Free Rebellion (A Titan Romance Book 1) by Rowan Bishop

a start, however, she looked back to his eyes, knowing she was caught staring.
    Raemus grabbed some extra soap and, knowing that Akyra and her girls were carefully observing, slathered it against his chest, quickly applying it to the length of his cock, up and down several times, until it began swelling—just slightly. He wanted Akyra to see just how much he liked having her watch him .
    He knew it was a foolish, prideful act. But in the moment they shared as she unabashedly looked on, he couldn’t resist showing her what she obviously wanted to see.
    He noticed many of the local women and most of the Banshees were now watching Akyra, who hadn’t moved a muscle in several minutes. The energy between the two captains was undeniable to anyone in the shower room.
    Then, in a sobering instant, he felt foolish about the whole thing.
    I’m defiling a beautiful gift from these locals with my own thoughts of touching Akyra—and the way I want her to touch me.
    He quickly rinsed and took a towel, as those in his group had already done.
    He nodded to the attendant, turned and nodded to Akyra, who was now the only Banshee remaining against the back wall, alone in his vision.
    The Banshees and the Titans took their turns as groups of tired, grubby, and increasingly horny soldiers showered themselves clean—while entertaining thoughts that were unquestionably dirty.
    All the while, the local women clapped and sang their beautiful prayers of gratitude to The Almighty.
    It wasn’t long before Raemus felt regret for putting on his deliberate cock-show for Akyra. It wasn’t his style. It was simply dumb. He was captain of a Titan Class company, dammit. He didn’t thrive in theatrics, but… he couldn’t help the exhilaration of seeing Akyra watch him naked, obviously attracted to him.
    Soon, his regret turned to shame, for he knew his greater cause allowed no time for self-serving pursuits, no matter how sexy she’d looked, barely hiding behind a single, narrow towel though the rising steam.
    As he began to suit up in his battle armor, immaculately cleaned by the ladies of the house for a few coins, he stopped to watch some of the Banshees finish grooming each other. He stood in plain view, watching Polli, Emilia, Jexica, and Rayeley among others, sitting naked on stones, combing and braiding each other’s colorful hair, tying in feathers and bright cords of fabric, singing their own melodic prayers in beautiful harmony. They were strong women, bright faced despite two days of running from Zebra.
    And I’m distracted by the idea of Akyra’s pussy. What’s wrong with me?
    He recalled Akyra confiding in him privately on the first day of their exodus from Zebra, saying that if she didn’t succeed in finding the Bio-Teck cube—or at least destroying it so it doesn’t stay in the wrong hands—she’d be stuck in this planet, labelled a traitor for disobeying her superiors. That should have riddled her with anxiety. But it didn’t. She kept her head up. Her orders to her team were clear and objective every time.
    Perhaps there’s more to this woman than being a superb commander. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to fulfill her contract. There’s definitely more to this woman than I know.
    He found Akyra in a small alcove of the building, already dressed in full battle armor, hair up, headset on, fitting her gloves. Not knowing what else to say, he got right to business. “I can’t expect our little visit here to be much of a secret at this point.”
    She nodded, smiled wryly without looking at him. “Tough to keep a secret when two full-sized units descend on a safe house with no warning.”
    They faced each other but found it impossible to make eye contact.
    Raemus wanted to grab her to him, to feel her close. Even with the clunky armor. He’d never felt that before so strongly. “Let’s send two squads out and search the neighborhood. It’s time to start looking around.”
    “One of mine and one of