Is this a joke, or payback? Voltan space-trader, Devin, can’t believe that the Pleasure Dome has dispatched such a sex-mate. The younger man is so hairy and dirty, with a beard—for the stars’ sake! Not that Dev wants a perfumed, coiffured man to share his bed, but the sex-mate had better scrub up, or he’ll demand a refund. Dev is lost the moment he hears Robert’s voice and looks into his haunted green eyes. He has to have this man, or die. Robert Warren is running for his life. Deep in enemy territory, the last thing he wants is a close encounter with any Voltan, but that’s what it’s going to take for him to win his freedom—servicing the man who thinks Rob is a pleasure-man. Cripes, he’ll just have to close his eyes and thrust—each thrust taking him closer to home. Plans and desires go awry. To survive an enemy intent on destroying them both, Dev and Rob have to call a truce in bed and out of it. It’s a whole new take on comrades in arms…
He’d never experienced such intense release. The climax robbed him of everything, except the need, the urgent need to have this man. Again and again.
“Dev?” Robert’s whisper against his mouth brought him back from the edges of oblivion. “You haven’t died on me, have you?”
“Not yet, but I might.” Devin opened his eyes and with a trembling hand, brushed back the hair from Robert’s face. He curled a golden strand around his finger. “How long will it take for us to reach your rebel base?”
“Just long enough.”
“Long enough for what?”
“To quench the fire you started.”
“I started?” He grinned. “You want me in your bed for six days?”
“Perhaps I ask too much of a mere Terran?”
“You don’t know me yet,” Robert said.
“No, I don’t.” Devin grinned. “But I will know you, intimately. Every inch of you.” He paused, eyes searching. “Do human men love their men with their mouths? You seem intent on kissing me. Your species has a fixation with mouths and hands.”
“We utilise every part our bodies, Dev, to bring pleasure. To give it.”
“I would like for you to kiss me, and then, I want you to love me with your mouth.” Devin caressed Robert’s hair. “But, after, I’m going to escape.”
“You’re welcome to try.” Robert angled inside Devin to the right. The older man gasped, then smiled.
“Will you do that again?”
“What?” Robert paused. “This…?”
“Oh… Oh stars—yes!”
“Dev, we’re gonna rock and roll.”
“Rock and roll?”
“What does it mean?”
“I’ll show you what it means.” He smiled down at the Voltan. “Now wrap your legs around me and hold tight.”