He pushes past her as he races down the hall. The image burns in his mind—he closes his eyes and still sees the gunner’s slack cheeks and open mouth, his eyelids half-shut in lust. A hand stroked Gerrick’s thigh, another curved around his flat ass, a man knelt before him with the gunner’s fingers plunged deep into his thick hair. The hard length suckled between red lips, Gerrick in him, f*****g the bounder’s hot pink mouth as the shower poured down around them. The bounder, Trin recognized his eyes when he turned to see why it was all of a sudden cold behind him. Gerrick’s eyes widened slightly and the gunner sighed his name, Trin. No explanations, no hurried excuses—he didn’t even push the bounder away, just kept thrusting into the softness between his lips and uttered his name. Trin, for
