wrist and snapped it. It was like he wanted to snap himself out of the haze we were all feeling. I immediately was brought back to our time at the Dormas Clinic, and all playfulness fled my body. I didn’t want Maverick’s attraction to me to be something he felt he needed to be punished for. He’d been beating himself up his entire life. We were young, in love. We didn’t have to feel bad for wanting each other just because the empire decided to fall apart.
“I want you too,” I whispered. My voice was soft, but the transport went so quiet that you could hear the shift in the air. Each breath felt like palpable tension, and we were suffocating on it. “If you touched me? I’d be wet. I’m dripping for each of you,” I coughed out, stumbling over my words. I wasn’t entirely confident. Though I was more experienced now and had the confidence I’d always been lacking, it didn’t mean that I was comfortable being so...brazen. My time at Madam B’s brothel had changed me, but I was still new to this—to us.
“You are trying to kill me, little Walker,” Huxley hissed out, his eyes zeroing in on my chest, which was moving up and down in slow, steady movements. I was trying to heave in as much air as possible, but it still didn’t feel like my lungs were expanding. I rubbed my legs together on Kemper's lap and went still when I felt his hardness there. I debated on moving away to give him space but, at the last second, decided to rub against him again. And again.
He gasped. “What a fucking way to go,” Kemper added to Huxley’s declaration before grabbing my thigh. “I can help you with that, by the way. My woman shouldn’t be left wanting.” Breathing was hard. Thinking was harder. All I could do was act. All I could do was grab Kemper’s hand and guide him up my thigh, leading him towards the spot that craved his touch.
“Oh hell,” Patrick growled before leaning to stare at me from across the transport. Running hands through his short, dirty blond hair, Kemper bit his lip as he cupped me over my jeans, jerking my hips open for better access. I nearly fell out of my seat at the movement, but Jacob wrapped his arms around my middle to keep me still. Jacob started kissing my neck, tracing swirls of skin with his tongue until his teeth were nipping at my jawline.
“Yes,” I whispered as Kemper started rubbing me over my trousers, making me a panting puddle of need in the fast-moving transport. I captured all of their attention, and I had to will my eyes to stay open so that I could see each and every one of their expressions. I wanted to save their hungry stares and lock it away in my heart.
The friction was restrictive but still caused a dull ripple of a sensual thrill to travel up my spine. I wanted to ease these tight pants over my hips and grant Kemper access to me. I wanted his strong fingers stroking my clit.
“That’s it! Stop the transport,” Jacob’s mindspeak said. We need to switch the fuel cells,” he said before reaching across the dash to put in a new destination. “See that abandoned farmhouse? We’re stopping,” his mindspeak added. I watched him adjust his pants while staring hungrily at me.
Cyler laughed. “Sure that’s safe? Could be Walkers.”
Jacob’s mindspeak replied. “I’ll do a fucking sweep.”
Everything was so heightened that I wasn’t sure what the deal was. Around me, everyone else seemed to know what was up with Jacob’s erratic behavior, but I was just worried that I had done something wrong. “Don’t give me that look, beautiful,” his mindspeak said. “I just think if I don’t get inside of you this very moment, I’m going to explode.”
More fire bloomed within me as the transport came to a stop. The guys filtered out one by one. Huxley and Cyler went to inspect the house while Maverick and Patrick helped Kemper unlatch the heavy fuel cells from the roof to switch them out. Jacob swept me up, bridal style, and carried me to the abandoned farmhouse. It had a wraparound porch, white chipped wood, and green shutters. He toted me up the steps as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “This is crazy. You’re really going to stop the transport for...sex?” I asked with a laugh. He set me