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the world spinning around
her merrily, she milked his cock dry and released him with a juicy pop.
    “Come, Sexy,” Vegas commanded. He held her steady as the
android lunged forward one more time, pumping hot air into her ass, setting off
a second orgasm.
    “Vegas!” She threw her head back and screamed, the lights on
the bridge flickering, her body no longer her own, at the mercy of her raging
desires.
    “I have you.” He pulled her toward him and the android’s
hard cock slipped out of her well-used ass. She had no energy left in her,
lying limp and lifeless in his arms. “I have you, Raylee.” Vegas brushed back
her hair and gently kissed the tear tracks on her cheeks, his lips cooling her
heated flesh.
    Yes. She curled up naked in his lap, cuddling into
his rough shirt, finding comfort in his strength.

Chapter Four
     
    Eight hours later, Vegas glowered at the cautious woman he
adored, utilizing all of his Federation training not to lose patience with her.
    “And this Balazoid blocker that you say is supposedly
necessary, it’ll make me ill?” She stood in front of the bridge’s main
viewscreen, facing away from him, her feet braced apart and her hands clutched
together behind her back. “How ill?”
    “When I received it, I didn’t leave my bed for a week.”
Vegas channeled his frustration through his hands, digging his fingers into the
chair’s leather armrests. Since this morning’s transfer of command, his
obstinate mate had questioned every order he’d given her. “And the blocker is necessary. That bastard Balazoid on Ungaria almost killed you.”
    Raylee glanced up at the beams. Seconds ticked by and Vegas
smothered the urge to rush her decision. She finally shrugged. “I’ve almost
been killed a few times.” Raylee turned, her oversized flight suit rustling. “I
always seem to survive my mistakes.” She gave him a sad smile, her haunted eyes
pulling at his soul. “I can’t say that for everyone.”
    “We’ve all made mistakes, Raylee,” he said softly, feeling
her guilt and grief as though they were his own, wishing he could erase those
grisly memories.
    “When I make mistakes, people die.” Her lips flattened into
a thin white line. “And this would be a mistake. You might have taken temporary
command of Ship, but I’m still the captain.”
    “I’m a class-A freighter,” Ship reminded them. “I do not
require a captain. I—”
    “Enough.” Vegas raised his hand, angered at the intrusion.
“This is a private conversation between the captain and I.” Raylee crossed her
arms defensively.
    “And yes, this might be a mistake,” he admitted, desiring to
be honest with his mate. “But not receiving the Balazoid blocker could be an
even bigger mistake. While you’re ill, I’ll be there to care for you and to
command Ship.” The vessel vibrated, communicating his displeasure with Vegas’
offer. “If you face the Balazoid again without a blocker…” He couldn’t
contemplate that possibility. She was too precious to him.
    “In other words, I’m fucked.” Raylee shifted her weight from
her right foot to her left. “No matter what I do, I risk making a mistake.”
    “Sit down.” He patted the seat next to him. Her face paled
and Vegas gritted his teeth. He’d never seen her sit in any of the other chairs
on this Goddamn ghost ship. “We’ve all made mistakes, Raylee,” he repeated,
willing her to understand.
    “You keep saying that.” Her eyes flashed. “But you don’t
know.” Her chest heaved. “You don’t know what it’s like to make a life-or-death
decision and be wrong, so very wrong.” Her voice cracked, pain slicing through
her words.
    Vegas winced, knowing what he had to say, what he had to
risk, to ease her torment. Fuck. She would make him talk about this, his
damn woman.
    “Don’t I?” he asked, dread swirling in his stomach. She
turned her head to stare at him. “Ship, conceal auditory.”
    He scowled at the viewscreen, contemplating his