Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 16

Quinn

It's a good thing the Knights don't want me the next day.

My head doesn't stop pounding until after I eat dinner. And it starts back up again when we have drills. I struggle through them like I never have before. Sleep deprivation and hungover is a terrible combination when facing physical exercise. It's been almost a year since Davy presented me with some bootleg liquor and we drank it in a supply closet and played cards with two of his engineer friends.

Today is much better, but by the time I get to the meal hall and try to eat my bland food while avoiding Oh-two, my nerves are frayed. I can hardly think straight. Not enough to back out, but enough to contemplate throwing up before I get to their quarters.

Unfortunately, my change in mood doesn't go unnoticed. "You look better," Davy says. "Did you actually get some sleep?"

I nod at him with a forced smile. "Yeah." And then I remember the gut wrenching guilt of not realizing how much these two people care about me. "Thank you for saying something. It means a lot to me to know that you care."

He winks, but holds his hands up. "Whoa, there. I wouldn't want anyone to know that we're friends or something." He laughs loud and heartily, drawing the attention of people trying to eat in peace.

I laugh with him, and even catch Oh-two cracking a small grin. Tonight, I remind myself. I'll fix our differences tonight. I can't tell her about the commander, but I can tell her about the knights of fucking Ren. They're just a bunch of dudes, after all. Terrifying and stronger than beskar, but still dudes.

Before I know it, I'm walking hesitantly toward the corridor that's home to both Commander Ren, and his knights, the latter of which are expecting me. I hope. Doubt never leaves my side, but I soldier on, taking Kuruk's advice about my courage. They want me. I can do this. With trembling fingers, I take my pins and hat off my head and pocket them, checking the rest of my uniform to make sure nothing is out of place. And thankfully, I don't run into the commander in the corridor.

My feet stumble to a stop outside their blast door. Unlike the commander, they might not be waiting at the monitor to watch my arrival. With one shaky finger, I reach out to press the buzzer, requesting access. The blastdoor opens less than five seconds later, and yes, I am counting, I can't help it.

I step into the same large room with a blastdoor lined wall and a long table by the kitchen. So bare. I wonder how much time they spend here on the Finalizer, and how much time they spend on their big transport ship. Unlike the other day, there aren't four fully dressed guys (with the exception of a shirtless Ushar) sitting around the table with beers.

Those same four men are here- Kuruk with his heavy dark brow, Ap'lek with his piercing eyes, Ushar and his shaggy mess, and Cardo with his giant muscles. Only this time, they're naked apart from tight black boxers that fit each unique and sculpted body perfectly. Kuruk and Ushar lean on either side of an open blastdoor, while the other two wait shoulder to shoulder just inside a bedroom.

"You're right on time," Ushar says with surprise.

My cheeks warm. I was so used to a schedule that I didn't think to ask what time I should be here, I just came straight from drills. But Kuruk gives me a warm look and nods his head toward the interior of the room. "Come on."

I take a deep inhale. I want this. They're so hot, and they look eager to please me. I'll figure out how to handle them all at once; I'm a fast learner. When I step forward, I walk through an invisible wall. Lust washes over me in sweet waves. Oh, thank the maker! They're going to make this easy on me. My smile grows as I approach the open doorway and they all step back to allow me entry.