Emma: Part Three

by Lolita Lopez

  He rose to his full height and gazed down at her with such warmth and affection. He surprised her when he reached for his bar of soap and pressed it into her hand. He must have read the confusion in her face because he said, “I can wait.”

  With a skeptic glance, she eyed his thick erection. If he wanted to wait…

  She lathered the bar of soap between her hands. Very gently and careful of his wounds, she spread soapy foam across his skin. Each bruise and scrape served as a reminder of how incredibly dangerous life as a cyborg could be. She couldn’t help but think about the Zed vaccine as a weapon that would help Max and Jack.

  If they were immunized, they could fight more effectively. If they were immunized, they would have the leg up on Faction. If they were immunized, she would never have to fear losing them to the horrific virus.

  Even though no one today had explicitly said that Faction had returned, Emma felt certain they had. There was something in the air, a static pulse of fear and dread that couldn’t be ignored. If another insurrection was coming, her men needed every advantage they could get.

  And if it had to come from her blood? Well so be it.

  After spending a few minutes teasing Max with her soapy hand on his cock, she helped him rinse and then quickly lathered her own skin. Despite his earlier fervor, Max’s energy seemed to flag. His erection remained rock hard and standing at full attention, but Emma wasn’t sure getting intimate in the shower was such a good idea anymore. Exhaustion was clear in the drop of his shoulders and the sag of his eyelids.

  Taking his hand, she led him out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel before taking one to him. He stood still as she dabbed the water from his skin and even allowed her to doctor the cuts and scrapes on his body with some of the ointments and creams she found in the first aid kit attached to the bathroom wall.

  Seemingly bemused by her attention, he watched her attend his injuries. It occurred to her that he had probably never been treated like this. She doubted the medics had time to coddle their patients, blowing on their scrapes to ease the sting or dabbing on ointments with the softest tap of their fingertips.

  Knowing that Max so rarely experienced any pampering, she decided to show him one of the perks of having her as his mate. He needed the nurturing touch of a woman, and she intended to give it to him.

  “Why don’t you get comfortable in bed while I clean this up?” She gestured to the medical supplies on the counter. “I’ll be right in, okay?”

  Max picked up his weapons and left the bathroom, his footsteps heavy and betraying his exhaustion. She poked through the cabinet until she found the jar of homemade lotion that had been among the feminine products her men had purchased for her. She recognized the label from one of the stores in New Town and figured this was one of the suppliers who sold wares to the commissary Rio had mentioned.

  Taking the jar with her into the bedroom, she smiled at the sight of Max stretched out in the center of the bed. He idly scratched at his chest and flexed his toes and calves. His impressive erection remained just as hard as ever, the head red and engorged and glistening with a few drops of shiny fluid. Never one to waste, Emma put a knee on the bed and leaned down to lick away the slick pre-cum there. Max groaned like a bear and huffed when she didn’t finish what she had started.

  Instead, she twisted off the lid of the jar and scooped out some of the lotion. She rubbed it between her palms to soften the balm. Starting at his left foot, she smoothed the thinned cream onto his sole and slowly worked it into his skin. Max looked at her in the oddest way, as if he couldn’t decide whether to unwind or question why she was massaging him like this.

  “Relax,” she urged, running her foot along his arch and drawing a low moan from his throat. “You’ve earned it.”

  “You don’t have to do this.” His eyelids drooped even more now, but he seemed determined to stay awake.

  “I know that.” She worked his big toe and then each of the smaller ones. “I want to do this.”

  “Why?”

  “Why not?”

  “Emma,” he said in that warning tone of his.

  “I’m your wife. Sort of,” she amended, thinking that someday soon they should make their arrangement officially official with a real wedding. “And I want to take care of you the way you take care of me.”

  “Woman, you keep that up,” he said with another groan as she massaged his arch again, “and I’ll do anything you want. I’ll buy you anything you want. Build you anything you want. Give you anything you want.”

  Smirking, she ran her hands up to his ankle and massaged his calf. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I want something.”

  Max went silent as she moved to his right foot and repeated her massage. She was running her fingers over the tattoo Rio had told her about, wondering about the pain little baby Max had felt, when he said, “And there’s no ‘sort of’ to it, Emma.”

  “What?” She glanced up from the tattoo to look at his face.

  “You’re not ‘sort of’ our wife. You are our wife. Jack and I don’t need some fancy fucking ceremony to make it real—but we’ll arrange one for you. If that’s what you want?”

  “I think it would be nice to have a proper wedding. Eventually,” she added. “I’m not in any rush.”

  Max seemed placated by her answer. He dropped back down to the pillow and let her continue her massage. “It would be good if we could invite your friends from the surrounding towns. We could use the occasion to show that the Outpost is safe and welcoming. It might help ease the tension and encourage more unions to be formed.”

  “I’m not so sure I’m loving the idea of using my wedding day as propaganda.”

  “That’s a harsh word for it.”

  “What else would you call it?”

  “Outreach?”

  She gave his meaty thigh a flick. “I don’t think so.”

  A deep laugh rumbled through his chest. He didn’t push the issue, preferring instead to groan his approval as her hands moved along his thighs. She marveled at the chiseled strength of her man, running her palms over his extraordinary muscles. Jack had a similarly incredible body, only leaner and slimmer. Rio had said they were bred for specific traits. Clearly Max’s sperm donor had been chosen for his size and athleticism as well as his intelligence and leadership skills.

  “I can practically hear you thinking, sweetheart.”

  Her lips curved in a tender smile as she caught him staring at her with one eye open. “If you must know—”

  “I must.”

  “I was thinking about your sperm donor.”

  Rather comically, his expression turned to one of revulsion. “Why in the hell would you be thinking about something like that?”

  “The tattoo on your foot,” she explained. “Rio told me about the way you were marked as babies.”

  “Oh.” He grunted with annoyance. “Should have known that little gossiping chatterbox would fill your head with all the sordid details of my childhood.”

  “You don’t like Rio?”

  “I don’t like the way she’s been allowed to run wild at Camp Victory or here on this Outpost just because Eve is her mama.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t set a good example.” Huffing out a frustrated breath, he said, “You can be damn sure that our kids won’t be running amok on base. I’ll turn them over my knee so fast.”

  She flicked his stomach. “You will not!”

  Max met her horrified look with an unwavering stare. “There’s no place for coddling here, Emma.”

  “There’s a place here for patience and love,” she argued. She took a moment to compare her childhood with the one Rio had painted of cyborg children. Maybe Jack and Max didn’t know anyway but boot camp style discipline and harshness. Trying to make him understand, she said, “Of course, I want our children to be raised up to be strong, fierce men like you and Jack—”

  “Or brave, smart girls like you,” he interjected.

  “Right, that too,” she agr
eed, secretly pleased with the way he described her. “But I don’t want them to fear you or Jack. I want them to love you and trust you and know they can always come to you for help.”

  His stern expression faded. There was a far-off look in his eye and a glimmer of hope when he said, “I don’t want them to fear me either.”

  “They won’t,” Emma assured him.

  He went still and very quiet after that. Considering the hard life he had known, Emma figured childrearing would be difficult for him. Jack was the gentler, kinder of the pair and had more patience. Hopefully they would balance each other out when it came to fatherhood.

  “You’re thinking again,” he teased.

  After the emotionally heavy experiences of the last twenty-four hours, she didn’t want to dwell on the what-ifs of their future children. She really didn’t want Max getting caught up in it either. He needed to decompress.

  Lifting her gaze, she smiled seductively and reached for his stiff cock. “I’m thinking this might help you relax even more.”

  Max shivered as she stroked his shaft. “I think you’ve got the right idea, Em.”

  Cupping his heavy sac, she fondled him with one hand while stroking with the other. Max groaned low and slow. Emboldened by his reaction, she bent down and sucked the head of his cock between her wet lips.

  Remembering Jack’s lesson, she took her time, dragging her tongue from the base of Max’s penis and swirling it around the top. She kneaded his balls and tugged gently on them. He groaned his approval as she worked him with her mouth and hands.

  Her lips were stretched around his thick shaft, and she enjoyed the challenge of taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Up and down, she bobbed on his cock until he gripped at the bedcovers and bent his knees. She could see the muscles of his abdomen tightening and relaxing as he chased the promise of impending release.

  “Fuck!” Max thrust into her mouth, and she allowed it. He slipped between her lips, nudging deeper into her throat with each controlled thrust. She caught and held his heated gaze. The dark desire glinting in his eyes left her shuddering inside and craving him even more.

  To ease the strain on his neck, she had stopped fondling his sac and had placed her hand on his hip. Max captured her hand as it slid from his hip to his navel. With a swift tug, he pulled her off balance. She fell forward onto his chest, his cock slipping from her mouth, and he laughed, his face lighting up with a roguish grin. With another tug, he ordered, “Climb on up here, sugar.”

  Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she crawled over Max. He cupped her bottom and caressed her body from the middle of her back to the tops of her upper thighs. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured. “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing with an old cyborg like me.”

  Leaning down, she kissed the tip of his nose. With a little wiggle, Emma settled into place over his cock. “You’re just lucky I guess.”

  “I guess,” he echoed and gripped her hips. When he thrust up into her, she sighed in pleasure. Having him deep inside her felt so damn good. With both hands on his shoulders, Emma slowly rocked her hips, sliding back and forth until she found a rhythm she liked.

  Making love to one man was a new experience for her. Although she missed Jack, she liked being Max’s sole focus. His rough hands glided along her skin, sweeping up her back and front. He was in no rush to enjoy her body. His hands lingered on her breasts, toying with her perky nipples before he sat up long enough to kiss and suckle them. He nipped lightly with his teeth and drew a sharp gasp from her. He soothed that little bite with a flick of his tongue that made her lower belly clench.

  Head thrown back, Emma pushed herself upright and found an angle that made her pant. Max licked his thumb and then brought the slick pad of it down to her clitoris. He rubbed that pink nub until her thighs shook and her toes curled. Sodden with desire, she swayed back and forth atop his hard cock. Ever mindful of his injuries, she kept her pace slow and easy until they were both trembling and exhaling shaky breaths.

  Locking eyes with Max, she held his gaze as those first shudders of bliss exploded in her core. He came a moment later, surging up beneath her and thrusting sharp and fast. They rode the waves of orgasm together until she slumped forward on his broad, powerful chest. His cock twitched inside her, and she milked those last few drops with a clench of her inner walls. He grunted with appreciation and kissed her forehead.

  Petting her wet hair, he admitted, “I miss Jack already.”

  She traced one of the old scars on his chest. “Me, too.”

  “He’s going to have one hell of a welcome when we have to tell him about our run-in with SICO today and their ultimatum,” Max grumbled. “I suppose we’re lucky they gave us seven days to come up with a plan.”

  “We don’t need a plan,” she murmured against his sternum. “I’m going to Camp Victory.”

  Max stiffened. “What?”

  Very calmly, she repeated, “I’m going to Camp Victory.” When he started to protest, she lifted her head and pressed their mouths together. Silenced by her tender kiss, Max eyed her warily. She ran her finger around the outline of his lips. “I love you, and I love Jack. I care about my friends and their families. If there’s something in my blood that can protect all of you, I have to take the chance. I have to go to Camp Victory and turn myself over to the SICO med team.”

  Max hugged her so tightly she couldn’t breathe. “I don’t want to lose you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “I don’t want to see you hurt.”

  “I don’t want to see you or Jack hurt.”

  Max tangled his fingers in her hair and dragged her head down for a long, desperate kiss. Touching his forehead to hers, he said, “I love you so much, Emma. You and your too big, too soft heart…”

  “Maybe my heart is so big because I was always meant for you and Jack,” she decided. “I’m going to need a big heart for the family we’re trying to build.”

  Happy in Max’s arms, Emma nestled into his heat. Closing her eyes, she relished the quiet stillness of the house. Within these walls, she was safe.

  But soon, very soon, he would have to venture outside the safety of her new home and beyond the highly guarded fences of Outpost 9—and her life would never be the same again.

  Max gave her hair a playful tug. “What are you thinking about now, baby?”

  Nuzzling into his neck, she whispered, “That it’s my turn to be brave…”

  *

  The sexy sci-fi ménage serial OUTPOST 9 continues with EMMA: Parts Four and Five.

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  About the Author

  The alter ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Roxie Rivera, I like to write super sexy romances and scorching hot erotica.

  I live in Texas on five acres with my red-bearded Viking husband, our sweet, mischievous little girl and two crazy Great Danes.

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