9
Erica, Personal Quarters, Battleship Karter
I stared out the window at all the stars. There was nothing to see but blackness and… the entire universe. The lights in the room were dimmed, set by either Kaed or Ronan before they left. I vaguely remember being kissed on the shoulder and told to sleep, that they needed to go to the command deck.
I had no idea what that meant, and at the time, had been too tired to care. They could be belly dancers and I wouldn’t have minded. Maybe it was the amazeballs s*x or the road-trip across the galaxy, but I barely remembered what happened after coming all over Ronan’s c**k with the taste of Kaed’s seed on my tongue.
Sex had never been that good… or that disappointing. I bit my lip, the sting meant to drive back the stupid, worthless tears forming
