Galen and Arryn looked down at her, green eyes and blue eyes full of questions and hope.
“Well?” Arryn asked, cutting right to the point. “What do you say to that?”
Polina swallowed and gazed up at both of them. “I say,” she began, then succumbed to fear and guilt. “I say, I have to go.”
With that, Polina dashed out of the shuttle and disappeared into the blackness of the night.
***
She had no idea how she found her way back to the hatch in the blackness of the moon’s night, but some sort of primal instinct led her there. Polina pulled the hatch open and scrambled inside, blindly groping her way into the dormitory. She found a mattress, curled up on it and, for the first time in years, allowed herself to cry.
Tears flowed from her, tears of pain, tears of guilt, tears of shame. She’d betrayed her two companions, her two lovers. She’d dedicated her life, wasted her life, serving a duplicitous government. Polina shuddered. She had nowhere to go and no one to go to. Everything was over.
“Polina?”
A beam of light swept across the dormitory and Polina curled herself more tightly into a ball, hoping desperately that she wouldn’t be spotted.
“Polina, we know you’re there,” Galen shouted.
The beam of light rested on her and she finally gave up, uncurling herself from her ball and sitting up to face her fate.
“How did you know I was here?” she muttered.
Galen and Arryn stood in the doorway of the bunker’s dormitory, staring at her with various degrees of relief and frustration.
“How did we know?” Galen was incredulous. “Well, to begin: where else would you go? We’re on a deserted, inhospitable moon. Of course you’d come here. Also, I have heightened senses, remember? I could smell your track all the way here.”
Polina’s shoulders slumped. “You shouldn’t have followed me here.”
Arryn spoke this time. “We weren’t about to let you run off into the dark night on a strange moon, Polina, and leave you to die there.”
“Why not?” she snapped. “That’s exactly what we did to your people, isn’t it?”
“Stop saying ‘we,’ dammit!” Galen was seething with anger. “You’re not them, they’re not you, Polina.”
“Come with us,” Arryn implored. “You can stay with us, with Dardassyians—”
“Or Artarians,” Galen added.
“Or Artarians, for as long as you like. We’d be happy to—”
“I was with both of you,” Polina admitted, the words falling out of her mouth before she even had time to think. “On this moon, in this bunker. I was, you know, with both of you and I didn’t tell either of you the truth.” She swallowed hard and willed her tears to stop flowing. It didn’t work. “I’m—I’m sorry.”
There was silence for the longest while. No one spoke. Finally, Polina hazarded a glace up. Both males—the golden Dardassyian and the mahogany Artarian—were gazing at her with matching expressions of amusement.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Polina demanded. “And you—” she directed at Arryn “—why do you have that expression on your face? You don’t do facial expressions.”
Arryn shrugged. “I looked at Galen and his expression matched the way I felt. So, I thought I’d try it on for size.”
Polina was baffled. “What on earth are you two even talking about? Aren’t you mad at me? Don’t you think I’m a terrible person? Not only am I part of an evil government, but I cheated on both of you with one another.”
Galen sighed. “Polina, we know.”
“You know?”
“We know,” Arryn repeated. “We came back to the ship earlier and it was written all over my face—”
“His markings,” Galen explained. “Dardassyians are hard to read, unless you know what to look for. Then it’s like an open book.”
“Galen took one look at my markings and saw that I was in love,” Arryn explained.
“Wait, ‘love’?” Polina choked. “You’re in love with…with me?”
Arryn shook his head. “Not just me, Polina.”
She turned to the dark haired Artarian, who was gazing at her with something akin to embarrassment. “Yeah,” he shrugged. “I guess I kinda fell in love with you, too. It must be something about this stupid moon, I guess.”
Tears welled up in Polina’s eyes again and she angrily brushed them away with the back of her hand. “This is worse,” she moaned. “This is actually worse.”
“Polina, how is this worse?” Arryn asked, painfully earnest in his naiveté. “We both love you and we just promised to keep you safe. How is this a problem?”
“You’re—you’re friends,” Polina said, confused. “I don’t want to come between you. I don’t want to have to choose one of you over the other.”
For the first time since she’d known him, Arryn laughed.
“I’d forgotten how rigid Earthlings were with their ideas and rules about love,” Arryn said.
“What? Polina asked.
“Not every species mates for life, Polina,” Galen added. “Or even has one mate, one partner, at a time. You don’t have to choose if you don’t want to.”
Polina took a deep breath. “Are you saying that I can—that I can have both of you?”
“Yes,” both of them said, practically with the same voice.
“That is exactly what we’re saying, Polina,” Galen said.
“If you want us both,” Arryn added. “You can have us both. It’s entirely up to you.”
Polina knew exactly what her choice was.
There was a brief flurry of activity as Polina and Galen stripped the mattresses from the dormitory bunk beds and arranged them on the floor, making a space big enough for three bodies to do whatever them pleased. Meanwhile, Arryn disappeared into the storeroom and returned with a fistful of emergency flares.
“These aren’t exactly candles,” he said, lighting one off with a sizzle, “but they should serve our purpose.”
The flare gave off a red light, casting all three of them in a warm, decadent glow.
Galen smiled at Polina, then nodded his chin toward his friend. Polina stepped into Arryn’s space and quickly stripped him of his flight suit, leaving the taller, golden male completely nude. His cock hung between his legs, already half hard and heavy with excitement.
Galen was next. Polina fumbled with the buttons on his trousers and he helped her, quickly sliding his pants over his hips as Polina helped him shed his shirt.
When both males were naked—the muscles of their bodies glowing in the red light of the flare—they set to work on Polina, taking their time as they removed her flight suit, savoring every inch of skin that was revealed. When she stood naked in front of them, each dropped to his knees and pressed kisses against the softness of her stomach, worshipping the body in front of them.
Galen took the lead, kissing up her stomach and finding one full breast with his eager mouth. Arryn, an astute pupil, followed suit, cupping Polina’s breast in his elegant hand as he guided her nipple toward his hungry mouth. Galen matched him on the other side and Polina’s knees buckled with the twin pleasure of playful, teasing mouths nipping hungrily at her firm pink nipples.
She moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure and almost losing her balance. Polina clung to Galen for support, then Arryn, then Galen again, as they toyed and teased, urging her toward madness.
“Hold on,” Galen whispered as Polina wavered against him, her knees nearly giving out. “Lean against me now.”
She did, surrendering her full weight back against Galen’s strong body. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping one breast in each of his large hands. “I’ve got you,” Galen whispered into her ear. “I’ve got you, Polina. Now enjoy this.”
“Enjoy what?” Polina started to ask, then understood. Arryn was between her legs now, his fingers pressing into her, parting her damp folds as his tongue—his clever, eager tongue—lapped at her clit. Polina shudder
ed and would have fallen if Galen hadn’t been supporting her. He pulled her to him and she felt the eagerness of his erection pushing against the small of her back.
Mindlessly, she rutted back against Galen’s cock as Arryn worked a second finger into her, then a third. She was dripping with excitement now, the careful ministrations of Arryn’s tongue preparing her for what was coming.
Polina tossed her head as Arryn’s mouth continued to explore her, open her up. Galen caught her mouth with his, kissing her deeply with his probing tongue and sharp teeth as Arryn thrust into her with three of his long, clever fingers.
Finally, when Polina couldn’t imagine taking much more, Galen slowly lowered her to the floor, arranging her carefully on her hands and knees.
“Is this okay, Polina?” Galen checked, peering into her eyes.
She smiled up at him. “Yes,” Polina said, her voice hazy with need. “I want this. I want you.”
Galen knelt in front of her, cock in one hand while the other stroked her cheek. Polina licked her lips in anticipation, desperate to be filled. She whimpered and Galen finally gave her what she wanted, guiding his throbbing cock to her waiting lips.
His eyes flicked upward and Polina, turning her head ever so slightly, could make out Arryn kneeling behind her. There was pressure between her legs as he lined the head of his cock up to her damp entrance.
“Please,” Polina whispered. “Please, I need you. I need both of you.”
“And you’ll have both of us, love,” Galen murmured, stroking her hair as he held himself in front of her waiting mouth. “Arryn? Ready?”
“Ready,” Arryn said, and slid inside of her.
Polina gasped at the size of him pushing into her, but her gasp was stifled by Galen, who slid himself inside her mouth at the exact moment Arryn entered her from behind. Polina braced herself as her two lovers filled her, taking the pleasure that she was so willing to give.
She whimpered and gasped, trying to cry out in pleasure but too full to make any audible sound. Galen and Arryn found a rhythm as they worked her together, pushing her to heights of pleasure she’d never imagined. Polina wanted to tell that not to stop, to never stop, but she couldn’t form words. Instead, she pushed her hips back, impaling herself on Arryn’s thick shaft, urging him forward to speed and intensity beyond her wildest imagination.
Each thrust sparked something deep inside her, until Polina was overcome with passion. She came then, an explosion of pleasure from deep within her core, crying out at her release as best she could around Galen, who had reached his own zenith of pleasure and was holding himself firmly in her mouth as the waves of his orgasm swept over him.
Arryn had stilled behind her, his cock fully seated inside. He was shaking, trembling silently as he spent.
Polina stayed still as long as she could, holding herself on her hands and knees as she and her lovers reached their triple climaxes. Finally, when she could take it no longer, Polina collapsed onto the mattresses, Arryn and Galen tumbling after her.
They slept there, a tangled mass of limbs until the flare had long since burned out and the bunker was plunged into darkness.
Epilogue
“So, what exactly is the plan?” Polina asked as she strapped herself into the taxi shuttle’s jump seat.
“The plan is—” Galen began.
“We go back to Dardassyius,” Arryn finished. “We get ourselves a bigger, faster ship—”
“—and then we travel the galaxy showing everyone we meet these vids,” Galen said. “Hopefully, we meet enough folks who believe our story and we can wake some people up about the true nature of the IA.”
“And if they find us?” Polina asked.
Galen shrugged. “We run.”
“If they threaten us?”
Arryn looked at her, blue eyes steely and his markings arranged in sharp arrowheads along his cheekbones. “We fight.”
Polina nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
In the cockpit, Galen flipped a series of switches and the shuttle lurched to life. Polina smiled as the little vessel took off, leaving their sanctuary moon behind them.
Somewhere, in the galaxy were people who would believe their story. People who would demand justice for the suffering of the Dardassyian colonists. They just needed to spread the word. It wouldn’t be easy and it might be dangerous. But Polina knew that, as long as all three of them were in this together, they had a fighting chance.
THE END
= Bonus Book 8 of 17 =
My Baby Daddy -
Billionaire Romance
“Don't be a party pooper, Aisha, get up,” Zara scolded as she walked past her friend for the second time that evening, still on the couch, still in her pajamas and still with Cheetos in her hair.
“I haven’t gone clubbing in so long Zara, I swear I have forgotten how to dance,” Aisha grumbled as she rolled around on the couch, not quite making any moves to stand up. “I mean how do you even twerk?” she continued a quizzical look on her face. “Do you move your bum from left to right or from up to down?” Zara laughed, only Aisha could make up a conversational topic as silly as that, and trust her to answer her.
“Twerking isn’t the rage anymore, you can just bob your head for all I care but we are going clubbing.” Zara pushed Aisha’s leg off the only couch in the tiny room they called their parlor and proceeded to sit down on the now free spot so she could start doing her makeup. The small laptop Aisha had been using to watch re-runs of Friends lay frozen on a shot of Phoebe’s open mouth “Besides who graduates from cosmetology school and doesn’t celebrate it girl, get up.”
Aisha threw her legs in the air in a fit for a few seconds before rolling over and actually getting up this time.
“I will go take a shower,” she said, her curls in a silk hair cap.
“A fast shower I hope because I am ready to party,” Zara stressed.
“Sure, sure,” Aisha said, not sounding the least bit interested in going out. At times like this, Zara wished she had more fun friends that could bring her out of her shell and fewer friends like her anti-social and awkward self. She was excited for a night out for a change, she had been working as a waitress non-stop while she had been going to cosmetology school in Dallas, Texas for a year now, so she was really looking forward to a night of total recklessness and abandon.
“Shit!” Zara heard Aisha scream all the way from the bathroom.
“What girl?”
“No more hot water, eesh.”
Zara laughed. “That’s what you get for being a lazy ass,” she teased. She and Aisha had been friends for a long time, longer than either of them could remember. From being the poorest of the poor using meal tickets, to finally leaving the streets and getting decent jobs. They had promised to have each other’s backs and hadn’t disappointed each other yet.
Graduating from cosmetology school was a major milestone in their plans, now all they had to do was build a client base and work hard to become the best in the industry. Before they knew it they would be moving out of their dingy apartment into something bigger, into a safer neighborhood and creating a better life for themselves, at least that was the plan.
“Shut up,” Aisha said, already in the shower. Their apartment was so small that Aisha didn’t even have to shout to be heard properly.
“Hurry up girl, I am almost done with my makeup.”
“Don’t rush me Zara, you know how much I hate that.”
“Well if you hate it so much then you should have gotten up earlier and been ready by now,” Zara mumbled under her breath.
“I heard that,” Aisha laughed. “I’ll be out in a sec, be patient would you?”
A second turned into an hour before the girls were safely out of their house and in a cab. It had been a long time since they’d had a night out, being thrifty combined with not having any time wasn’t a fun combination, especially when you lived in a fun city. But tonight was different not only because of their graduation, but also because they wer
e going to be meeting a bunch of their classmates at the club, and one of them happened to know someone that happened to know the owner of the club, so they would be able to get in with no hassle at all.
“Is that it?” Aisha asked in awe from behind Zara. The taxi had just pulled up in front of a really ordinary looking door that would generally not catch anyone’s attention during the day, but right now there was a line leading from the front of the door, to way down a back alley, and it was filled with a lot of hot looking Instagram baddie type of girls. If these girls couldn’t get in, Aisha thought, what hope did they have?
“Yes,” Zara replied, paying the cab driver and getting out of the cab closely followed by Aisha.
“I heard celebrities come here every single night.”
“That would explain the long line.” Zara pulled out her cell phone and dialed her friend’s number.
“Yeah Cameroon, it’s me, Zara, we are here.”
“What are you wearing?” Cameroon, her friend and another recent graduate asked. Zara could hear the loud music from the bass speakers in the club. It was so loud that she felt she was right there with him.
“White.” she said, giving herself a once over.
“What?”
“I said white.”
“Zara? I can’t hear you, I am coming out, meet me at the north entrance, ok?” He hung up before she could reply.
“What did he say?” Aisha asked.
“Says he’s coming.”
“Well he better be fast, I’m freezing out here.”
Zara was too, it was unusually cold and she was already losing a whole lot of her excitement waiting for him to come find them. She turned to look for someone she could ask about the north entrance, silently praying that it was nowhere near the long line of eager women.
“We need to meet him at the—” Zara bumped into someone, her bag falling out of her hands. “Sorry—” she said, turning around to see who she had bumped into.
“Can you watch where you are going next time?” the guy scolded.
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