? Then you can reload and try again.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Geneva passed by the rest of the line as she made her way toward the soldiers responsible for making and recording any adjustments. Despite the amount of time they’d been on Kasarad, each step took effort as she fought against the forces of gravity. Maxwell stood at the end of a rack of weapons, tapping the screen of a datapad. “Hello, Commander,” she said as she approached, smiling from behind the clear glass of her helmet. “What can I do for you?”

She held out the launcher. “I need to get some more distance out of this thing, and I was told you might be able to work some magic.”

The lieutenant laughed and opened a pouch on her utility belt. “I’ll see what I can do.”

While she fiddled with a screwdriver, Geneva gazed out over the vast landscape. Kasarad orbited far enough away from its sun that it always felt like night on the planet, regardless of the time. The dreary stretches of sand and harsh conditions still held little appeal, but she tried to remind herself there were much more dangerous places to be.

“Here you go,” Maxwell said, passing the launcher back to her. “See if there’s any changes.”

“Thanks. Let me reload and—”

The ground shook beneath her feet, sending both Geneva and the lieutenant tumbling to the gritty dust. Instinctively, she tucked her chin into her chest and covered her head. “Get down!” she yelled to the others nearby.

Her pulse thudded in her ears as she braced herself for another jolt. Nothing happened. When she lifted her head, she saw the rest of her team huddled in similar positions, but no obvious threats to their safety appeared.

She wrenched her arm out from beneath her body and activated her wrist communicator, tuning in to a different frequency. “This is Commander Greyson,” she said while sprawled out on her stomach. “We’ve just experienced some sort of tremor over at Testing Site Two. It seems to have subsided, but I wanted to call it in and see if there’s anything specific we should do.”

A moment passed before the response came through her earpiece. “Commander, there’s been…an incident at the south side of the base. This is not an emergency and there are no injuries reported, but you and your team should clean up and head inside as soon as you can.”

“Copy that.”

She switched back to the first channel in order to address the others. “Everything’s fine—allegedly—but we’re going to call it a day a little ahead of schedule. I’m expecting your daily reports to be completed by the appropriate time, though.”

Geneva planted her gloved hands on the rough ground and dragged her knees beneath her. Even moving from a prone position to standing took additional exertion. Fighting against the extra gravitational pull, she slammed one boot flat against the dusty surface, followed by the other. Maxwell did the same beside her and took the launcher back. “I’ll return this to the rack and meet you inside, Commander,” she said.

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