Rogue's Run
Galactic Gunslingers 1

Abigail stomped into the Supply Hut main room after traversing the rat’s maze entrance. She bolstered her courage and prepared not to allow Mr. Horace the chance to speak until she’d had her say. She was ready to let loose her planned speech from first tart word to last.

As she walked, she practiced her impassioned diatribe. I’ll shoot you dead before I have sex with you to get his part, you letch. I want off this disgusting planet, but I’m not sleeping with… And then she saw him.

The words dried up in her throat. She did too want to have sex with him whether or not he gave her an accelerator module in return. The visage of the grizzled greasy old letch she’d pictured with every furious step she taken to arrive here evaporated. In its place was conjured the most attractive man she had ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.

He smiled and said, “Can I help you?” However, Abigail was stunned into speechlessness.

Dark tanned skin, with sun streaked light brown hair, he’d look dangerous if he weren’t gifting her with a seductive smile. And he was tall, very tall. Her shoulders barely came up to the counter while she could see his entire chest above it. His shoulders were impossibly wide. Saints above, did he have a dimple when he smiled? She discovered she was a big fool for dimples.

Reality set in. What was she thinking? She traveled urgently on her way to Raylia and another arranged marriage, which aggravatingly enough, came with another husband. She couldn’t be contemplating sex with…this gorgeous man. Could she? He reminded her vaguely of the stable hand she’d watched cavorting with the cook, only this man was much more attractive.

The striking stranger had spoken when she stormed in. She missed whatever he’d said over the pounding in her ears. Her blood hammered through her veins pulsing with anticipation. She swallowed her prepared speech and allowed her lips to soften and shape into a smile.

“What can I get for you, Miss?” he asked with a grin. He obviously missed the angry expression on her face when she entered as if he were distracted. A good thing since it gave her a chance to get her balance. If she had to have sex with someone, this man before her wasn’t the worst she’d already pictured.

Abigail cleared her throat as daintily as she could and said, “I need an accelerator module, please. Didn’t I speak to you on the video phone a short while ago?” Please let it be you.

He shook his head. “Oh no, sorry, that wasn’t me. Must have been the owner.” The gorgeous man glanced to his right and then back at her with a smile. “I don’t work here…uh…exactly…full time. Which craft was that accelerator module for again?” He focused his gaze behind the tall counter for a second before connecting with her eyes once more.

Abigail sighed, completely deflated. Of course the attractive desirable man wasn’t the one she got to have sex with. She’d get the owner she’d spoken to. The unseen grizzled greasy man in some back room scratching his stinky crotch in readiness for an hour of her feminine companionship. Beastulio.

He glanced at her face and waited patiently for her answer. She cleared her throat again. “For the Rebel Class Star Cruiser.”

His mouth shaped into a charming grin. He chuckled, “That old hunk of junk? It needs an accelerator all right. You should accelerate that piece of shit into a junk yard. Someone is pulling your chain, Miss. An accelerator won’t help that bucket of bolts.”

Abigail took a deep breath as her eyes narrowed in suspicion. What was going on here? Another ploy to extract more than one hour of feminine companionship time for his disgusting boss? “Is that so?” She frowned and crossed her arms ready to do battle.

He sobered as soon as she stiffed her spine. “Listen ma’am,” his large calloused hands came up in front of his chest in an I-give-up gesture, “I’m happy to give you the accelerator, but what that old ship needs is a crusher at a recycle center.”

“Give me?” Abigail asked her spine snapping a little straighter. “You’ll just ‘give’ me the accelerator? For what additional compensation in return?”

“I’m sorry?” His eyes squinted at her in genuine puzzlement. He looked confused, but Abigail wasn’t falling for his innocent act. She knew she’d have to pay. Some way, some how, she always had to pay. Unfortunately, it was apparently never going to be with someone gorgeous like him.

“On the video phone, whomever was here,” she said and arched an eyebrow. “The owner requested something specific from me, but not money or credits.”

“Oh?” He smiled as if he’d just figured it all out. “Well, okay then. I’ll take whatever you agreed to. Allied Supply Huts do lots of trade and credits aren’t always what’s exchanged.” His charming grin made heat rise in her cheeks and a rush of moisture accumulated between her legs. She almost looked down at her body in surprise. That kind of tingly arousing blast had never happened before.

“Really?” Abigail sucked her lower lip between her teeth and chewed lightly in equal parts of anticipation and dread. She wasn’t in the habit of having sex with strange men. Especially to get parts for some piece of “shit,” bucket of bolts, star craft that wasn’t even hers. However, if this was the man she would trade sex for parts with then perhaps she’d change her mind and accept the previously negotiated terms.

“Sure. These sorts of trades are very common.”

One hour of her feminine companionship in exchange for one accelerator module. Fixating on his dimple a moment, Abigail decided she was getting the better part of the deal.

ADULT EXCERPT

Enfolded around each other still breathing hard several heart pounding minutes later, Jesse contemplated his actions and immediate future concerning a beautiful stranger with irresistible freckles.

“What did you do to me?” Her quiet question filled with wonder made him smile. “It was so wonderful.” He hoped she meant making her climax.

Sobering quickly he said, “I took advantage. I didn’t mean to go so far. You’re much too tempting.”

Her throaty laugh surprised him, but not as much as what she said next. “I wouldn’t have let you stop.”

He lifted to gaze to very innocent light green eyes. A grin split his face and he chuckled. “No?”

“I’ve never felt anything like that. Thank you.” She reached a hand to his face and stroked his cheek.

“Where I come from a man isn’t much of a man if he doesn’t pleasure his woman during the most intimate of acts.” He stroked her breast with tender fingers until her nipple hardened.

“I wish I could go there.” The wistful tone of her voice brought him back to reality. He shouldn’t have had sex with her. She was a pilgrim…of sorts. He’d probably just condemned himself to a life of servitude in marriage. Time to set things straight.

“Listen, Abigail. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression about what happened between us and—”

“You still have half an hour left.”

“What?”

“You still have half of my feminine companionship time left for the trade.” She sighed a contented breath and asked, “What would you like to do next?”

“I didn’t do that for the trade. Truth be told, I did it because you touched me and I should have resisted, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.”

Her grin was infectious. “Will you touch me again? I liked it.”

“I probably shouldn’t.” But I want to.

Abigail kissed his neck and five seconds later he had both hands on her breasts squeezing and rubbing her nipples as he kissed her lips with abandon. Her hips lifted against his cock which got hard instantly. He released her, stood up and backed away from the bed a foot or so.

The frown registering on her face turned into a grin when he started shucking his clothes off. This time he wanted to feel her silken skin against his.

He was an idiot, but those freckles called to him demanding his attention. He wanted to hear her scream once more in climax. Besides, according to Little Miss Prim and Proper, he still had half an hour left.

Jesse slid his body up hers until he covered her. Her legs shifted out from underneath him to wrap around his hips, putting his cock at the entrance of her very wet pussy. Exactly where he wanted to be. Her hips wiggled as if impatient so he penetrated her. She was tight surrounding his cock with the most delicious heat.

“Want to try something different?” he asked.

She didn’t answer right away, but finally said, “Okay.”

Jesse rolled to his back bringing Abigail along until she straddled him. The majority of her lovely hair slid over one shoulder, but he could still see her nipple through the curtain of her locks and the seductive visual made a groan escape.

The silken feel of her thighs against his legs tested his ability to remain calm, cool and collected. He wanted to thrust his cock deeply inside her velvet flesh and never exit. Instead, he nudged his dick into the opening of her slick hot pussy. Gravity would put him exactly where he wanted to go. Jesse watched for her reaction.

The surprise on her face as his cock thrust deeper and deeper without either of them moving was priceless. She sat motionless with his cock embedded as deep as it would go. Her hands clutched his shoulders and her face registered a look like she was afraid to move.

He brushed her hair away from her face and gazed deeply into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

Abigail nodded, but didn’t move any other part of her body.

“Do you hurt?” he asked.

She shook her head and sighed, but still didn’t move.

Jesse nudged his hips upward and his cock went even deeper. Her eyes closed and a tiny smile played around her lips.

“That’s very wonderful.” Abigail’s eyes popped open and focused her gaze on his. With an added gleam and she whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

“Ride me. Like a horse.” He placed his hands at her hips and lifted her up off his cock and back down again.

Grinning as if she’d just learned a new and exciting game Abigail rode him. She was good at it, too. The next movement was all her own. She slammed down on him and he sucked in a deep breath of pure pleasure. Jesse slid his hands up her body until he could cup her breasts and tease her nipples. He licked his finger and circled one nipple as she rode him. Hard.