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

by Stormy Glenn, Lynn Hagen

  Colt hadn’t a clue what Pax was talking about and wasn’t about to stop his mate to ask. His hands skated up Pax’s side and then up Pax’s arms as he reveled in the softness of the man’s blue skin. His fingers circled around Pax’s wrists, holding on as Pax writhed on top of him.

  Colt’s head fell back, his mouth opening to take in ragged and desperate breaths as Pax began to kiss around his jaw and then down his neck. Colt’s eyes shifted, his talons threatening to grow as Pax took what he wanted.

  Colt was dying to cup his mate’s ass but was afraid Pax would stop, so he lay there and enjoyed what his little bird took. Colt fought it. He strained not to, but his hips had a mind of their own and bucked up, making Pax bounce in the air.

  Pax pulled back, blinking down at him, and Colt cursed his wayward body.

  “I can’t,” Pax said the words, but he didn’t move away.

  “Yes, you can. Take whatever you want and need.”

  Pax closed his eyes as his fingers bit into Colt’s shoulders. “I’m no good for you.”

  Colt reached up and cupped Pax’s face, making his mate’s vivid blue eyes lock with his. “Whatever you did before, whatever you had to do, doesn’t matter. As soon as you came to me, came into my care, everything was wiped away.”

  “But, I used to—I…” Pax turned his head, his face turning a deep shade of red.

  Colt cupped Pax’s face, bringing it back around. “Talk to me, little bird.”

  Pax smashed his eyes closed as he covered his face with his hands. “I used to sell my body so I could eat.”

  Colt had a feeling that was the case. He didn’t judge Pax. Everyone did what they had to do to survive. He didn’t like the thought of other men touching his Pax, but he didn’t harbor any ill feelings toward his mate. “What did I just tell you, love?”

  “You don’t look at me like a whore?”

  Colt growled, the sound making Pax’s eyes widen. “Never refer to yourself like that. I meant what I said. Everything is wiped clean.”

  Pax swooped down and ravaged Colt’s mouth. He could hear frantic little whimpers escaping his little bird’s mouth. Colt rolled, placing Pax underneath him as his hand ran over Pax’s chest. Colt glanced up, begging with his eyes for Pax’s permission. When Pax spread his legs, Colt lost his mind.

  He flicked his wrist, yanking to separate the zipper and then pulled Pax’s pants from his body. Colt sat back on his heels as he skimmed his hands over Pax’s thighs, his fingertips barely touching skin as he stared at what a newborn star must look like.

  Pax bit his bottom lip, glancing away from Colt’s intense gaze. Colt reached over and pulled his mate’s head back, making him look him in the eyes. That would never do.

  “I’m going to claim you, Paxton. If this isn’t what you want, tell me now.”

  Pax’s eyelashes slowly lowered, making the blackness of them contradict and blend with his pale blue skin beautifully. His mate gave a slight nod.

  “No, baby. I need to hear you say it.”

  “Take me,” Pax whispered.

  Colt stood, staring down at Pax as he stripped free from his clothes. He knelt back between his mate’s legs, hooking his right arm under his mate’s leg and lifted it to Colt’s side, blanketing Pax’s body as he crushed his lips to his mate’s. Pax grabbed onto Colt, pulling at his hair as he rubbed his body over Colt’s, marking him, scenting him with Pax’s pre-cum.

  Colt sipped at Pax’s lips, their mouths barely touching as he breathed Pax in. He pulled Pax’s leg back as his hand reached behind his mate, his finger touching Pax’s most intimate place.

  His mate’s hips jerked, Pax moaning into his mouth before pushing back onto Colt’s finger. Colt applied the slightest pleasure, feeling the connection already taking place between them. Part of Pax’s soul was starting to merge with Colt’s, making his chest tighten with joy.

  Colt picked his mate up and carried him to the bed, laying Pax down gently as he climbed back between his legs. His hand slid under the pillow as he grabbed the lube, wetting his fingers and then tossing the bottle aside.

  Pax lifted his legs up, the fringes of his hair covering part of his face and creating a soft halo around Pax’s vivid blue eyes. Colt slowly pressed his finger into Pax’s ass, watching his little bird’s eyes closely.

  Pax pulled at Colt’s hair, rocking his ass onto Colt’s lone finger. Colt latched onto Pax’s dark-blue nipple, teasing it with his teeth as he added another finger. Pax cried out, pushing Colt’s head into his chest as he snapped his hips.

  Colt drank him in, his tongue swirling around the taught peak, sucking it into his mouth and creating a seal with his lips, pressing a third finger into Pax’s tight entrance. He twisted his wrists, scissoring his fingers and grazing his mate’s prostate.

  “Colt!” Pax fucked the air as his hips snapped quickly.

  Colt bit his mate’s nipple as he added a fourth finger. Pax yanked at Colt’s hair, sending shockwaves through Colt’s body. Colt released Pax’s wet and swollen nipple as he pulled his hand free. He leaned back, towering over his mate as he lubed his cock and then Pax’s hole, pushing his lubed fingers inside for good measure.

  “Please…I…please,” Pax begged as his body rocked the bed. His eyes had taken on a desperate look, filled with hunger and need.

  “Show me you want me, little bird. Offer yourself to me.” Colt barely pushed the words past his lips as he curled his fingers around his cock, waiting for his mate’s reply.

  Pax pulled his legs back to his chest, reached down, and pulled his beautiful mounds apart, giving Colt the most precious sight he’d ever seen. Colt tried to eat Pax with his eyes, letting his mate know how sexy and daring he looked right now. He could see his mate’s fingers slightly shaking as Colt lined his cock up and thrust deeply.

  “Fuck!” Colt’s head fell back to his shoulders as he cried out. His hands grabbed Pax’s legs, steadying his body and breathing deeply as Pax dug his fingernails into Colt’s chest, drawing a slight amount of blood to the surface.

  Colt fought the soul-deep need to take his mate savagely. His eyes watered as he stared down into vivid blue eyes—eyes that were looking at him with such trust that Colt’s body shook.

  “Claim me,” Pax whispered to him.

  Colt dropped to his arms as their bodies rocked to the rhythm of their combined passion. Colt’s lower lip ghosted from one shoulder to the next, his eyelashes lowering as he inhaled his mate’s scent. Pax’s hands explored his body as he thrust so deeply into his little bird that Colt swore he’d never return to his senses.

  Pax lifted his hips higher as Colt consumed him with his body. He leaned to the side, taking one of Pax’s hands and gripping Pax’s cock, both of them stroking his mate. Colt locked eyes with Pax, his mate’s breaths coming out in pants as they bonded for life.

  “Colt,” Pax whimpered.

  “Let me have you. Give yourself to me, Paxton.”

  Pax arched his back, his cock erupting as Pax cried out, his seed wondrously painting them both. Colt leaned down and licked it from his mate’s body before throwing his head back and roaring out his own release, marking his mate with his seed, filling his channel with the essence that would make Pax his forever.

  “You belong to me, and I belong to you,” Colt crooned into the shell of Pax’s ear. “Your life begins now. No longer is your past your future.”

  Pax panted as his arms wrapped around Colt’s neck, hugging Colt so tightly that his breathing was almost constricted. “One of these days I’ll understand someone on this damn ship.”

  Colt chuckled as he rolled to his side, draping his little bird over his chest, making small circles over Pax’s skin and savoring the feeling of finally claiming his blue-skinned beauty. Life was good.

  Chapter 4

  Pax blushed when Colt winked at him. He felt giddy every time he saw Colt over the last week—giddy and excited. He’d even taken to searching Colt out. Pax knew he was getting strange looks from the rest of
the crew. He just didn’t care. He liked being near Colt. When Colt gestured with his hand, Pax darted across the bridge and leaned against the bigger man.

  “Hey, little bird,” Colt murmured as he nuzzled the side of Pax’s head.

  “Hey,” Pax whispered back.

  “Did you know that Lost Star Three is renowned for its mineral springs?”

  Pax tilted his head back to look up at Colt. “Mineral springs?”

  “Yep.” Colt grinned. “They are supposed to rejuvenate the body and increase the libido.”

  Pax’s jaw dropped. He liked sex as much as the next guy—well, since Colt came along anyway—but he doubted he would be walking if Colt’s libido increased. He wasn’t sitting easily now as it was. He just wasn’t going to tell Colt that. The man seemed to get easily upset if there was something wrong with Pax.

  “I was thinking we could slip away and spend a little time together in the springs.”

  It wasn’t like Pax could deny Colt anything the man wanted. He grinned sheepishly. “Okay.”

  “Maybe you can convince Gigi to pack us a lunch, and we can make a day of it.”

  Pax started to warm to the idea the more Colt talked about it. The idea of spending some quality one-on-one time with Colt was better than almost anything Pax could think of. “Will we have enough time? Don’t we have to get the cargo and take it wherever it needs to go?”

  “Hey, Remy,” Colt called back over his shoulder, “how long are we going to be on Lost Star Three? My little bird and I want to make some plans.”

  Remy chuckled. “We’ve made pretty good time, so I suppose we can have a little R and R while we’re there but just one day. Once the cargo is loaded we need to get underway.”

  Pax’s eyes rounded when Gigi squealed and jumped into Remy’s arms. Gigi was just so…so…bouncy. Pax peered up at Colt to see if he was watching Gigi jump and bounce around. Was that something Colt liked?

  Colt was looking right down at him as if he didn’t even realize Gigi was in the same room. He chuckled and shook his head as Gigi’s noises got louder.

  “That would drive me nuts,” Colt whispered. “Gigi is cool and all, but how Remy stands that constant noise, I will never know.”

  “I don’t make a lot of noise, do I?”

  Colt winked. “You do when it counts.”

  Pax squeezed his eyes closed as his face heated up. He might as well be red instead of blue. He spent more time with his face flushed than he did without it.

  “We’ll be landing soon,” Colt whispered into Pax’s ear as his hand moved down to caress Pax’s butt. “Want to go see if we can make some noise before we land?”

  Pax giggled and grabbed Colt’s hand, dragging him toward the door of the bridge. He had plans for his hawk, and they didn’t involve a room full of onlookers. The lift at the other end of the corridor was looking pretty good, though. The crew quarters were just too far away.

  Pax heard Colt chuckling behind him as he pulled the man down the hallway and around the corner to the lift. He hit the button to open the door then turned and looked at his mate. “Livewire hasn’t gotten the lift working yet.”

  “Oh?”

  Pax giggled and stepped back into the small space. He grabbed Colt’s shirt and dragged the man inside then leaned past him to close the door. There wasn’t much room in the small lift, but they wouldn’t need much for what he had in mind.

  “I don’t suppose you have any lube on you, do you?”

  Colt shook his head. “Nope.”

  “Damn.” Pax twisted his lips together as he tried to figure out how they could fool around without lube. As he looked from the top of Colt’s head down to his boot-clad feet, sudden inspiration struck him.

  Pax dropped to his knees and went for the zipper on Colt’s pants. He glanced up at Colt as he pulled the big man’s hard shaft out of his pants. Colt had his hands pressed against each side of the small lift. His bottom lip was bitten between his teeth. His blue eyes, however, glowed dark with lust.

  Pax kept his eyes locked with Colt’s as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the cock in his hand. Colt’s eyes closed for a moment then snapped open again, almost as if Colt couldn’t stand to miss the show.

  Pax made sure that he leaned back enough that Colt could see what he was doing but not take his lips away from the cock in his mouth. He paid special attention to the slit in the top and around the edges of the mushroomed head, lavishing them with his tongue.

  Colt started panting softly. It gave Pax the courage to put all of his experience and knowledge into giving his mate the best blowjob of his life. He really didn’t want Colt to know exactly how much experience he had, but showing him was a bit different than telling him.

  “That feels so fucking good, little bird.”

  Pax grinned around the thick cock in his mouth then closed his lips around it and sucked it deep into his mouth. One thing he had never shared with Colt—he had a nonexistent gag reflex. He was able to swallow Colt’s erection until 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 h
eld 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 slightly.

  Pax’s eyes widened when the ramp finally lowered. He couldn’t believe the beauty of the planet. It was like, heck, he couldn’t think of a rightful description. The plant life here was rich and lush. The city seemed to be haloed in a soft glow that illuminated the horizon.

  “You like it?”

  Pax glanced up to see Colt watching him as if trying to gauge his reaction to his first impression of Lost Star Three. “It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

  “Spa treatment, here I come!” Gigi declared loudly as he and Remy walked down the ramp. Okay, Remy walked. Gigi had a little skip in his step, a bounce in his heels, and an infectious giggle like a gay man discovering another man’s cock for the very first time.

  Pax shook his head as he smiled at his friend. Gigi was…well, Gigi, and Pax wouldn’t have him any other way. He held onto Colt as they made their way to the shuttle stands. Pax actually felt like royalty with the way Colt was treating him. Never in his life had he been to somewhere this awe-inspiring, and to be there with Colt? Pax could die right now and be happy.

  “We’re taking separate shuttles?” Pax asked as he climbed into the one Colt directed him to. Even the shuttles were splendorous. He ran his hand over the rich fabric of the seats as he stared around the inside with awe. Had he ever seen anything so magnificent?