Glenn, Stormy and Hagen, Lynn - Pax's Blues [Lady Blue Crew 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (6 page)

It wasn’t like Pax could deny Colt anything the man wanted. He grinned sheepishly. “Okay.”

“Maybe you can convince Gigi to pack us a lunch, and we can make a day of it.”

Pax started to warm to the idea the more Colt talked about it. The idea of spending some quality one-on-one time with Colt was better than almost anything Pax could think of. “Will we have enough time? Don’t we have to get the cargo and take it wherever it needs to go?”

“Hey, Remy,” Colt called back over his shoulder, “how long are we going to be on Lost Star Three? My little bird and I want to make some plans.”

Remy chuckled. “We’ve made pretty good time, so I suppose we can have a little R and R while we’re there but just one day. Once the cargo is loaded we need to get underway.”

Pax’s eyes rounded when Gigi squealed and jumped into Remy’s arms. Gigi was just so…so…bouncy. Pax peered up at Colt to see if he was watching Gigi jump and bounce around. Was that something Colt liked?

Colt was looking right down at him as if he didn’t even realize Gigi was in the same room. He chuckled and shook his head as Gigi’s noises got louder.

“That would drive me nuts,” Colt whispered. “Gigi is cool and all, but how Remy stands that constant noise, I will never know.”

“I don’t make a lot of noise, do I?”

Colt winked. “You do when it counts.”

Pax squeezed his eyes closed as his face heated up. He might as well be red instead of blue. He spent more time with his face flushed than he did without it.

“We’ll be landing soon,” Colt whispered into Pax’s ear as his hand moved down to caress Pax’s butt. “Want to go see if we can make some noise before we land?”

Pax giggled and grabbed Colt’s hand, dragging him toward the door of the bridge. He had plans for his hawk, and they didn’t involve a room full of onlookers. The lift at the other end of the corridor was looking pretty good, though. The crew quarters were just too far away.

Pax heard Colt chuckling behind him as he pulled the man down the hallway and around the corner to the lift. He hit the button to open the door then turned and looked at his mate. “Livewire hasn’t gotten the lift working yet.”

“Oh?”

Pax giggled and stepped back into the small space. He grabbed Colt’s shirt and dragged the man inside then leaned past him to close the door. There wasn’t much room in the small lift, but they wouldn’t need much for what he had in mind.

“I don’t suppose you have any lube on you, do you?”

Colt shook his head. “Nope.”

“Damn.” Pax twisted his lips together as he tried to figure out how they could fool around without lube. As he looked from the top of Colt’s head down to his boot-clad feet, sudden inspiration struck him.

Pax dropped to his knees and went for the zipper on Colt’s pants. He glanced up at Colt as he pulled the big man’s hard shaft out of his pants. Colt had his hands pressed against each side of the small lift. His bottom lip was bitten between his teeth. His blue eyes, however, glowed dark with lust.

Pax kept his eyes locked with Colt’s as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the cock in his hand. Colt’s eyes closed for a moment then snapped open again, almost as if Colt couldn’t stand to miss the show.

Pax made sure that he leaned back enough that Colt could see what he was doing but not take his lips away from the cock in his mouth. He paid special attention to the slit in the top and around the edges of the mushroomed head, lavishing them with his tongue.

Colt started panting softly. It gave Pax the courage to put all of his experience and knowledge into giving his mate the best blowjob of his life. He really didn’t want Colt to know exactly how much experience he had, but showing him was a bit different than telling him.

“That feels so fucking good, little bird.”

Pax grinned around the thick cock in his mouth then closed his lips around it and sucked it deep into his mouth. One thing he had never shared with Colt—he had a nonexistent gag reflex. He was able to swallow Colt’s erection until the man hit the back of his throat.

“Fucking hell!” Colt groaned as his hips snapped forward.

Pax moved his mouth up and down Colt’s cock, tightening his lips and stroking his tongue over the thickly veined sides. He felt Colt’s fingers clench in his hair as his body trembled.

“Pax, gonna...”

Pax groaned as elation filled him and sucked harder as Colt roared. Hot, salty liquid filled his mouth. Pax swallowed as much as he could then licked the rest away until Colt shuddered and pulled away.

“Damn, little bird, that was—” Colt frowned when Pax started tucking him back into his pants. “What about you, little bird? What can I do for you?”

Pax giggled as his face flushed. He stood to his feet and pressed his face into Colt’s chest. “Get me a napkin to clean up the mess in my pants?”

Colt gaped for a moment. Then his deep, booming laughter filled the lift. Pax smiled, his embarrassment at coming in his pants sliding away under his mate’s joy. Pax glanced up into Colt’s handsome face. “So, about that napkin...”

* * * *

Crank walked into the weapons room and started taking inventory of their supplies. Remy had asked him to check and see if they were low on anything while they were on Lost Star Three so it could be replaced. From what he could immediately see, they needed charger cells for the phasers and were running low on RK05s.

The Star wasn’t known for selling weapons. The place was more renowned for its medical advancements and healing powers, but there were a few places they could find what they needed—for the right price.

Crank jotted down what they would need once they touched down on the planet. With the five-thousand-credit advancement, maybe they could get enough supplies to last them for more than just the next job.

“I’m ready.” Livewire patted his front pocket. “Got my shopping list right here.”

“I’m almost finished,” he said as moved away from Livewire, crossing the room to the other wall of weapon supplies. Crank had yet to figure out the mechanic, but he wasn’t in a rush to uncross the wires that must be Livewire’s brain. The guy was cool though, even if he was a little off most of the time.

“You ever get a boner right before getting off on another planet?” Livewire asked as Crank continued to take stock.

His lips curled up into a smile with the play on words, wondering if Livewire even realized what he had just said. “It’s thrilling. I like the rush.” Crank admitted.

“Good. I thought I was a little off for feeling that way,” Livewire muttered as he walked back through the storage room and headed in the direction of engineering.

Crank shook his head. The guy seriously needed to stay away from the fuel tanks. The fumes were eating his brain cells.

He jogged up the stairwell, taking them three flights up to the command deck. He couldn’t wait until Livewire fixed the lift. He was in great shape, but taking the stairs all of the time wore a guy out.

“I have the weapons list.” Crank held the vid-pad up in his hand as he entered the bridge. Remy nodded from his commander’s chair as Crank gave the list to Blade, who was in charge of finding the right seller to purchase the supplies.

Crank glanced back when Blade gave a low whistle. “I’m aware you like to blow shit up, but two cases of explosives?”

“One can never have enough weapons,” Crank said with a big smile.

“I guess not,” Blade said as he spun his chair back around to his console.

* * * *

Pax had a death grip on Colt’s arm as the retractable ramp lowered. He really, really hated leaving the ship, but his mate had made the mineral springs sound so good that he wanted to visit them—as long as Colt’s libido didn’t multiply by ten.

“You that excited, little bird?” Colt chuckled as he glanced down at Pax’s fingers trying to burrow their way under his skin with the tight hold Pax was applying. Pax blushed and loosened them slightly.

Pax’s eyes widened when the ramp finally lowered. He couldn’t believe the beauty of the planet. It was like, heck, he couldn’t think of a rightful description. The plant life here was rich and lush. The city seemed to be haloed in a soft glow that illuminated the horizon.

“You like it?”

Pax glanced up to see Colt watching him as if trying to gauge his reaction to his first impression of Lost Star Three. “It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Spa treatment, here I come!” Gigi declared loudly as he and Remy walked down the ramp. Okay, Remy walked. Gigi had a little skip in his step, a bounce in his heels, and an infectious giggle like a gay man discovering another man’s cock for the very first time.

Pax shook his head as he smiled at his friend. Gigi was…well, Gigi, and Pax wouldn’t have him any other way. He held onto Colt as they made their way to the shuttle stands. Pax actually felt like royalty with the way Colt was treating him. Never in his life had he been to somewhere this awe-inspiring, and to be there with Colt? Pax could die right now and be happy.

“We’re taking separate shuttles?” Pax asked as he climbed into the one Colt directed him to. Even the shuttles were splendorous. He ran his hand over the rich fabric of the seats as he stared around the inside with awe. Had he ever seen anything so magnificent?

“Sorry, little bird, but I don’t think I can take the commander’s mate chatting the whole way there,” Colt said as he climbed into the back of the shuttle with Pax.

Pax covered his mouth with his hand, trying his best to suppress a giggle. “Neither could I,” Pax confessed. “Don’t get me wrong. I like Gigi a whole lot”—Pax ignored Colt’s low growl as he finished his thought—“but he can be a little exhausting.”

“Just don’t go liking him too much.”

Pax’s eyebrows shot up as he stared at Colt. “Seriously?”

“You belong to me, remember? No touching anyone else?”

Pax tilted his head as he tried to figure out yet another quandary with one of the crew, his mate this time. “Why would I want to? I have you.” It made perfect sense to him. “I don’t need anybody else.”

Colt’s features immediately softened, and the man reached for him. Pax eagerly went into Colt’s embrace. He may be a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. If Colt wanted to hold him, Pax was all for it.

“You say the most astonishing things, little bird.”

Pax blinked, bewildered by the roughness of Colt’s voice. “What did I say?”

Colt tightened his grip around Pax and rested their heads together. “You just—I wish I could describe it to you, little bird, but there really are no words to describe how you make me feel.”

Pax tilted his head back, a little frown worrying his forehead. “Is that good or bad?”

Colt chuckled. “Oh, it’s definitely good.”

“Oh.” Pax tucked his head into the side of Colt’s neck and breathed in the strong masculine scent that was uniquely his mate’s. No one ever born smelled as good as Colt did. “Okay then.”

Colt chuckled again. “Okay then.”

Pax wished he understood half of what happened around him, but he didn’t. He always felt like he was orbiting around everyone else, lost in his own little space. Maybe he was dumb or something. People just didn’t make sense to him. They talked in riddles and never said what they meant. He felt like the only sane person in a world of crazy people.

“We’ll be to the mineral springs in a few minutes, Pax,” Colt said. “I called ahead and got us a private spring, just for the two of us. You know what that means, don’t you?”

“No,” Pax said as he leaned back again.