Page 132 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Thorin

The crowd allowed us to disappear into the station without those blasted bounty hunters chasing after us.

From the sound of it, Camila had done a number on at least three of theirs, and I’d taken care of the thugs from earlier who had joined forces with them.

I couldn’t be certain, but I had a feeling that these were bounty hunters from the Varakartoom.

The ship had been after us since Strewn, and that black matte armor, the well-trained moves of the guy I’d fought… It matched.

As we ran and then slowed to a fast walk between the crowded stalls and shops that made up this section of the station, I tried to ignore the burning pain in my thigh. This running hadn’t done it any good, but there was nothing for it but to persevere.

“Akri, can you read me?” I asked the Vagabond while tapping my com to open a channel.

There was only static crackling for a brief moment, and I paused to give the com strapped to my wrist more than just a cursory glance.

Yup, damn it. Busted. I didn’t remember when exactly that had happened, but it didn’t matter.

Camila and I were on our own for now; we needed to warn the others, and we needed to lie low so these hunters would lose our trail.

To that end, I had the two of us zigzag across this bazaar, cross through at least half a dozen levels, until I took us back into some maintenance shafts.

All the while, Camila calmly trudged along at my side, her dark eyes sweeping over our surroundings, vigilant and alert.

She was in her element and not at all shaken by the past events. I loved that about her.

When I located a small maintenance room that we could close with a hatch, I sighed with relief.

This would do; we could get some rest and figure out what our next move was.

Only when we’d both sunk down the wall to sit side by side, shoulder to shoulder, did we speak.

“Do you think the others are okay?” Camila asked immediately, showing her warm heart and her loyalty.

I didn’t know, but I sure hoped so. Choosing, for once in my life, to take the optimistic approach, I gave a firm nod.

“They don’t know our new ship name. They might not have realized we arrived here.

Possibly, we just had the bad luck that they were already here and I got noticed…

” She seemed to ponder that answer for a moment, then she nodded.

“All right, nothing we can do about it for now. I haven’t got a com, and yours is broken…

” She stretched out her legs and dropped her head on my shoulder, cracking a yawn.

“Some rest, and then we locate that guy we needed to collect money from,” she said firmly.

It sounded like a crazy idea to do that, but it made sense.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to make sure the UAR had no reason to continue going after her by making what she knew public knowledge.

With no way to reach the ship, finishing the mission was probably our best bet.

I might no longer want Camila to leave, but she deserved to go home and be happy.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, felt only clunky EV suit, and poked at it with a frustrated growl.

Maybe some good sex would distract me from my leg and her imminent departure. “Take it off.”

She tilted her head up to look at me, a smile curling her luscious lips. “Really? Right now?” she asked, her dark eyes already sparkling with heat. I didn’t answer in words, just wrapped her braid around my fist and tilted her head so I could lean in and kiss that sassy mouth of hers.

Soon, she was pulling on my jacket, and I let it slide off my arms to the ground.

A moment later, we were both frantically slapping at the fastenings that held the many panels of her suit together.

It kind of ruined the moment, but it made her giggle, which was a very sweet and soft sound coming from my tough marine.

I loved it, so I no longer minded the delay.

Once she was down to just her undersuit, I allowed myself a moment to shrug off my weapons harness, carefully laying my knives down nearby and spreading out my jacket on the floor.

Hardly a romantic love nest, but we were a little short on supplies, I’d just have to take the bottom position.

Seemed like we were making a habit out of sex on hard surfaces.

“Come here, baby,” I told her, pulling her close to me.

We were upright, and without her boots on, the height difference was quite impressive.

Our mouths met in a hungry kiss, my arms banded around her waist to lift her for it.

The sweet curves of her breasts pressed against me through her undersuit and my shirt.

Then she was pushing away, smiling seductively as she went to her knees on the floor before me.

Fuck yes, I’d been dreaming of this. She made short work of opening my pants, admiring my length as it sprung free, eager and ready.

I growled, “Do it,” my hand already finding the long braid of her hair, curling it around my fist so I had a good grip.

The scent of her arousal perfumed the air in a rush; she liked being controlled that way. We were so well matched.

Eyes sparking defiantly up at me, she licked her lips.

“Make me, Thorin.” That challenge made my cock twitch, eagerly pointing at her mouth.

I pulled on her hair, guiding her to the tip, letting it brush against her soft lips.

Heat crawled up my spine and tightened my sack at the sensation—the flutter of her breath across my heated skin.

Finally, she opened her mouth, surrendering.

Her hot softness engulfed me as she sucked me down, almost making my knees buckle.

Then she hollowed her cheeks, and I swear I briefly saw stars, that felt so good.

I let her know this by growling words of encouragement and ordering her to do it again.

I had to restrain myself from pumping my hips and sinking myself deeper down her throat, but she knew what to do.

Her fingers digging into my thighs for purchase, she let me guide her head by her long braid up and down my length.

As much as she could take, and a little more each time.

The sounds were wet and obscene, and absolutely perfect.

When my orgasm was boiling up from my balls, tingling across my spine and my cock, I warned her, “Enough.” A bit of pulling on her pretty braid, and she popped off my dick with a sucking sound, her glistening lips red and full, slightly bruised.

“Take off your clothes, now!” I ordered, watching her scramble to obey with satisfaction. Her suit slid off her body in a quick motion and pooled at her feet. She eyed my glistening cock, took in my face, and smirked. “How do you want me, big boy?”

There was a small bench against one wall with tools scattered atop it.

I pointed and commanded, “Put your hands on the edge, bent over.” She raised her eyebrows in defiance and a little curiosity, licking her flushed lips as she contemplated whether to obey or not.

I snapped my teeth at her, growling low in my chest, fisting my cock in one hand and giving it a firm pump.

“You want this? You bend over,” I said, pointing at the bench.

She turned, swaying her hips full of sass as she took the two steps to the bench. Gripping the edge with her palms, she bent forward, spreading her legs and canting her hips so I had a perfect view of the wet, pink flesh between her thighs. I groaned. “Yes, just like that, baby.”

I ran my palm over the curve of her rump, up the bumps of her spine.

Leaning forward, I made sure she felt my chest pressed against her back and the hard ridge of my cock riding between her ass cheeks.

I nipped at the round, delicate shell of her ear.

“Good girl, stay just like that.” Then I lined us up, her sheath wet and welcoming as I sank inside her in one firm thrust.

Making love to this girl felt like coming home. I would never tire of it.

*

Camila

If sucking Thorin’s dick had been hot, turning me on like crazy, then his rough fucking was heaven.

The ridges that circled his base provided perfect stimulation against my sensitive flesh.

His piercings stroked that spot inside me with precision.

Now I better understood why he’d had those crossed bars done on either side of his cock—it worked like this or when we were facing each other. How very thoughtful of him.

My first orgasm came hard and fast, making me clench down on his cock until I felt so full, I could burst. The tight grip forced him to slow his pace, but he made up for that when he swirled one thumb over my back entrance, shocking those nerve endings with sensation. “Oh God, Thorin…” I heard myself moan.

When my muscles loosened up, he increased his pace, faster than before, shuttling in and out of me roughly.

One hand held my hip tightly in place while the other slipped around my body and brushed against my clit with expert precision.

He came before me, his mouth suddenly coming down on my shoulder and biting with just enough pressure to send a jolt through my body.

His hips stuttered, pressing in deep, his cock twitching as his come bathed my insides.

The combination of those sensations set me off for the second time, this orgasm crashing over me like a wave, breaking me apart.

For a brief moment, I felt like we were one being—like there was no beginning and no end between us.

I struggled to hold back the tears that gathered in my eyes from the intensity.