At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) (10 page)

“I don’t know.” She studied him from head to toe. Tension radiated off of him in waves. His body shook with restrained energy.

She couldn't make him want her beyond sex, and she sure as hell couldn't make him fall in love with her. He wanted his way, and she knew from experience that he always got what he wanted. Could she truly give him her body and keep her heart safe? Could she truly trust that if she went back to work for him, he wouldn't use the disc to get her back into bed?

“I won’t leave without you,” he said, his voice hard and unyielding. “I refuse to be without you.”

She sighed. He was a stubborn jackass of a man. “Well, we’re at an impasse, aren’t we? You can be stubborn all you want, but you've given me no reason to trust you.”

His face became hardened like granite. Determination filled the blue depths of his eyes. “Darling, please. Don’t make me use the disc.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “If you do that, you’re not the man I…came to respect.” Her heart broke all over again. She yanked her hands from his hold. She couldn't trust him.

Drogan sighed heavily. “What can I do to make you stay? I want you with me.”

“As your assistant and fuck buddy?” she pressed, knowing the answer already.

“More than that.” He reached out to try and take her hands again, but she moved away, far enough that she almost fell off the edge of the bed.

“As what then?” she asked, feeling that she already knew the answer. He'd said lover before, but what did that word even mean to a man like him?

“You were more to me than an assistant when you were on the ship. You were my friend and confidante, and now you’re my lover. Doesn’t that mean anything? Come with me.” He held out his hand to her.

Her eyes blurred with tears, and as much as she wanted to say yes, she knew she wouldn’t be able to honestly accept his offer, not when he could use the disc against her like he'd tried to before.

“No, it’s not enough. I refuse to be looked at as just your casual fuck. I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I worked hard to earn my reputation. I wouldn’t sacrifice that for you or anyone else. The price is too damn high. This conversation is pointless. You've already proven I can't trust you or your discretion.”

It was painful to say those words. Her heart ached as they left her tongue, but she had to say them, had to show him that in her eyes, he wasn't worth her trust.

Drogan let out a groan, and then looked at her. Tears shone in his eyes, along with a raw emotion that Rena didn't recognize. It stole her breath away.

“You stubborn, beautiful, exasperating woman. Why do I love you?” he asked her. Drogan rolled onto all fours and crawled toward her, stopping only a foot away from her.

All she could do was stare at him. “You what?”

Drogan grinned. “I love you. Yes, I said it. I’ve always loved you. Why the bloody hell do you think I went to all the trouble of suspending you? I needed you to get your head together, needed you to figure out what you wanted. Desiring me was fucking with your ability to do your job. Did you want me or did you want your job? I had to know your priorities.”

“By suspending me you took that decision away from me!”

“Okay, it was for my benefit as well. I knew we needed to get all this lust out of our systems, and we couldn’t do that while you were my assistant. Neither one of us could have functioned like that for much longer, that's for damn sure.

Rena was boiling with fury. “You let the crew think—”

“Rena, everybody on the crew knows I love you.”

She stopped moving long enough to stare at him. “What?”

“Why else would I suspend my best assistant? Because she was distracted? No one believed that for a second. Nobody would have thought that was fair. We got drunk on the way back from the Green sector and I told them all I loved you.” He grinned at her. “Don’t worry. I didn’t breathe a word about the disc.”

“You let me think…You son of a bitch.” Her arms went flailing for him.

“I love you, my beautiful. I love you and I have no intention of letting you go. I'll kidnap you first.” He winked at her, and for a second the tattoo beneath his ear was visible. “Oh, and by the way, that disc on the table is blank. I destroyed the original. It pained me to do it, but I wasn't going to risk your reputation or anyone disrespecting you.”

“Tough. I can't go back to that job. Not after what you've done. You may have fooled me, you may have made me jump through hoops for sex, but you’re not going to make me come back and work for you.”

“Stubborn woman. Fine. The General of the spaceport has a job opening, but it will require you to travel with me anyway.” A mischievous spark lit his eyes.

She stared at him. “What?”

“Dr. Cassandra Germaine is coming aboard the
Hades’ Helmet
. We are to escort her to the Ward Planets for her research there. She needs an assistant to help her put together data and such.” His gaze never left her face.

Damn him. He knew her too well. “And you can get me this job?”

“No,” he said. “I can give you a glowing reference, but you’ll have to prove to the general and the doctor that you can do the work.”

She shook her head in exasperation. Had he planned this too? A way for her to be with him but outside of his chain of command? A way for her to stay on the
Hades’ Helmet
on her own terms?

“Now, my darling one, tell me you love me,” he demanded, the serious look back on his face.

“How do you know I love you?” She didn't want to just give him the words. Rena wanted to make him work for them a bit.

“Because I just do. I know you, my darling. I knew you'd come for the disc after stewing for so long, and I knew you'd be angry with me. Now say it or I’ll spank this luscious ass of yours and then fuck you again.” To prove his point, he gave her left butt cheek a sound smack that spread heat through her pussy.

“Such a threat,” she said, laughing. “But just because you say
you
love me…”

He rolled them over and let go of her hands. Brushing her hair back he looked down at her, tenderness in his eyes.

“I do love you, you know. I can’t let you go. I hate to beg, but I need to know that you love me too. Please tell me, sweetling. I will earn your trust back, but can I have your love?” His eyes were pleading.

She smiled at him and reached up to tuck a few braids behind his ears.

“I love you, Drogan, Captain, sir,” she said, giggling. “And yes, I'll let you earn my trust back.”

He let out a whoop of joy before he grew serious once more. “You ruined it. I have to punish you now.”

He rolled them over, until she was on top of him. He slid his hand down to her hip, took hold, and pulled her up. He let go and smacked her ass once, hard.

“Naughty vixen, you deserved that,” he teased.

She laughed and he rolled them over again until he was on top. He brought his lips down for a bruising kiss.

“Now say it right,” he ordered gruffly.

She stopped giggling and looked at him, allowing him to see into her heart and soul what she'd hidden from him all these years. “I love you, Captain Drogan Carter. I love you.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.” He sighed. “Now we must get cleaned up. You have a job interview, and I have our room on the ship to inspect…”

She held up a hand, stopping him. “Whoa,
our
room?”

He just smiled at her.

Rena shook her head. “You sneaky bastard.”

He slid out of bed and rushed toward a door. Rena scrambled after him, catching up to him in a large bathroom.

“Come on, my beautiful. Let’s get cleaned up. You can punish me later.” He gave her a lascivious grin before he dragged her into the shower.

“Yes, Captain, sir,” she answered, feeling better by the moment.

* * *

After showering, Drogan got Rena a new shirt and underwear. He then arranged a meeting for her with Dr. Germaine and the general of the spaceport. The meeting took over an hour. Drogan waited in the hallway for her to bring him news of whether or not she had got the job. It had been easy to convince the General to place her as Dr. Germaine’s assistant, but that didn't mean the good doctor wanted her in that position. Drogan paced outside the office, his mind turning over all the possible scenarios. He had planned for almost everything, but if she didn’t get the job…

When she finally came out, beaming, he knew she’d been successful. Pride swelled in his chest. He didn’t know why he’d been worried. Rena could do anything she set her mind to. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her up, holding her tight.

That night he escorted her back to the ship, bypassing the celebrations of her return to show her his newly modified quarters. He had taken over the room next door and had racks and shelves installed. On one rack was an assortment of floggers and paddles. On another shelf were various sex toys. He was determined to make up for lost time.

* * *

Rena stared at the walls in wonder, moisture soaking her panties as her pussy lips began to tingle. Her clit throbbed, aching to be touched. Her nipples became stiff peaks begging for his mouth on them.

Drogan wrapped his arms around her waist, grinding his erection against her ass. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. “Shall we test things out now, my love?” he whispered.

He left her for a moment. The lights dimmed as a bed rose from the floor. He returned to her and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her ass flush against his groin.

“I have yet to play out every scenario on that disc. I want to try fantasy number six, where you’re bound to the wall and your legs are wrapped around my waist while I fuck you,” he murmured, voice rough and husky.

His lips caressed the side of her neck. His hands came up to hold her breasts, squeezing the globes gently before seeking her nipples and tugging the hardened nubs. She took a step away from him, undressed quickly, walked to the bed, and climbed on. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Actually, I was just hoping you’d take me from behind. We can do anything else you want later.” Rena didn't want to deny herself now that she had him. Over time she knew the breach of trust between them would be bridged. It helped that he'd understood her need for a new job and had destroyed the disc. Those were good starts.

He practically ripped his clothes off in haste. Drogan grabbed a silver packet off a nearby shelf and ripped it open. He sheathed his cock and climbed up on the mattress, then took hold of her hips and positioned himself at her entrance.

With one thrust he was inside her. He let out a groan, pulling back out and entering her slowly once again. She clenched her walls around him, trying to draw him deeper into herself. He reached up and took hold of her hair and pulled her head back. Drogan withdrew with care, allowing her to feel every inch of his cock as it rubbed against her sensitive vaginal walls. He slammed back into her tight sheath, harder this time. She met his thrusts with her own. He let go of her hair, slid his fingertips along her spine and over her ass before passing his hand around to her stomach. Drogan moved his palm down to her mound. He slipped his fingers between the thickened lips of her pussy and zeroed in on her clit.

He circled the engorged bud softly, tapped it lightly.

Rena cried out. “I’m so close.”

Her vaginal walls fluttered and clamped down around him. He pressed down on the nub and she cried out his name. He continued to fuck her until he found his release, crying out her name as he came.

When they were done, he leaned over her body and placed kisses along her shoulders and up to the nape of her neck.

“I love you,” he whispered against her ear.

“I love you too,” she murmured back.

He pulled out of her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and took her down with him as he fell to the bed. She curved her body against his and sighed. He kissed her head and held her close.

There was nothing more she could ask for. She was back on the ship, Drogan loved her and shared in her sexual desires, and she had a new job, a new future.

Losing that disc had been worth it.

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