IGO: Sudden Snow by RaeLynn Blue Page A

Commander Taylor would no doubt pay him for his tardiness.
    “Good morning, sergeant. You’re on duty in ten minutes, sir. You’re usually twenty minutes early, so, uh…”
    “Thank you, Kovacs,” Darryl rumbled. “I will report by zero two hundred hours. Snow out.”
    Darryl’s eyes held Cricket’s as he spoke. She tensed visibly, but it was gone as swiftly as it appeared. When he winked at her, she met his eyes with a soft smile on her face.
    Cricket paused in the entranceway, her dreadlocks spilling over her shoulders, obscuring the view of her breasts. She blew him a kiss and tilted her head sideways. “You look so yummy in that uniform,” she said, sighing like a little girl. “I can’t decide if I like you more in or out of it.”
    “I like you both ways.” Darryl smirked. He hurried about as he picked up his clothes, urgency flowing fast into his body. He pulled on articles as he moved. As he zipped the jacket, he sighed in defeat. He didn’t want to leave her.
    “Thank you,” she replied. “Don’t look at me like that, Darryl. It’s too much. You’ll never make it to your duty station.”
    He laughed, loving how she made him feel wanted and worthy. “You going to be all right?”
    She shrugged. “I’ve got work to do too. I’ll see you later?”
    He stared at her, naked and delectable. All he could think about was stripping out of his uniform and following her into the shower, pressing her against the plastic and plunging into her core once more, plundering her succulent treasure until she stole his seed again. Darryl swallowed the ache rising in his throat. Damn, he didn’t seem to be sated. All he wanted was to please her in every way he could.
    “Yes,” he replied, watching her physically relax. “This is no casual thing between us, Cricket.”
    “No,” she managed. “It isn’t.”
    He heard the sound of the shower going as he stepped through the exit doors. Smiling, he let his long strides carry him the length of the corridor in hurried time.
    * * *
    Cricket turned the knob to air dry and closed her eyes as the hot air blew through her wet hair and across her soaking body. No amount of forced heat could cool the dampness in her pussy. Like a tap which had been switched on, her libido poured out wave after wave of passion for the handsome sergeant. Even now, her well clenched with longing for him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so soundly. Cricket stepped from the automated dryer with her mind settled firmly on Sergeant Snow.
    Already the furnace at the juncture of her thighs burned for Darryl. But she’d indulged her wants long enough. She sighed as she pulled on a pair of jeans and an orange long-sleeved shirt. With a swoop of her rubber band, she secured her damp dreadlocks into a ponytail as she moved to the plasma screen. The room reeked of sex and of Darryl. Sighing in longing once more, she mentally struggled to focus on the text.
    What had Wang seen in this mass of information that spoke to commercial application?
    She rubbed her bleary eyes. Though Darryl had slept, she had been up for nearly three hours reading over the text. Doctor Savage’s email from two days ago noted a recent spike in one of Io’s volcanoes she called V#23. The chemical compounds hadn’t been dissimilar from the others, but the concentration had been tighter, heavier.
    There lay the only difference in the data she’d combed through thus far. Nothing about those concentrations should or could be of interest to Wang. Cricket couldn’t even fathom what he would use them for -- weapons? Anything could be used as a weapon, and she didn’t think Kem Core Industries was interested in weaponry. The IGO wanted to harness the lava flow and eruptions to try to cull a power source for them and their spacecrafts. Still, the team had no clear-cut data that pointed to their success or their failure. It didn’t make any sense.
    Cricket gently put her head against the plasma screen.