Free Star Crossed by Trista Ann Michaels

becoming more frantic.
    “Come for me, baby.” He applied stronger pressure to her clit, massaged it in tiny circles, honing in on the one spot he knew would send over the edge. She gasped and threw her head back. Her breasts thrust forward and he licked at one engorged nipple, reveling in the shudder that passed through her. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze my cock with your pussy.”
    She screamed as her release slammed through her and Stefan grit his teeth, trying to hold his at bay. Her walls pulsed around him, milking his climax from him, and he lost it, spilling his seed deep inside her. She collapsed against him and he held her tight.
    “Oh, God. What the hell did we just do?” she sighed.
    “Something we should have done a year ago.”
    Suddenly the warning bell on the panel went off and she jumped, her eyes widening in surprise. They both stared at the computer screen on the dash. The shrill beep had stopped but the warning light still flashed. The sound of their harsh breaths echoed through the quiet of the cockpit.
    “What the hell?” Stefan scowled.
    “What is it?” she asked, trying to fix her clothes and pull herself together. She couldn’t believe she’d let it get that far.
    Stefan put his hands at her waist and settled her back into her seat. “Put on the harness.”
    With shaky hands, she snapped the harness together and then frowned at him. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

    “We’ve got company,” he said as he fastened his pants back and scanned the controls.
    “Is that bad?”
    Suddenly the ship shook and sparks flew from the side console, making Krista squeal in surprise.
    “It’s bad.”
    Krista scowled at him. “Care to explain why?”
    “Not at the moment.”
    The ship lifted from where they’d parked and Stefan began to make his way through the multitude of rocks surrounding the planet. Once again the ship was hit with fire, causing it to shake uncontrollably.
    “Stefan, what’s going on?”
    He kept his eyes straight ahead. “I’ll explain later. Right now I’ve got to get us out of this. Computer, engage cloak.”
    The computer’s voice loomed through the small ship. “Cloak inactive, shields at forty-five percent.”
    “Damn it.” Stefan spun the ship and missed colliding with a rock by what seemed like inches, only to be hit by yet another blast. The ship lurched, and Krista grabbed hold of the dash in front of her. Even with the harness on she felt as though she was being thrown from her chair.
    “Can’t you fire back at him?” she asked.
    “This ship isn’t equipped with weapons,” he snapped.
    She kept her mouth shut as Stefan flew clear of the rings’ debris and headed out into open space, the ship attacking them directly on their heels. Her heart raced as they dodged one blast after another. The knuckles of her fingers began to ache from gripping the arm of the seat. She tried her best to remain silent, at least until she noticed Stefan hit a button to open the transport gate. “What are you doing?”

    “We can’t outrun him, so we’re going to have to hide from him.”
    “We’re going through the gate?”
    “I can enter the gate and then close it. He’ll have no way of knowing where we went.”
    “But what if he enters with us?” she asked, panic quickly rising in her chest.
    “He can’t, not unless I program it that way.”
    She swallowed her nervousness as the gate opened with a flash of blue light and they entered into the dark, dead silence of the wormhole. Turning toward Stefan, she scowled. “Want to explain to me what that was all about?” He sighed, his brow drawn together in thought.
    “Well?” she snapped.
    “There’s an assassin after me.”
    Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him in disbelief. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
    “No, afraid not.”
    “You took me up in space knowing there was someone out there trying to kill you?” Her hands fisted against the desire to wring his neck. He should