Sienna lay cuddled along Tolo’s length. The ship was blissfully quiet. Better yet, she knew Meelon and the others were getting some well-deserved rest as the Chelly Vack kept guard over them. The Gorma was as safe as a baby bird tucked beneath its mother’s wing.
Chelly Vack Gorma All the lights had been doused except for the few lights rimming the console on the other side of the cabin. The bubbles rolling through the mattress beneath them were slowing down and growing dimmer as the two of them simmered in the aftermath of their coupling.
“Do you think the plan will work?” she whispered, nuzzling the muscular shoulder beneath her head.
“If it does not, there is the captain’s backup plan. But your idea is solid. It should work,” he gruffly reassured her. Rolling onto his side to face her
