Free Daggertail by Kaitlin Maitland Page A

prodded.
    “Dame Heidi's. It's a women's clothing outlet on the border between the red-light district and the shopping district.”
    “There's a shopping district on Janus 5?”
    She rolled her eyes. “How do you think the rich guys keep their wives busy while they sample the goods in the red-light district?”
    “Guess I'd never considered it.”
    “I'm glad.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I really don't want to get into it with some bitchy wife.”
    He glanced over at her, his expression indiscernible. “You'd cause a scene with my wife?”
    “Only if she tried to keep me from fucking that wonderful cock of yours.”
    He chuckled.
    The crackling voice of the Janus 5 control tower filled the cabin. “Approaching craft, please identify yourself.”
    “This is the Daggertail , registration number Alpha Charlie four niner niner seven two from Hyperion 4 on approach. Request permission to land.”
    There was a brief pause. Tavish wondered if control knew the Daggertail for a bondsman's vehicle. Her pulse quickened. She couldn't help but think there might be a possibility that he would have to declare her as a passenger.
    “ Daggertail , you are cleared for landing in the Bravo sector.”
    He flicked a switch on the board and then tapped his comm link. “Xavier to Warrick, we've been cleared to land, over.” He waited until the comm gave two short blips to signal Warrick's acknowledgment.
    Tavish picked at the bar code stamped behind her ear. Would Louie somehow be notified of her reentry? Would security send her back to him?
    A large, warm hand settled on her leg where it bounced against the copilot's chair. A soft expression melted some of the ice in his blue eyes. “They'll have to kill me to get to you, and that isn't an easy job.”
    Something warm, fuzzy, and foreign took up residence in her heart.
    “Do you know how to get to Dame Heidi's from this dock?”
    She watched the blazing neon lights surrounding the dock as he eased the Daggertail to the waiting tarmac. Robotic arms extended, jarring the hull as they clamped into place. It seemed to Tavish as if the planet intended to reel them in.
    “Tavish?” Xave's voice softened. “Look at me.”
    She swallowed, her breath coming in shallow pants. Why was she so nervous? Hadn't he just said he wouldn't send her back?
    Xave forced her chin up with his thumb. His dark hair was tousled from the hours of sexual fulfillment they'd enjoyed on the trip. Powerless to resist the urge, she reached out and tucked an errant strand behind one of his ears. Her fingers brushed the rough stubble on his cheek, caressed the strength of his jaw, and traced the soft line of his lower lip.
    He grinned. “Look at yourself, Tav. Despite the fact that you are in possession of the sweetest pussy this side of the Lexicon system, you look nothing like a working girl. Nobody will know that you're not just another bondsman sent to help me pick up Mendez.”
    His words brought a smile to her face. In the nondescript black pants and baggy green shirt with her comfy boots, she looked about as fuckable as a service droid.
    He stood and reached for his gear. Settling the pack over his broad shoulders, he adjusted the folds of his duster and prepared to lower the ramp.
    “What's in that thing, anyway?” she asked.
    “A little bit of everything.”
    “You got any food?”
    He leveled a devastating grin at her. “I thought you already ate.”
    She blushed. The pleasant taste of his cum still lingered in her mouth. “I mean the kind of nourishment that will keep me physically alive.”
    “I carry some field rations, but I don't think you'd like them.”
    Tavish sighed. “Guess I'll have to wait for Heidi's, then. She's always looking for an excuse to show off her latest food-processing unit.”
    The air lock hissed as the ramp lowered. Taking a deep breath, she followed him down to the tarmac. He paused at the bottom, letting her take the lead. Glancing around, she chose a narrow alley that