Chapter 6 #2
“I’m going to come in you,” he says, his dark eyes locked on mine as his face tightens with what must be impending orgasm. “I’m going to fill this tight teenage pussy of yours with my cum, and you’re going to take every drop because you’re my little toy. My poor little rich girl sex toy.”
His words hit all sorts of buttons I didn’t even know I had, and as he starts to fuck me hard, it’s my orgasm that comes first, bursting through me with explosive force that makes my pussy clamp down on his cock, milking every bit of his cum deep inside my body.
Thor holds me close throughout, and keeps his grip on me even as his cock starts to soften.
“I should go back to my bunk,” I murmur after a moment or two.
“Absolutely not,” he growls, snugging me tighter against his body. I submit immediately, letting him hold me close as I relax against him. I close my eyes and for the first time since I sneaked onto the ship, I fall asleep quickly and I sleep a full eight hours.
Maybe longer, actually. When I wake up, there’s a breakfast ration next to the bed, and a note from him telling me to rest until my shift starts. He’s off running emergency drills.
For the next few days, we settle into something dangerously close to a domestic routine.
At night, I sleep with Thor in his bed, which covers for the fact that I do not have a bed of my own to sleep in.
I pretend to go off to my assignments every morning, though most of the time I just sneak back and get into bed.
There’s something very nice and comforting about bed, especially when that bed is on a starship hurtling through space to an unsettled land that me and my hot fucking boyfriend are going to help settle.
I’m thrilled with myself, because this is all going so much better than I would have ever dared imagine. I tell myself that’s because I deserve for this to go well, that the universe rewards boldness of the kind I displayed when I just got on the ship.
This is going to be okay. I’m not going to be found out. I’m going to get away with this.
Three days of delusion are all I get. On the fourth day, I scurry out to pretend to clean up around the ship. I have to keep that fine line of being around enough that I remain background scenery for people, but not disappearing and becoming conspicuous by my absence.
I actually end up getting roped into some real spill work after one of the containment pod in the cargo bay cracks and starts leaking some goo that requires us all to don hazmat suits and warn everyone else to stay away. Very exciting.
By the time I get back to Thor’s quarters, I’m feeling a real sense of satisfaction and teamwork, even though I’m not technically part of the team.
I walk in the door and inhale the unmistakable scent of real food.
Most of the rations are vacuum-packed stuff that gets reheated and served up, but there are a few trays of home-cooked food that were loaded and snap frozen.
They’re allotted rigorously, and the tickets for them are high value items often traded between various crewmembers.
The smell of very nearly fresh herring means Thor has a special meal planned for us tonight.
“Selene,” he says, his voice deep and resonant as I enter.
“Thor,” I smile.
He looks serious, and I don’t know why. Did I imagine the smell? I look around him, and see two bowls of food steaming away on the table, so I know he planned a romantic interlude of some kind.
“Come and sit down,” he says, standing up and pointing to the chair he just vacated.
My stomach sinks a little, but his tone is sort of deep and growly and disciplinary so frankly I also find this hot as hell.
I wonder what I’ve done to get into trouble with him now.
I have learned over time that Thor’s a good guy who follows the rules, so he has a real hard time adjusting to someone like me who refuses to follow any of them.
That’s why I do him a favor and pretend to be a good girl too.
I sit down and look up at him with big eyes. I want him to know I’m taking him seriously, because that’s going to be important to him.
“What’s going on?” I ask the question in my cute voice, the one that usually makes him react with desire.
He leans down, his hands on the table in front of me, either side of the hot herring soup that is starting to go cold right in front of my eyes.
“Why aren’t you on the ship’s manifest?”
I try not to freak out. I knew he’d ask this question sooner or later. I haven’t been so delusional as to think this was never going to fall apart. I give a casual little shrug. One I’ve practiced more than once.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s a glitch. Didn’t they say there was a personnel problem?”
“Yes, the computer thinks there’s an extra soul on board. They’ve assumed that the computer is wrong, but what if it isn’t?”
I pretend to be stupid. “What do you mean?” I inject what I hope is a good amount of confused excitement in my voice.
“I mean it’s possible that someone with an exceptional amount of audacity who has been raised to believe that the rules do not apply to her might very well have snuck onto the ship, not only putting herself at risk, but potentially everybody on board.”
“Wow,” I say. “But how would they find that person?”
He stands up to his full height, crosses his arms, and looks down at me sternly. “I am talking about you, Selene.”
“Me?” I hope my voice carries just the right squeaking note of surprise.
“Yes,” he growls. “You.”
I look up at him, doing a mental calculation of all the ways I can and will be fucked if he tells on me.
I can’t imagine him betraying me that way, though.
We’ve been intimate with each other. Over and over again.
And he did some very questionable things in the hospital on the day of the fire, so I know he has the capacity to be a rule breaker too.
“What if it was me?” I temper the confession with a question.
Thor glowers at me with a fury reserved for men who have to deal with very disappointing mates. I feel myself cowering beneath his stare, as the handsome, loving, sexy officer I’ve been fucking turns into an instrument of a law I never agreed to obey.
“If this is true,” he says. “You will be charged. That’s for certain. And on ships like these, there is no civilian justice. I’ll be charged under military law. Maybe they’ll tack a spy charge on for good measure.”
I stare up at him, shocked.
“Well, there’s not much point confessing then, is there?”
“If I find out you lied to me more than you already have, then you will be punished twice as harshly,” he growls. “We are intimate, Selene. There is honor and integrity in romance.”
By the gods. We’ve been banging for a few days. He’s making it sound like we’re married and I’ve betrayed him. Worse, he’s making our really hot sex sound boring, though the prospect of imprisonment spices things up, I suppose.
I try staring at him with wide eyes in the hopes that he decides that means I am sorry. I’m not, of course. Well, maybe a little bit, but whatever guilt I feel for not telling him is being seriously outweighed by his reaction to the idea.
“Do you know why I looked at the manifest?”
“No,” I say. I have no fucking idea why he went and ruined the very good thing we had together. Maybe he just doesn’t like to be happy. Who fucking knows. It’s a mystery to me, that’s for sure.
“I want to marry you,” he says. “I want to stand before the ship and declare myself your husband. I wanted to see your stats on the manifest, in the hopes I could have a ring sized for you…”
I stare at him, and this time it’s not any kind of act. He wants to marry me? After sleeping with me for three days? Viking men like to move fast and claim their brides, but I made it clear to him that was not my style from the beginning.
“We’ve been fucking for like three days, guy,” I say.
It’s not the most tactful response, but by the gods, he’s going to start thinking about marriage that quickly?
And this, as proposals go, if this is a proposal, sucks.
It’s laced with guilt, and I don’t know if it’s even real, or if it’s just his way of trying to force a confession out of me.
I never planned to marry. I guess I also never wanted to be manipulated by a man on a spaceship I wasn’t supposed to be on.
“If I take you to the captain, will he find you on the manifest? Will there be any record of you in any of the files? If we radio back home, will they confirm your acceptance to this mission?”
He’s asking question after question that he already knows the answer to, looming over with his muscly good guy stance.
I’ve never found him more irritating than I do in this moment.
I try to swallow that feeling. The only way out of this right now is to throw myself on his mercy, appeal to his sense of heroism and let him pretend he is protecting me.
I take a deep breath and will some tears to come to my eyes. I don’t actually start crying. I just start sort of glistening. I let my lower lip quiver just a little and my voice wavers.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whimper. “It was a mistake, at first. I thought it would be funny. And then the ship actually took off, and I realized how much trouble I would be in.”
His eyes widen. “Gods, Selene,” he says. “It’s true? You stowed away? And you let the engineering team think the ship was malfunctioning all this time? They’ve been messing with the code. That could have catastrophic consequences!”
“Only if they’re bad at their jobs,” I say.
I know it’s not the smartest thing to utter in the moment, but the relentless lecturing is starting to grate on me, and not in a hot way.
I like a dominant man, but I don’t need one who points out all my crimes and misdemeanors with this timbre in his voice.
It’s like he’s not even impressed with me.