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labia. He moved both hands to her thighs and jerked her forward, fucking her hard enough to make her back sting where it rubbed against the ship. She didn’t give a damn. Sex had never felt this good. Never.
    “Hold on,” he said again, sounding wrecked, so Cori gripped his hips with her thighs and shoved herself down on him. He groaned and snapped forward one last time, pushing against her womb. The pressure of him jerking inside her sent her over again. All she could do was hang on and hope he didn’t drop her as heat flooded her pussy. He leaned his forehead down on hers, eyes closed as his prick slowly softened.
    When he finally slipped out, Cori let her legs fall. Reiyn slid her down his body, sweat and dust coating them both.
    Cori tried to speak, but had to clear her throat before she could get any words out. “What the hell was that?”
    Reiyn gently kissed the top of her head, then stepped back, not replying.
    Cori stared as he hitched up his pants, buttoning them just enough to keep them from falling down again. He hadn’t even taken off his boots. His cock hung down, still half-hard, and Cori wondered what it would be like to take him in her mouth.
    “We should leave,” he said, picking up her pants.
    “Leave,” she repeated, still not thinking clearly. She glanced down at herself and flushed. She was a mess. When she looked back up, Reiyn was still holding out her pants. Shit, she thought, not sure if she should be angry or relieved. The sex was great, but she really didn’t want to get attached. And it looks like he doesn’t, either, she thought, as she snatched the leather from his hands. “Thanks,” she muttered, slipping them on.
    He drew a cloth from his pocket and blotted at her neck. Cori frowned. When he pulled back, she saw spots of blood on the faded cotton. “You bit me,” she said, disbelievingly.
    He looked away. “I did not mean to.”
    Cori put a hand to her neck, but he caught her arm before she could touch her skin.
    “Let it be,” he said, refolding the cloth and putting it against her neck again. “The wound will soon close.”
    I guess that’s all the apology I’m going to get. She sighed and pushed his hand away. “Fine. Let’s go.” She pulled the netting off the ship with one quick yank, then balled it up and stepped into the open hatch. She dropped the tangled net in a corner as soon as they ducked past the airlock, and then headed for the engineering bay, squinting in the low light. “Bring the fuel cell. It had a loose connector that needed repairing. That’s why I was late,” she explained, not waiting for him to follow her.
    Footsteps behind her told her he’d heard her. “We should go as soon as possible.”
    She stepped into engineering and headed for the fuel cell socket. There were two empty sockets, but the ship would run on one. The other was for backup. She didn’t have another, so they would have to hope the fuel cell she’d brought worked properly, or they would be up shit creek without a paddle.
    “Do you have the—” she began to ask, but he was already crouched down with the cell in his hands. “Ah,” she said, watching as he carefully maneuvered it into place. “You’ve done this before.”
    He spared her a brief glance.
    Anger coiled around Cori’s spine. “Fine, don’t explain. Shove it in and let’s get moving.”
    He grunted, twisting slightly to lock the cell in place. The lights blinked on, and then the ship’s systems began to power up. Cori pivoted and headed for the bridge. “Where’s your stuff?” she asked as she walked down the corridor.
    “I left my bag in the sleeping quarters.”
    She nodded, pleased when the door to the bridge sensed her presence and slid open. Things seemed to be working properly, which was always a gamble on a ship this old. “Fine. We’ll have to share the bed.” She glanced at him. “Or you can sleep on the floor.” Her ship was small, meant for at most three or four people. She’d