“Will you let us both have you at once?” he asks. “We’ll go slow.”
Both at once? “You mean…” My eyes go back and forth between the two of them.
“We’ll show you,” Rawk says. “And if you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”
I let out a shaky, “Okay.”
Rawko climbs onto the bed, laying on his back with his knees hanging over, and grabs me by the waist, pulling me on top of him. He lowers me onto his girth and my core tightens around him. Then I feel the warmth of Devlar behind me. Dev’s hot hand rubs my ass cheeks. Rawko touches the speeding pulse at my neck and whispers, “Sh, relax, baby.”
A click sounds behind me and I glance over my shoulder to find Devlar opening a small bottle of lube. The devil! If I had any doubt whether or not this was planned before, all doubt is gone now. But I can’t even be mad when my blood is filled with so much excitement.
Standing behind me, Devlar’s wet finger finds my tight hole and slides slowly in.
“Oh, stars,” I murmur, closing my eyes to let myself feel. I rock my hips gently. Devlar’s finger moves round and round, gently stretching my anus while he kisses my shoulder and neck from behind and Rawko grips my breasts, his thickness filling me. Dev finger fucks me for a few minutes until I’m breathing hard, and then slides his digit out and replaces it with a larger pressure. I scream when his head enters my ass, and both men sieze up with a grunt. I realize I’ve tightened my grip on them, so I try to relax and loosen my muscles.
0Slowly, Devlar works the length of his cock into my ass, one glorious inch at a time. I’m overcome with the sensation of being so completely filled, causing every sensitive feminine spot to be touched, rubbed, and activated. Behind me and below me are two men, their skin on fire, their dicks engorged with lust inside of me, their eyes alive with affection, giving off musky scents that I gulp with every panting breath, both murmuring…
“Ah, fuck yes, Rees.”
“Fucking star.”
“So fucking good.”
“Yes,” I tell them. One hand is flat against Rawko’s round pec. The other raises over my head to run through Devlar’s hair as we move faster. As they both thrust, I have to stop moving and anchor myself so I don’t fly off.
And I can’t hold back a second longer. “Come with me,” I tell them.
It’s the most insanely intense sensation of my life. The three of us are a symphony of passionate shouts, our bodies tensing and shuddering. Their cocks simultaneously explode deep inside of me, their throbs sending me to the edge over and over. My nails have scratched Rawko’s shoulders as I hang on and press back into them, grinding for every last quavering moment of pleasure. The three of us are one, breathing in harmony, completely lost.
Devlar kisses my shoulder one last time. “Thank you.”
I laugh, my body glistening from head to toe, and Rawk smiles up at me. I touch his face, still pulsing as they soften inside of me. “Just a one time thing, you bad boys.”
“I can die happy now,” Rawk says.
My smile disappears as sheer terror slices through my chest. I can’t even speak.
Rawko starts to sit up, forcing Devlar to pull all the way out, and the three of us hiss. Rawk takes my cheeks and touches his forehead to mine.
“It was a joke. Nobody is dying.”
I put my arms around him and press my face into his chest, letting my heart settle. “You better not.”
Behind us, Devlar strokes my hair, and I know they’ve come to care for me just as much as I do them. It’s both frightening and lovely.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Rawko, Devlar, and the captain are not at breakfast, which causes an uneasiness to spread through me like sludge. I text them on the kitchen wall screen to see if I should send their meals on the in-house conveyor, but nobody responds.
Shit.
I’m tense as I load the dishwasher and press the button harder than necessary. When I turn, I jump and let out a yelp at the sight of Captain Lexon standing a couple feet away, his face hard. My hand goes to my chest and I close my eyes. Can he not sneak up on me like that?
“My office, please,” he says.
Shit, shit, shit.
I follow behind him, and as I take in his preternatural strides, anger begins to churn in my belly. I have no doubt the captain woke this morning and immediately did a speed-through of the ship’s surveillance. I’m tense and glaring when we take a seat across from each other, his large desk between us. I cross my arms and uncross them, gripping the chair’s armrests.
My eyes dare him, and his returning stare accepts the challenge.
“I’m aware Rawko and Devlar broke the rules of the Nevesta relationship last night. They’re being punished and I assure you it won’t happen again. I apologize if my men have pressured you or disrespected you in any way.”
I blanch and my skin feels clammy. “You’re punishing them? Sir, they didn’t disrespect me.”
“But they pressured you.”
I clasp my jaw shut. “Not…” I shake my head. “No. I mean—”
“Was it your idea then?”
“No!” Ugh, he is so infuriating! “But I agreed to it, and I don’t think they should be punished.”
He sits back, studying me. “They will both run laps until they pass out. They’ve been at it two and a half hours already.”
My jaw clenches and the words creep from my mouth with venom. “Don’t do that to them.”
He is the picture of calm, twining his fingers. “Regardless of whether you agreed, they broke a rule. My men know that even the most miniscule rules come with consequences if broken. It’s the way of the military. Self control above all else.”
I’m hot with indignation. “What if I said it was my idea?”
He shrugs. “They should be strong enough to resist any temptation. Even you.” The captain leans forward on the desk now, fingers still twined in front of him. “It’s not their first rodeo, Reesa.”
“Rodeo?” What is he talking about?
He glances up at the ceiling, thinking. “The two of them with a woman. It’s their thing. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last.”
It was apparent from their expertise last night that they’d done it before, but I don’t care for the way Captain Lexon is trying to make me feel like…I don’t know…like I’m not special to them?
“Say what you mean, Captain.”
His eyes narrow. “You’d do well not to fall for any of these men.”
I feel my own eyes bulge and my heart gives a bang of self-righteousness. “I’m not some Earth woman who throws her heart haphazardly into the breeze. I’m a professional. Yes, I’ve come to care for your men, and I believe they care for me as well, but the notion you’re speaking of is ridiculous. I will not let anything interfere with my work here.”
“I see.” His eyes are hooded. Dark. “Forgive me for confusing you with an Earth woman, so weak in their notions of love. It’s just that you don’t resemble the Mars human I’ve known.” He looks me over. “You dress like an Earth woman. Do your hair like an Earth woman. More tender-hearted than any Mars human I’ve met.”
Tension has me feeling pins and needles in my skin. I don’t think Earth women are weak, necessarily. Why does everything he says feel so loaded and accusatory? How can this man make me feel so stupid? For one, he’s right. I don’t look the part of a Mars humana. I’ve always been lightly teased by friends for my Earth obsession. And now I feel foolish for it. I clear my throat and lift my chin.
“I’m requesting that you change the rules,” I say. “In fact, get rid of the Nevesta rules on this ship. I’ll have no rules for the men any longer. I trust each of them.”
His eyes suddenly blaze. “You don’t get to change rules. Those rules are implemented by your planet’s government.”
I stand, fury coursing through me. “Half the men on this ship are not of Mars anyway. If I want to get rid of Nevesta-Vesto rules, that’s my prerogative.”
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br /> He stands now too. “It’s my ship. The rules remain.”
I lean forward. “I will fuck your men whenever and wherever I want!”
“They need structure!”
“I’ll fuck all of them at once if I please!”
He slams a fist against his desk, shaking everything in the room. “And I will punish them to within an inch of their lives!” The captain’s face pinches and he clenches his jaw in the familiar look of an oncoming headache.
I’m shaking as I stare at him. “You know why your head plagues you with pain, Captain? Because of your own foolish pride.”
A wicked, terrifying grin pulls a the side of his sexy mouth. I’m stunned motionless as he comes around the desk, prowling toward me, backing me up against the wall and standing an inch away without touching me. I have to lift my chin to peer up at him, my hands in fists at my side. Every muscle trembles.
“It bothers you, doesn’t it?” he whispers. “That I won’t have you. That I won’t let you lay a fucking hand on me.”
The prick! He’s standing too close. My stupid voice shakes. “It bothers me that a man in charge of such an important operation will not take the proper precaution to keep himself in good health.”
“My health is fine. An obligatory fuck isn’t going to help.”
“Well, it’s good you’ve embraced the pain since it’s the only sensation you’ll be getting.” I put my hands on his chest and shove him hard. He lets me, stepping away and practically snarling. “Good day to you, sir.”
I smack the wall panel and exit the room. Two steps away I hear a masculine roar followed by a huge bang and clatter. My feet halt, heart in my throat. I think he’s just flipped his desk. I’m simultaneously sickened and satisfied that I had such a strong impact. But my emotions are too close to the surface right now. I rush to my room. Once inside, I let myself cry as I move straight to my hair styling center, pressing buttons and sitting to prepare for a change.
It’s time to become a Mars humana on the surface, as I am inside.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Sheralyn and Mother would be so proud. My hair is magenta with choppy layers to my shoulders. Makeup is fierce and dark with small diamond-like gems near the tear ducts of each eye. I wear a black tube top with a tiny black skirt and dangerously high heels. Acceptable dinner attire for a Nevesta on Mars. But when I walk into the dining room, a hush falls over every man present. I make no eye contact until I sit, then I glance at Devlar and Rawko, whose eyes are bulging. They glance from me to one another, then grin sheepishly down at their plates. Both men are hunching. I’ve never seen them so bedraggled, and it fills me with sour guilt.
“Dayum, girl!” Tripoli says. “That’s what I’m talking about. Mars up in the house!”
“Hell yeah,” Tiko says, nodding. “What brought this on?”
I still haven’t looked at Captain, though I can feel his gaze boring into me. I give Tiko a shrug and sip my water.
“Just felt like it.”
He nods as if my non-explanation is understandable. Then I meet Yahni’s icy blue stare head on. The man can go forever without blinking. It’s crazy. He says nothing, just stares for a while before abruptly turning his attention back to his food.
My appetite has been shot all day, but I manage a few bites of greens and chicken. Captain Lexon is the first to finish. He stands and addresses the crew. My eyes lift to him, but now it’s his turn not to look at me.
“The alcohol rule is lifted for the evening. It’s Yahni’s birthday.” The men cheer. Yahni glares at their enthusiasm. “Leave your dishes on the table. Rawko and Devlar are on clean-up duty the rest of the week for breaking orders.” Every single set of eyes goes to me, and my face heats. Word travels fast.
With that, he leaves us. One by one, the others finish and get up, more than happy to leave their dishes behind. I wait until it’s just Rawko, Devlar, and me. I stand with my plate, but Dev takes it from me.
“We got this.” He winks, but there’s no energy behind it. The urge to cry again burns at me, but I hold back as he moves to the kitchen.
“Hey.” Rawko’s voice is gentle. He’s paused from stacking dishes to look at me. “It’s not your fault, Rees.”
I swallow. “Let me help you.”
“Fuck no. That’ll only make it worse. Besides…” He sets another plate on the stack and looks right at me. His smile is soft. Endearing. “It was worth it.”
***
I meet the other men in the entertainment room, and I’m floored at the amount of alcohol surrounding them. Alcohol is more of an Earth vice. On Mars it’s easier to get pills that relax us and alter our state of mind. So when Trip tries to hand me a drink, I pass. It’s fun just to watch them getting crazy. Everyone is there except the captain, of course. God forbid he ever let loose.
I’m quiet as the men surround Yahni, taking shots of clear and golden liquids, talking shit and laughing uproariously. They try to get me to join them, but I decline with a smile, content to watch and be lost in my thoughts. For all my tough talk in Captain’s office this morning, I have no intentions of breaking rules again. I can’t handle the guilt of these men being punished. And I definitely can’t handle another verbal fight with the captain. I’ve been shaking inside all day. Never has a person riled me up so fully. I don’t know what it is about that man.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s because he won’t have me, but I don’t want to believe I’m that shallow. I just yearn to understand him, and I can’t get his words out of my mind. The notion of love he spoke of. If I didn’t know better, I’d label him a romantic. It’s almost laughable.
Someone tweaks my chin, and I look up into Tiko’s face.
“Whatchu thinking?” he asks in his deep voice.
I give him a smile. “Nothing.”
He surely knows I’m lying, but he doesn’t press. “Can I get your help with something tomorrow?”
“Sure,” I say, curious.
He runs a hand over his rows of braids. “I’m tryna take these out.”
“I can definitely help with that.” It warms me that he’d ask.
Tiko nods, giving me one of his rare grins before he rejoins the other men.
An hour passes, and they are quite the scene. It actually scares me a little because I can’t help but wonder what would happen if we were attacked right now. I know the captain did tons of scans and checks of the area before lifting the drinking rule, but still. It freaks me out to see the men out of sorts. Still, when they grab my hands and pull me into the fray of loud music, I dance with them and laugh, letting go.
Yahni is especially wasted, slurring and shoving at the men, saying lewd things to make them throw their heads back in laughter. Then he stumbles and falls into a table, breaking it clean in half. I gasp, but the men are dying laughing. Yahni lays there in the splinters, half passed out. I go to stand over him, and a diabolical idea comes to me. An ironic birthday gift. I smile down at him and put my hands on my hips.
“Hey guys?” I say. “Bring him to my room. And bring some ropes.”
They hoot and laugh as I swing my hips right out of the room. It’s time for Yahni to get a little payback for his months of scaring me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Captain allows two rules to be broken on a regular basis. Milaz always comes to me ten minutes early. And Yahni can have me anywhere on the ship as long as it’s his rotation day. If the other men know of these infractions, they don’t say a word or complain about unfairness.
It’s been awhile since Yahni came to my room. Last week he fucked my ass with my face against the refrigerator after breakfast. It was a sneak attack. As always. He never ceases to take me by surprise and scare me half to death. Not that I mind anymore. But I’m feeling the need for revenge tonight, and I can’t help but giggle as I stare at Yahni’s naked body in the middle of my bed, snoring lightly. Completely vulnerable.
I take the thin ropes and gingerly pull Yahni’s arms up to tie him to each
post. The other guys wanted to tie him up for me, but I want to do it myself. Plus, we’d probably never be able to undo their knots. My heart is thumping a rapid beat as I take furtive glances up to his face, half expecting his bright eyes to catch me and for him to attack, but he’s thoroughly knocked out. I can hardly believe my luck when I tie his last ankle, securing it as tightly as I can. I nibble my lip to bite back a laugh. He’s going to be so pissed when he wakes.
I let him sleep nearly two hours before I strip off my clothes and climb up next to him, gazing down at his Keplarian cock. It’s laid to the side, limp, but still sizable. The lack of balls is fascinating, and when he’s not hard I can barely make out the thick ring at his base. I wrap my hand around him, and then my mouth, and start to work. He shifts lightly underneath me, letting out a guttural sound as he begins to harden. My eyes raise to his face as he slowly lifts his head and looks down at me through bleary eyes.
His cock gives a twitch. “Wha…?” he groans. Then his eyes fly wide and he yanks his arms, trying to bend his knees. I take him deep into my throat and he throws his head back and snarls something in Keplarian, followed by: “I’m going to kill them!”
I slide him out of my mouth, letting my teeth graze his length, and my hand squeezes his tight base. I smile at his frowning, fuming face.
“Happy birthday, Yahn.”
“Don’t call me Yahn. What are you…no.”
Yep, I’m climbing on top of him. Want to know why? We’ve never had vaginal sex. And I want it.
“Reesa! Don’t you fucking dare!” His face is nearly deranged, his hair wild as I lower myself onto his cock, inhaling and then gasping as I take him fully.
“Oh, my stars.” When we have anal sex, he never puts his entire base into me. As I take him all the way to the hilt, his internal testicles do something strange. They mold to me, expanding and pressing against my g-spot with agonizing friction. I can’t even…what in the galaxy is this? He thrashes beneath me, intensifying the sensation, and within seconds I’m grinding against him, moaning and riding and great galaxy above, coming so hard I can barely breathe. Moisture spurts from me, covering his crotch, something that’s never happened to me before.
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