8
Mak, Shuttle 2, The Colony Moon
“Marz, you read?” Gwen sat next to me, in the co-pilot’s seat, her hands moving so quickly over the control panel they were nearly a blur. She was in her element. Fast. Deadly.
Beautiful. It was a wonder she’d been grounded, for she was an incredible asset to any mission. An amazing Coalition fighter, and a pilot, which I hadn’t known about. To think she had to bargain with the governor to be able to use her expertise was a shame.
Her scent lingered on my skin and it made my c**k grow hard. Again. I did not wish to bathe for days so I could hold on to that last connection to her once I left.
“We’re here,” Marz copied. “We’re on foot. Ten minutes to first coordinates.”
“Copy that. We’re heading out in five. Radio checks every ten.”
“Ten minutes. Mark
