A Star Pilot's Hero (All the Stars in the Sky Book 2)

by Eva Delaney

  “Stop trying to sound like Orion or Antares with pick-up lines. Talk to me like Polaris. Talk to me from your heart, like you did in the Firebrand’s cockpit and like you did after we lost Winters. You know how.”

  He took a shaky breath, and then another.

  His hand grabbed my hair at the back of my head and pulled me toward him. Our lips crashed, and I opened my mouth to let him in. His kiss was all-consuming, rough, and controlling, taking my mouth, my tongue, and not letting me move away even if I had wanted to.

  He kissed me as though he owned me and he was going to make sure I knew it.

  I moaned against him.

  Polaris yanked gently on my hair to pull me from his lips.

  “Cal?”

  “Yeah, Po?”

  “Are you a shooting star? Because you make my wishes come true.”

  I laughed. “That’s a line.”

  “Yeah, but it’s a true one. After Asherah, I believed no woman would ever want me. You’re beautiful and strong and you have those manly guys like Orion, but you’re here. With me. The shy nerd.”

  “I like shy nerds,” I said.

  Polaris smiled against my mouth. “I thought I could never be a hero, but you showed me it was possible even if I fuck it up on the way. So, Cal, are you a shooting star?”

  “Yeah, Po, because I make your dreams come true,” I said, teasing. “Now, let’s make another wish come true. Strip off your clothes.”

  Chapter 47

  I slipped my hands under Po’s shirt, running my fingers along his abs and pecs. He shivered under my touch.

  “I want to see you,” Polaris said.

  I trembled and grinned. “Not so shy now, huh?”

  He ducked his head and smiled with dimples.

  I chuckled, stroking his cheek. “I’ll trade you. My dress for your shirt.”

  He looked at me under his eyelashes and nodded.

  I stepped back and unzipped my rumpled and stained Rigel dress. I pushed it down over my black leggings.

  “Take off your bra,” Po whispered.

  I snorted at his eagerness and unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor.

  Polaris’s gaze trailed over my body, resting on my breasts, his eyes going wide. My nipples hardened just from that hot, hungry look on his face.

  “Your turn,” I said.

  He smiled, almost mischievously, which was a first for Po. He yanked his shirt over his head. I had already seen his bare chest, but I still enjoyed the sight. Despite all the time he spent at computers, Po was lean and muscled.

  He sported a fuzz of chest hair over his torso. It was just enough to feel a gentle brush of hair, but not enough to hide the lines of his muscles.

  “Cal? Your turn again.”

  I winked and pulled off my boots and leggings. I remembered that I hadn’t shaved, but Polaris didn’t seem to care.

  He licked his lips as he eyed me. “Panties off,” he said with a quirk of the mouth.

  I laughed. “Curious man.” I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my black panties, yanking them down and stepping out of them.

  My skin flushed as Polaris’s gaze trailed over me, and his eyes took on a determined look. The front of his pants tented as his cock became hard from looking at me.

  “Turn around,” he said, voice husky and low.

  I gasped at the order but did as he asked, turning and watching over my shoulder as his gaze took in my ass, my legs, my back.

  “Po,” I said.

  His stare remained on my ass as he undid his belt. I turned to get a better view. He pulled down the black pants to reveal blue briefs dotted with yellow stars. They fit tight, hugging him so close I could see the entire outline of his hard cock.

  “Space underwear,” I said.

  He blushed and ducked his head. “It glows in the dark,” he said and reached over to flick off the lights.

  He wasn’t kidding. The little yellow stars glowed on his crotch. He turned to show me them glowing on his fine, round ass too.

  “You’re such a nerd. I love it,” I said, laughing.

  Po chuckled shyly and flicked back on the light before pulling his underwear off.

  My breath caught in my throat. His thick cock reached toward me with its dark tip already wet.

  “What?” he said, sounding worried.

  “You’re hot,” I said and stepped toward him, wrapping my arms around his waist to grab his ass in both hands.

  Polaris kept his glasses on—he liked to watch, after all—and kissed me, gently, sweetly. He planted small, almost chaste kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

  It was so different from our last kisses when he had grabbed my hair and filled my mouth and sucked my lips. This was careful, shy.

  It was like Polaris, but also not.

  “Po,” I said. “You’re holding back.”

  He hesitated; his breath hot on the thin skin of my neck. That alone was almost enough to make me moan.

  “What do you mean?” he said.

  “It’s like the lines.” I took his face in both my hands and lifted it so our eyes met. “Let go of worry. Follow your heart and….” I glanced down. His erect cock twitched under my gaze, and I smiled. “Show me what you want.”

  He sucked in his breath. “You’re…umm…sure?”

  I reached down and grabbed his throbbing erection. He moaned.

  “What does this want? What do you want to do with me? You kissed me earlier as though you owned me. Do that.”

  Polaris’s blue-black eyes glinted like a star rising in the twilight sky. All of a sudden, his hands, smooth and warm unlike Orion’s rough ones, gripped my wrists and lifted. His hands squeezed my arms as he pinned them to the wall above my head.

  His mouth claimed mine, his body pressed me to the wall, and his cock slid between my thighs and rubbed along my slit.

  I moaned into his mouth. I squirmed, rubbing my clit along his shaft. Polaris growled deep in his throat.

  My pussy throbbed against his cock. I thought I would come just from squirming against him as he pinned me to the wall and kissed me.

  That hot, determined look in his eyes was paying off.

  When I thought I would come, Polaris yanked away, taking his hands, his mouth, his cock.

  I growled in protest. He looked me over, his hot gaze trailing over my body like he was planning everything he meant to do to me. I quivered under his stare.

  I stepped toward him, needing him, craving him, weak for him.

  Polaris grabbed my waist in both hands and spun me around so I was facing the bed and he was behind me. His palm pressed between my shoulder blades, forcing me to bend over.

  I braced myself on my forearms, sticking my ass and pussy up in the air.

  Polaris slipped his knee between my thighs and pushed my legs apart. I was spread wide, waiting and dripping for him. I moaned, then bit my lip to stop myself from begging for release.

  He took his damn time, fucking Po. He trailed his fingertips over the curve of my ass and along the inside of my thighs, close to my throbbing pussy.

  He groaned. “Mmm, you look so good like that, Cal. You’re so wet, I can see it dripping down your thighs.”

  Helpless under his gaze and touch, I writhed, hoping that the sight would finally draw him in, finally make him fuck me hard.

  “You tease,” I chastened him.

  “You like it,” he said, and damn him, he was right. I whimpered in response, unable to hide how much I liked him taking control.

  Fuck, I had never been with a man who controlled me before. I never thought I would enjoy it.

  Maybe it only worked because outside of the bedroom, Po was sweet and followed my orders. So, here, I could let go and follow his.

  Polaris leaned over me, his cock pressed against the crack of my ass, his chest hard against my back. He nestled his face into my neck, kissing and biting. His hands found my tits, rubbing my hard nipples until I groaned.

  “This time, you’re going t
o be the flustered one,” Polaris said in my ear. I bit my lip.

  My pussy throbbed to have him inside me, for his fingers to rub my clit, for any kind of release.

  But he didn’t give it to me, not yet. His cock pressed against my ass and his fingers worked my sensitive nipples. Every time he rubbed them, my clit throbbed.

  But it wasn’t enough to give me relief. It was just enough to make me shake and moan, and, damn it, beg.

  “Fuck me, Po, give me your cock.”

  “Say please,” he said.

  Damn it, he was like a different person here, a person only I knew about. It made my heart flutter and warmth spread through my chest.

  “Please, Po,” I said. “Fuck me.”

  His hands moved down from my breasts to my waist and hips. He stood, his warm, hard body pulling away from me, and I whimpered in protest.

  The head of his cock pressed against my opening.

  “Please,” I moaned.

  He slid into me, hard. I gasped, and my pussy clenched around him as he filled me. He groaned low and long.

  One of his hands trailed up my spine and tangled in my hair. He yanked so I was forced to arch my back, so I couldn’t move away from him at all.

  “Is that okay?” he gasped.

  “Fuck, yeah,” I said.

  “Good.” He sounded relieved.

  One hand pulling my hair, the other on my hip, Po thrust, emptying and filling me over and over. Fuck, he had the perfect rhythm that made me quiver and scream.

  I couldn’t move while he rode me hard and called my name. And I loved it. He fucked like he owned my pussy, like he would wring every drop of pleasure that my body was able to give him.

  It made me throb and drip. I squirmed, just to feel how he held me helpless as he rode me.

  Something snapped inside me and words started pouring out. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

  I lost track of what I was saying. I didn’t know if I shouted secrets or embarrassing shit. I couldn’t stop it. I could just feel him holding me in place while his cock stroked my G-spot and throbbed inside me.

  I gasped as his hand moved from my hip to my slit. I cried out as he rubbed my clit in time to his thrusts. The waves of my orgasm washed over me—my body quivered, my pussy clenched and throbbed around Po, my skin tingled, and everything in the world became nothing but his cock, his fingers, and his voice shouting, “Cal.”

  My orgasm went on and on and on until I thought it would never end.

  With one last thrust, he came deep inside me, filling me with hot cum. My inside walls rippled around him one last time and finally stilled.

  Po let go of my hair, and I dropped my head onto my forearms, breathing heavily. He bent over me, arms around my waist, and slowly, carefully, shifted us so we lay on our sides on the bed. He was wrapped around me and his cock still hot inside me.

  “Was…was that good?” he said.

  I laughed. After all that, he was back to stammering and acting flustered. I reached a hand back to stroke his cheek. “That was perfect. Hey, Po?”

  “Yeah, Cal?”

  “You and me are tighter than an ionic bond,” I said.

  Polaris laughed against the back of my neck, a rich deep sound. “Hey, Cal?”

  “Yeah.”

  “This is a love entropy can never touch.”

  Chapter 48

  I reveled in that space between awake and asleep. I remained vaguely aware of the waking world while dreams started to rise up to meet me. I felt Polaris’s arm around my waist, his palm resting against my stomach. His warmth pressed against my back, his breath stirring my hair.

  Yet sleep lay lightly over me like a thin blanket. In it, I heard my sister, Celene. “Love heals a heart, and only love.”

  “I hope you’re right,” I said to her.

  “I am always right,” Celene said. I couldn’t see her, but her voice was clear.

  “If you are, then being with Polaris will help me love both him and Orion better. Maybe that’s why I failed before. My heart was so injured that the love of one man wasn’t enough. But maybe two of them together…”

  “Or more,” she said.

  I awoke with a start. Though Po must have felt it, he didn’t say anything.

  I appreciated that. He understood the importance of quiet, of leaving someone to their thoughts.

  Orion would have asked what I was thinking. But I wasn’t ready to tell anyone about my sister or my imagined conversations with her. With Po, I could remember and think and keep it all to myself with his steady presence to ground me. He combined the comforting silence of the Firebrand with the comforting warmth of a steady human presence.

  “Cal?” Polaris said after a long time.

  “Yeah, Po?”

  I expected one of his lines. Instead, he said something that took me by surprise.

  “Why do you like me? I mean, you have Orion already….”

  “For a thousand reasons and more, from your dimples to your genius to your quiet presence. As for Orion….”

  “I’d never ask you to choose,” Po added quickly. “I know he’s your past and your heart.”

  “Orion and I have always been in competition with each other from the first time we met in a training simulator.” I smiled at the memory.

  “From training to trying to sacrifice ourselves on Vinera, we clash. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. But sometimes, it’s nice to not compete, to be messy and imperfect and to have quiet time. And the chance to not think or order anyone around.” I actually blushed when I remembered how Polaris had fucked me.

  Polaris nodded against the back of my neck. “But Cal? You’ll still tease me, right?”

  I laughed. “As long as you still get flustered.”

  He chuckled. “I can’t help it, even though I can do…you know…all this.”

  I squeezed his hand on my stomach.

  “You said I should drop the lines because I was trying to be like Orion or Antares. I wasn’t. I was trying to be like you.”

  I rubbed my hand along his forearm, feeling his skin goosebump under my touch.

  “I thought that was how you showed you cared,” he said.

  “I guess in a way it was, though I only liked you as a friend until recently.”

  “When did you start to love me? If…if you still do.”

  “I do,” I said.

  He sighed in relief. “I love you too.”

  “I don’t think there was a moment,” I said. “It came so gradually that I didn’t notice for a long time.”

  Only love could grow a heart like sunshine grows a flower. Maybe with two suns—my fiery wild one and my steady calm one—my heart would finally bloom. Maybe I’d learn to love without reservation.

  A banging on the bedroom door startled me from my warm comfort. I sat bolt upright.

  “Cali,” Orion shouted. “You have to hear this.”

  “Shit. Coming!” I yelled.

  I jumped from the bed, pulling on my stupid Rigel dress. I paused to search the dresser for perfume or something so I wouldn’t walk into the cockpit smelling like pussy. Thankfully, there was a fruity body spray.

  I raced into the cockpit with Polaris on my heels. Everyone was already there, including Ursa and Major who looked woozy and miserable from the stun shots. Everyone except for Rux.

  Orion stood at the ship’s nav computer among the tangle of wires and servers Polaris had rigged up. “Listen to this,” he said, flicking a switch.

  “This is Winters with urgent intel for Ronto,” said a refined woman’s voice. Her accent was just like Castor’s, but her voice hovered on the edge of panic.

  I didn’t recognize the codename, but he must be Uprising. Winters wouldn’t send key info to someone in the Supremacy, and her intel must have been important if she risked using the Supremacy’s ansible network to send it.

  “I have uncovered the location of the Supremacy heir Pollux Rigel and the western fleet.”

  Something clattered behind
me, and I glanced back to see Antares’s mouth fall open in surprise. A coffee mug spilled brown liquid on his boots.

  I had never seen him fazed by anything before.

  A man’s voice responded. “Agent Winters, remain at your post on Torapo until further orders.”

  Winters was silent for a long moment. In that silence, my heart raced and my mind baffled, the same as hers must have.

  Ronto revealed her location on a message that went through the Supremacy’s hub.

  She trusted whoever he was, and he outed her to her enemies.

  Someone in The Uprising betrayed our top spy.

  That was why she went on the run.

  “General—” Winters said.

  “You’re useful to us where you are. Remain on Torapo until further notice. We’ll send someone to extract you.”

  Orion turned off the recording.

  “We weren’t sent to extract her from Torapo,” I said.

  “No one was,” Orion said. “Our top spy isn’t just running from the Supremacy. She’s running from us, too. One of our generals betrayed her.”

  “If she knows about us, she might think we’re working for whoever betrayed her. Or maybe we are, without realizing it.” I ran a hand over my face, then turned to Antares. “Who’s Pollux? I thought Castor was the only heir to the throne.”

  Antares’s mouth worked as though he was trying to answer, and then he fainted.

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