Glenn, Stormy and Hagen, Lynn - Pax's Blues [Lady Blue Crew 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Stormy Glenn Read Free Book Online

the man hit the back of his throat.
    “Fucking hell!” Colt groaned as his hips snapped forward.
    Pax moved his mouth up and down Colt’s cock, tightening his lips and stroking his tongue over the thickly veined sides. He felt Colt’s fingers clench in his hair as his body trembled.
    “Pax, gonna...”
    Pax groaned as elation filled him and sucked harder as Colt roared. Hot, salty liquid filled his mouth. Pax swallowed as much as he could then licked the rest away until Colt shuddered and pulled away.
    “Damn, little bird, that was—” Colt frowned when Pax started tucking him back into his pants. “What about you, little bird? What can I do for you?”
    Pax giggled as his face flushed. He stood to his feet and pressed his face into Colt’s chest. “Get me a napkin to clean up the mess in my pants?”
    Colt gaped for a moment. Then his deep, booming laughter filled the lift. Pax smiled, his embarrassment at coming in his pants sliding away under his mate’s joy. Pax glanced up into Colt’s handsome face. “So, about that napkin...”

    * * * *

    Crank walked into the weapons room and started taking inventory of their supplies. Remy had asked him to check and see if they were low on anything while they were on Lost Star Three so it could be replaced. From what he could immediately see, they needed charger cells for the phasers and were running low on RK05s.
    The Star wasn’t known for selling weapons. The place was more renowned for its medical advancements and healing powers, but there were a few places they could find what they needed—for the right price.
    Crank jotted down what they would need once they touched down on the planet. With the five-thousand-credit advancement, maybe they could get enough supplies to last them for more than just the next job.
    “I’m ready.” Livewire patted his front pocket. “Got my shopping list right here.”
    “I’m almost finished,” he said as moved away from Livewire, crossing the room to the other wall of weapon supplies. Crank had yet to figure out the mechanic, but he wasn’t in a rush to uncross the wires that must be Livewire’s brain. The guy was cool though, even if he was a little off most of the time.
    “You ever get a boner right before getting off on another planet?” Livewire asked as Crank continued to take stock.
    His lips curled up into a smile with the play on words, wondering if Livewire even realized what he had just said. “It’s thrilling. I like the rush.” Crank admitted.
    “Good. I thought I was a little off for feeling that way,” Livewire muttered as he walked back through the storage room and headed in the direction of engineering.
    Crank shook his head. The guy seriously needed to stay away from the fuel tanks. The fumes were eating his brain cells.
    He jogged up the stairwell, taking them three flights up to the command deck. He couldn’t wait until Livewire fixed the lift. He was in great shape, but taking the stairs all of the time wore a guy out.
    “I have the weapons list.” Crank held the vid-pad up in his hand as he entered the bridge. Remy nodded from his commander’s chair as Crank gave the list to Blade, who was in charge of finding the right seller to purchase the supplies.
    Crank glanced back when Blade gave a low whistle. “I’m aware you like to blow shit up, but two cases of explosives?”
    “One can never have enough weapons,” Crank said with a big smile.
    “I guess not,” Blade said as he spun his chair back around to his console.

    * * * *

    Pax had a death grip on Colt’s arm as the retractable ramp lowered. He really, really hated leaving the ship, but his mate had made the mineral springs sound so good that he wanted to visit them—as long as Colt’s libido didn’t multiply by ten.
    “You that excited, little bird?” Colt chuckled as he glanced down at Pax’s fingers trying to burrow their way under his skin with the tight hold Pax was applying. Pax blushed and loosened them