She pushed up, getting on her hands and knees, her back brushing the top of the interior, and looked down. She hovered over his lap and couldn’t figure out how to twist with him gripping her.

“Ice, you need to let me go so I can turn around to face you.”

“I need to get out of here.”

“Damn it, Ice.” Frustration swelled inside her. “You’re a big, warrior cyborg. You were willing to take on Markus Models without batting an eyelash but now you’re being a baby about a little room issue?”

“I know it’s unreasonable,” he whispered. “It’s not logical. It’s…” He paused. “I’m not fighting. I want to hit something. I want to kick my way out. I am resisting the urge.

Just talk to me.”

Megan tilted her head, his lap drawing her attention, and her eyebrows rose. She couldn’t miss the thick, long bulge trapped under his leather pants in an upward angle toward his waist. She surmised his fear had his blood surging throughout his body. An idea struck her.

“I’m going to distract you, Ice. Okay? I’m going to relax you.”

“Talk to me.”

“Do you know what I called you before I knew your name?”

“What?”

“Tall, gray, and sexy.” She braced one hand, balancing her upper weight on it, and lifted the other, reaching for the fasteners of his pants. “I would lie in my bunk and fantasize about touching every inch of you. I wanted to know if you were as muscular as you looked on screen, run my fingernails down your back, and know what it would be like to have you inside me.”

“What are you doing?” He sounded only slightly calmer and less panicked.

She opened his pants, shoving at them with one hand, and freed enough of his c**k to gain access to most of it. The thick shaft was hard and sprang up as soon as she moved the leather out of the way.

“Megan? What―”

“Close your eyes for me. We’re on your bed on the Rally.”

She licked her lips and bent forward, her hand gripping his shaft. Ice hissed in surprise as Megan ran her tongue over the crown of his cock, licking him, and swirling a circle around the edge where crown met shaft.

“This isn’t going to work.” He softly groaned. “Your mouth is so hot.”

“We’re on your bed—imagine us there—and I’m going to do all kinds of wonderful things to you. Just relax and allow me to take care of you.” She licked him again. “Just focus on me, on this.”

Ice’s breathing changed and his h*ps lifted a little. One arm released her leg and his hand wiggled between them to his hip and he shoved his pants lower. Megan smiled when more of his c**k was freed and wrapped her mouth around Ice, sucking slowly on his aroused flesh.

“Megan.” He groaned her name softly. “That feels so good. It’s working.”

She moaned, knowing he would feel slight vibrations from it. He hardened even more as she slowly moved up and down on him, turning her head at different angles, and then rose up until just the tip of his c**k rested against her lower lip. She circled her tongue over it again.

His arm moved, releasing her other leg and his hands were suddenly shoving her shirt up her body so the bottom of it bunched on her lower back. His hands gripped her inner thighs and slid upward. He caressed her skin as she continued to slowly tease and taunt him. When his c**k hardened so tightly that she knew he was about to come, she stopped sucking on him. Megan released him with her mouth.

“Help me turn around.”

He hesitated and then his hold on her eased. “How? Why the hell did you lie opposite me?”

“I didn’t start out this way. I’ll explain it all to you later.” When we’re out of this mess, if we survive, she thought. “I have an idea. Spread your legs wide apart so they are against each side and then bend them up once I’m totally between your thighs.”

He shifted his legs, spreading them, and Megan crawled forward a little. She had more space this way and curled into a ball, shifting onto her side, and wiggled until she turned around. She smiled and looked up at Ice as she got back on her hands and knees and started to move up his body until she had her hands next to his waist. He was totally fixed on her now, his focus changed from fear to getting off. Her plan had worked. Horny, seriously turned-on males, be they human or cyborg, had that in common.

“Close your legs now.”

They shifted so her legs moved to the outside of his. She crawled up more, until she ended up face to face with him. She smiled and braced her weight on her bent knees and one hand then, reaching behind her, she gripped Ice’s cock. She wiggled back, holding him in place and got him into position. She slowly sank down on his cock, moaning at the wonderful feel of how wet she was for him and how her body accepted him. She released her hold on his shaft and settled on him until he was fully seated inside her snug pu**y.

“Perfect technique to alleviate my fear.” He still appeared a little pale but the fearful, panicked look was gone from his features. “Just keep me occupied. If anyone can do that, it is you.”

She chuckled. “I thought so. Now comes the best part.” She lifted up then slammed down hard and fast.

Pleasure shot through her entire body at the fast motion and the way his thick, hard shaft rubbed her in all the best places. Nerve endings shot signals directly to her brain and she moaned Ice’s name.

His hands gripped her h*ps and he lifted her easily before pulling her down on him fast. Megan threw her head back and lightly bumped the lid of the life capsule, reminding her that she needed to stay bent forward, no room to totally sit up on him in the confined space. She gripped the curve of his shoulders so she was stretched out above him.

“Slow,” she urged. “We have time.”

His eyes widened in a look of panic and Megan wanted to curse for reminding him with her thoughtless words that they were stuck out in dead space. She rolled her hips, her fingernails raked his skin, and she stared into his beautiful eyes. Distract him quickly, she ordered herself.

“I’ve been thinking.” She rolled her h*ps again, teasing him, and keeping the sexual tension high. “If we’re a family unit we should probably have a child at some point.”

Ice’s entire body tensed and he gripped her hips, locking her on top of him so she couldn’t move. His head lifted and he frowned. The fear melted out of his gaze to be replaced by something akin to shock.

“A child?”

She nodded. “Not right off but I’m no longer opposed. You want one, whether you are willing to admit it or not. I saw your pain and longing when you talked about the ones on Garden that you created. As long as you swear you’ll never leave me or divorce me, well, I’d be happy to have one with you. My biggest objection is because of my past.”

His mouth hung open and he didn’t say a word. Megan figured she’d stunned him speechless. He wasn’t thinking about where they were, that was for sure. She licked her lips and tried to move on him but he kept her in place with his big, strong hands that gripped her hips.

“It’s something for you to think about.”

“You want me to do that now?” His eyebrows shot up.

“Sure.”

“Megan.” He frowned, causing grooves to appear at his mouth. “My DNA is considered overused and I’m no longer valued on Garden.”

She slid down on him, going nose to nose with him until their breaths mingled. “I happen to think your DNA is priceless and a child with you would be the best gift ever when we’re ready to have one. I love you, Ice. I never want to be without you and I’d be honored to give you little Ice babies.”

“Babies?” His eyes widened. “Now you want more than one?”

She laughed at his expression and lowered her gaze to his mouth. “Kiss me. We can practice making them until we’re both ready to discuss this again. You can tell me how many since I know you’re a control freak.”

Beautiful silvery-blue eyes narrowed and he suddenly drove his h*ps up, forcing his c**k deeper inside her. “Was this mention of offspring just to keep me calm?”

A moan tore from her lips. She shook her head. “I mean it. I figured I have your full attention right now so it was a good time to bring it up.” Her mouth brushed his. “I ache for you. Will you make love to me slowly? I want to savor every second of having you inside me.”

“Slow next time. I need you,” he rasped, lifting her h*ps and slamming her back down onto him, thrusting every inch of his hard flesh inside her.

His strength turned her on as he lifted her and pulled her down, helping her ride him fast and hard. Pure rapture spread through her body with every movement, every up-and-down glide of her body on his, and their breathing turned choppy as they moved faster together, frantically trying to reach cl**ax. The pleasure increased with the speed until it became nearly unbearable for Megan. Her inner vaginal walls clenched, gripping him tighter, and then she screamed, coming hard.

Ice’s body arched under hers, his back leaving the padded floor, and he threw back his head as Megan’s muscles milked his cock, sending him over the edge with her as he roared her name.

“Warning,” the computer voice suddenly spoke. “Oxygen consumption over the safety limit. Life forms in danger.”

Ice jerked, his head lowering. “What is that? Who is that?”

Megan grinned, panting, and opened her mouth to explain about the onboard computer but she suddenly felt lightheaded. Her grin died as she realized what had happened. She saw Ice’s eyes widen with alarm and then she collapsed on his chest. His body turned limp under hers and his hands dropped away from her hips.

The computer had gassed them to knock them out, thinking they were unruly passengers who needed to be calmed. Megan tried to fight passing out but the chemicals worked fast. Blackness rushed at her as she lost consciousness.

Chapter Fourteen

“That should do it. Should we lift her off him?”

Those were the first words Megan heard as she started to come around. The drugs the computer had used to subdue her and Ice would leave them sluggish and a little out of it until they wore off. She remembered what had happened and tried to make sense of why she heard male voices instead of the automated, computer one. She had to be dreaming or imagining things. Her eyes opened and she stared at the padding on the side of the capsule.

The bright light made her want to groan. For some reason they’d been put on full bright, and she sprawled on top of Ice. Her cheek rested over his heart and her arms were stretched above her over his shoulders, her hands loosely curled next to his warm neck. Under her, Ice stirred, a soft groan coming from him, and inside her, his c**k twitched. They were still physically connected.

“Drugged,” he groaned.

“I know.” She rubbed her cheek against his warm chest. Her skin tingled, another side effect from the gas they’d been exposed to. “The computer probably thought we were freaking out and triggered the drugs to calm us down.”

His arm moved and Megan realized that Ice was wiping her hair away from his face. He blew out air and then turned his head. She lifted hers and stared down into his sleepy, sexy eyes. She smiled.

“Calmer now? How did I do, getting a handle on your fear? I’m hoping you have another panic attack. I could totally go another round.”

He smiled and then his gaze shifted from hers to something behind her. His smile died and she watched his beautiful gray skin pale until he nearly turned a milky white.

Whatever he saw alarmed her. Had something gone wrong when she’d hit her head on the lid? There were some control functions there. She jerked her head around to follow his stare.

The lid stood open and she wasn’t staring at a set of controls. She saw metal beams far above her and two cyborg males were standing over them, both smiling, and she knew one of them. Flint winked.