Free Taking Command by KyAnn Waters & Grad Stone Page B

reach the Rincon, find another way in.”
    “I don’t know when…or where we’ll be intercepted. But there is only one way into the Rincon. Do I make a run for it, possibly be intercepted on route?” His hands glided over the console, and his gaze searched the monitors. “Or have we already been detected?”
    “If we’d been detected, we’d already be captured or dead.” Neither unacceptable outcome appealed to her. Both meant she’d lose Tarik, and BioOne would again be under Tri’Neith control.
    “I’m not the only man they’re after. I could be leading Tri’Neith destroyers through the Rincon. The government would be able to destroy the rebellion. BioOne is our best weapon. Not only would they have her back, but they would destroy all opposition in the region and beyond.”
    She carefully approached. Although Tarik made sense, she didn’t regret her decision to contact Darcolm. When she told him they were going to the Rincon, panic had filled his voice. He’d wanted her to stall, to keep Tarik from taking BioOne from the ship graveyard. Since she hadn’t told him their location, she assumed BioOne had relayed the coordinates. However, in the time spent with Tarik, she knew she couldn’t alter his course. Darcolm had understood and made it clear he’d do what he could without jeopardizing her or the ship. “What are our options?”
    “We’re out of options.”
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    And his luck had run out. He should’ve known nothing good could come into his life. Fate had been fucking with him as far back as he could remember. He wanted to be angry with Shon…and he was. But he had to acknowledge that he’d brought this on himself. Within moments of meeting her, her finger on the trigger of his pulse gun, she had shown him she was trouble. The body suit said she was the type of trouble he couldn’t resist, which was even worse. And now look at where his lust had taken him.
    For the moment, he had BioOne. Although falling apart, he had a plan. And he had Shon and the memories of the sinking his cock into her fiery heat. He was losing control of all three.
    Throughout the planning, Morry had said there were too many risks trying to take BioOne from the spaceport. Never had he considered the biggest threat would be a sexy brunette with luscious pouty lips. Tarik had risked his life for BioOne and would again when needed. But he’d also risked Shon’s. Now, like him, she was in survival mode. Together they were reckless, which is why, regardless how much he liked her and wanted between her thighs again, he needed to put distance between them. Morry would get her back to civilization, and then he’d put a galaxy between them.
    Deep in his gut, he knew something was wrong. Darcolm, the Tri’Neith, the very smallest and essential details of the plan were compromised.
    “BioOne, disengage the cloak. Camouflage protocol. A Kartonian transport.” The scourge of Karto specialized in human cargo. Slave traders, specifically sex slaves.
    His gaze shifted to Shon. Dressed in 32D’s harem outfit, she already looked the part. Nipples, pert and rosy, prodded against the thin material. The shadow at the juncture of her thighs hinted at her secrets, secrets he was intimately aware of, secrets he wanted for himself.
    He snapped his attention back to BioOne. Wanting wasn’t a luxury he would ever have again. BioOne had to be his only focus. “Change my life signature to a Kartonian.” If they were scanned, or worse overtaken by Tri’Neith, he would appear to be a trader, Shon his cargo.
    “What happens if you’re right?” Shon slipped into the captain’s chair.
    “It means you were wrong and your contact fucked us both.” He couldn’t look at her, knowing his cutting words would hurt. Better to sever any false ideas she might have if they were to make it out of this alive.
    She stood and approached him, resting her hand on his arm. “Even if I’m wrong, I believe in BioOne. She’ll protect you the same way you