by Susan Hayes
Luke took her wrists in his hands and placed them on the arm of the sofa. “We were, but only so Kit could explain what he was thinking. As for what’s perfect, that would be you, standing like that. Absolute perfection. Don’t move.”
“Keep in mind that I don’t take orders well. That’s why I’m the captain of my own ship,” she muttered but kept her hands where they were…for now.
Luke chuckled and kissed the curve of her shoulder before moving away again. “That’s one of the many reasons I like you, but for now, do as you’re told.”
She missed the warmth of their bodies surrounding hers. The cooler air of the room made her shiver and sent a wave of goose bumps chasing over her skin. Before she could protest their absence, Luke reappeared, gloriously naked. She drank in the sight of his sculpted body and sizeable cock as he knelt on the couch so that he was facing her. The moment he was settled, he leaned in and kissed her with an all-consuming hunger that rekindled the fire in her blood and made her forget all about being cold.
While her focus was on Luke, Kit moved in behind her, his big hands stroking down her flanks to her hips. He leaned down to press a string of kisses along her spine, then moved one hand from her hip to the slick lips of her pussy. She moaned and arched against his probing fingers while Luke began playing with her breasts again.
“You are so damned sexy,” Luke said as he skimmed a fingertip around her areola and flicked the hardened nipple.
“Beautiful,” Kit murmured, his breath fanning across her bare skin.
Zura was flying high. They were finally going to be together, and they somehow hadn’t even made it to a bedroom, yet.
Kit was enjoying every second of their time with Zura. Seeing her like this, with her naked body glowing with arousal and her voice husky with need, was enough to make him want to keep the damned door locked for a week. Maybe longer. He stroked his fingers through the cream-soaked folds of her pussy, focusing his attention on the swollen nub of her clit. Every touch made her tremble and rock against him, and her responsiveness was making it nearly impossible to think. All he knew was that he hadn’t even had her yet, and he was already certain that when this night was over, his life wouldn’t be the same.
He leaned over her, wrapping his fingers in the warm silk of her hair and breathing in the scent of her arousal. The way she was bent over put her breasts at the perfect height for his brother to fondle while he kissed her. Watching her with Luke was making it hard for him to remember their plans to go slowly, and Luke had already made it clear he wasn’t in the mood to take it easy or slow.
“I need you, Kit. Don’t make me wait any longer,” Zura said.
Her soft words undid the last of Kit’s good intentions, and he shifted his hands back to her hips, coaxing her up on her toes. It only took a few adjustments to find the right angle to bring them together, and then the head of his cock was seated at her entrance. He eased into her an inch at a time, savoring the welcoming heat of her body. She moaned and pushed backward, driving him deeper.
“More!” she demanded.
“Patience. You’re so damned tight around my cock it’s incredible, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Zura turned her head to smile at him over her shoulder. “I’m not going to break, I promise.”
Kit stared into her eyes and felt something give way deep in his soul. He uttered a wordless groan, and then buried himself balls deep in her body. She moaned in response as her inner walls clamped around his dick.
“Yes!” Her wild cry filled the room.
His brother sealed her mouth with a kiss that muffled her cries as Kit gave free rein to his desires. Even then, her moans were loud enough for Kit to hear her pleasure. He wrapped an arm around her waist so that she was lifted, supported by his forearm. The slight change in angle made it so that his cock stroked over her g-spot with almost every thrust.
Soon, she was trembling in his arms, her fingers sunk deep into the arm of the couch as she braced herself against the pounding rhythm of his hips. Luke groaned, and Kit looked up to find that Zura had taken Luke’s cock into her mouth. The sight was almost enough to make him come on the spot. Luke’s hands were buried in Zura’s hair, and his head was thrown back in ecstasy as he worked his shaft between her lips.
Kit’s strokes grew more erratic, his pace accelerating as his orgasm grew imminent. Aware that Zura hadn’t reached hers yet, he shifted his hand so that he could reach between her legs and press the pad of his index finger hard against her clit, trapping it against her pubic bone. She stiffened, shuddering as the new contact pushed her closer to her breaking point.
The sounds of sex and pleasure filled the room as the three of them soared together. When Zura came, she started a chain reaction. The pulsing grip of her inner walls triggered Kit’s release, and moments later Luke shuddered and withdrew from Zura’s mouth, fisting his cock hard to stave off his orgasm.
Zura had to take a few deep breaths before she could speak again. “Wow,” she finally managed to murmur as she relaxed her death grip on the arm of the couch and lifted her head.
“What she said,” Luke groaned.
“Why didn’t you finish?” she asked Luke.
He flashed a sultry smile that made her pulse race yet again. “Because, gorgeous, I want to be inside you when that happens. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so damned talented with that tongue of yours. You nearly broke me.”
Kit eased her back down so that she was standing squarely on the ground and then he withdrew from her with a contented sigh. “Addictive. That’s what you are. Beautiful, sexy, and very damned addictive.”
“You two are going to give me a swollen head the way you compliment me. It’s sweet, but it’s not necessary.”
Kit swatted her ass just hard enough to sting a little. “Stop that. That’s the second time you’ve tried to deflect a compliment. I know what I’m saying, little one, and I mean every damned word.”
“Did you just spank me?” she asked, straightening up despite the fact her legs were still shaking from the mind blowing orgasm Kit had given her.
”I do believe he did,” Luke said with a snicker.
Kit arched a dark brow and stared down at her without a hint of remorse in his expression. “I did, and I’ll do it as many times as it takes for you to understand that we think you are beautiful and sexy and amazing.”
She didn’t know whether to be amused, indignant, or furious, and somehow ended up being all three at once. “Are all cyborg men this arrogant and pushy?”
“Yes,” both brothers answered in the same breath.
“Awesome,” she muttered under her breath.
“If you’re done distracting our girl now, Kit, I’d like to get back to what we were doing a minute ago. Zura, my beauty, come here.” Luke had moved to the center of the couch, but was still on his knees, facing her, and he patted the spot directly in front of him.
Kit didn’t give her a chance to move on her own. He scooped her into his arms, lifted her over the arm of the couch, and into Luke’s waiting embrace.
“Thank you, my brother,” Luke almost purred with satisfaction as he settled her so that she was sitting on his lap, her weight on his thighs and her legs wrapped around his waist.
“I could have walked,” she protested.
“Our way was faster. We’ve wasted enough time getting to this point. I don’t want to waste another second. I want you. Now. Tell me you want that, too,” Luke murmured.
“So much it scares me,” she confessed and kissed him. He groaned and kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth to tease and taste. His cock was a steel-hard rod pressed against the lips of her pussy, and she could feel it swell and thicken the moment her lips touched his.
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” Kit said from somewhere behind her.
She knew that wasn’t true. If this didn’t work out, she would be losing two friends, and her heart might never recover.
Please, let t
his work.
Luke’s kisses were demanding and fiery, and there was no denying the passion that blazed between them. His arms tensed as he lifted her a few inches, shifting their bodies so that his cock was lying between her labia. When he moved her again, it was to slide her along his hard length. Her clit throbbed against the pressure of his cock as he stroked through her folds. A low, rumbling groan rose from his chest, and she knew he was feeling the same delicious torment she was. She wrapped her arms around his neck and used him to leverage herself a little higher. She wanted him inside her.
“No more teasing,” she whispered against his lips.
“No more waiting,” he replied, bringing their bodies together so that the thick head of his cock stroked along her clitoris one last time before sliding into her channel.
“Finally,” Luke spoke so softly that she barely caught what he said.
“And whose fault is that?” she asked, teasing him.
Kit burst out laughing, and she turned her head to find him still naked and watching them from a chair at the table they had abandoned.
“It was his fault, gorgeous. I knew what I wanted a while ago, but I had to wait for Kit to figure it out for himself,” Luke replied before dropping his head to the crook of her neck and nipping her throat sharply.
The brief bite of pain made her pussy clench around his cock, and he groaned in approval. He buried his face against her throat, muttering something she couldn’t quite hear as he drove himself deep into her body.
Luke was battling to stay in control, and it was a fight he was losing. He had nearly bitten Zura hard enough to leave a mark, and some dark corner of his psyche was still demanding he do just that. Mark her. Brand her so that no other male would dare to look at what was his.
Her skin was glowing and flushed with passion, her lovely eyes closed as she worked her body over his. Her inner walls milked his dick with every move she made, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. He shifted her in his arms, loosening his hold so that the angle between them opened a few degrees. The moment he moved, Zura’s eyes flew open, and she moaned. Her legs tightened around him and a soft shudder rolled through her body as he hit her g-spot again.
“Yesss,” she moaned again.
“Touch yourself, Zura. I want to watch you come before I do. I want to feel you coming around my dick.”
“I figured Kit would be the bossy one,” she muttered.
“Same software, remember? We’re both bossy. Get used to it.”
“I’m only doing this because it’s a good idea,” she retorted before unwinding one arm from around his neck and slipping it between their bodies to where they were joined.
The added pressure of her fingers against his shaft made his balls tighten, and his control slipped another notch. There was enough space between them for him to see everything as she rode him, her breasts bouncing slightly in time to the rocking of their bodies. Her skin color intensified, her stripes darkening even as her eyes gleamed like molten silver. Every breath grew more ragged and uneven as she neared her climax. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the vision she presented. Wild, passionate, and beautiful, she rode him hard as she took what she needed.
Watching her reach her climax was more intoxicating than the finest liquor. She threw back her head and cried out his name as she came, her body arching against his as she came apart in his arms. Knowing she had found her release, he finally gave into his own. He switched their positions, lowering her to the couch so that he was on top of her, his body pinning hers down as he took her hard and fast.
She released her legs from his waist, freeing him to move even faster, and it wasn’t long before he found his own release, emptying himself inside her until he felt as though he was being turned inside out. He was still regaining his senses when Zura started to giggle beneath him.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m trying to figure out what we’re going to tell your sister when she asks what happened to the couch in here.”
“Huh?” Luke had no idea what she was talking about until he started to look around. At some point after he pinned her down, he must have lost control, because the cushion was now crushed and mangled where his left hand had been. He had gripped it too tightly, destroying it.
“You ever notice how most of the furniture in the club is the same from room to room?” Kit asked.
“Not really. Is it?”
Luke grinned at her. “Oh yeah. There’s a reason for that. It saves on replacement costs when you order in bulk. Out here in the Drift, damage happens.”
“Regularly,” Kit agreed.
“Do you lose control like that often? I’m starting to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into here,” she said, laughing the whole time.
“Only with you,” both of them answered at once, sending her into another gale of laughter.
“You’re really adorable when you do that, you know,” she told them when she had the breath to speak.
“That’s no way to talk to the man who just made you scream his name,” Luke grumbled playfully.
She stuck her tongue out at him and wriggled a little. “You’re my men; I can call you whatever I want.”
“Your men. I like the sound of that,” he said as he kissed her and withdrew from her body with care.
“I do, too,” she said and sat up.
“I think it’s time we took this to another room. One with a shower and a big, soft bed,” Kit announced.
“Tell me your rooms aren’t far away. The last thing I want is to get caught sneaking down the hall looking like I was part of an orgy.” She raked a hand through her disheveled hair and laughed. “I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what I look like at the moment.”
“You look sexy as hell and very debauched. It’s a good look for you,” Luke told her as he rose to his feet and started hunting for his clothes. He would put them on only as long as it took to make the walk back to Kit’s quarters, which were the closest to where they were right now. The moment they were through that door, he planned on getting naked again and staying that way for the rest of the night.
Maybe they would keep Zura naked and in bed all day tomorrow, too. They might have been slow to make their move, but now they had, he wasn’t going to let her stray far from his side or their bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Zura tucked the last of her things into her bag and slipped the strap over her shoulder. In her hand was the keycard Kit and Luke had given her two nights before. It struck her that this place, and the key she held, represented something she had never considered the first time she set foot inside the club. The club had become a second home to her, a place where she felt like she truly belonged. It had been a gradual change, but there wasn’t any way she could deny it any longer.
She was going to miss this place while she was gone. The club, and everyone in it, especially two arrogant, sexy-as-hell brothers who had recently tilted her world on its axis.
Zura left her room and made her way to the elevator. She had a job to do, and to do it she needed to get back to the Sun Sprite. Once she was back from this run, the three of them were going to have to talk about how this relationship was going to work. She had come out here to start over and forge a new life for herself, a simple life. The last thing she had expected was to wind up dating a pair of cyborgs.
So much for simple.
The elevator door opened on the main level, and instead of the empty hallway she was expecting, she found herself face to face with her lovers. They were standing shoulder to shoulder, blocking the corridor completely.
“Come to say goodbye?” she asked, pleased to see them again.
“Not exactly,” Luke said with a hint of a grin.
“You can’t keep me here. If that’s your plan, forget it. I’m due to leave in two hours, and I don’t plan on being late.”
“You’re cute when you get all feisty, little one. We’re not here to try and stop you. Luke is here to say goodbye, and I’m here becaus
e I’m going with you,” Kit said.
He stated it with such casualness, it took her a moment to register what he was saying, but then she noticed that he had a bag packed and slung over one shoulder.
“You’re coming with me? How’s that going to work? You’re needed here.” Zura was torn. Part of her was rejoicing that they cared enough about her to want to watch her back, even while she was away from the Drift. Another part of her chafed at the idea of having someone else aboard her ship, particularly a certain arrogant, pushy cyborg who had announced he was going with her on a run instead of asking.
“Nope, we’re kicking him out.” Cyn appeared in the hallway behind the two men. “He needs to get away from here for a few days, and as it happens, you’re going in that direction.”
Zura scoffed. “Since when is ‘away from here’ a direction?”
Kit chuckled. “My place is with you. You’re not going out there alone this time, Zura. You need someone to watch your back, and I’m volunteering for the job.”
“You’ve never taken so much as a day off in all the time I’ve known you. Are you sure about this?”
He folded his arms across his chest and gave her a stern look that made her pulse kick up a couple of notches. It wasn’t fair that he looked so damned sexy when he went into full commander mode.
“We’re not going to the far end of the cosmos; you said it was a short run to a restock station. We’ll be back in less than a week. It’s been pointed out to me by my business partners that I have them, along with a well-trained and fully capable staff, who can take care of the club while I’m gone. You have no one, Zura. Therefore, I’m coming with you.” He paused, and his lips quirked into a ghost of a smile. “Please?”
And there it was. He said please. A little late, but he was still making an effort. Zura knew it wasn’t in Kit’s nature to ask permission for anything. “Are you traveling as crew or cargo?”
“Crew. For the duration of this flight, I’m your security officer and bodyguard.”