Dalton, Tymber - Bightmares [Deep Space Mission Corps 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tymber Dalton Read Free Book Online

her neck. “So what kind of mood are you in?” The lightness in his soul had remained ever since their night together before leaving the hub. She hoped they could find other opportunities while here on Mars to maybe help further his recovery.
    She pulled his arms tightly around her and rocked her hips. Immediately, she felt his cock stiffen through his pants, where it was pressed along the seam of her ass. “I’m definitely in a playful mood.”
    His teeth gently grazed her flesh. “How playful?”
    “Why don’t you clarify, Captain?”
    He chuckled. “I think Ford and Caph will finish their chores in record time to get their asses back to our quarters. Question is, you looking for some one-on-one or group playtime?”
    She wiggled her hips again. “Definitely group. We won’t get enough of that the next few months. I think I’m with Caph in wanting to reenact the sim in this case.”
    “Mmm. Good.” He scooped her into his arms and headed toward their cabin. “The more, the merrier.”
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he carried her. Once there, he playfully dropped her onto the bed and stood over her as he stripped.
    “You are well overdue for a damn good fucking, baby girl.” He dropped his clothes to the floor and climbed onto the bed. “I think I want a doctor sandwich tonight.”
    She loved it when he grew playful like this. It was yet another sign of his emotional healing. “Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I want another captain sandwich.” He lifted her shirt and started nuzzling her tummy. “Or maybe I want to see you sitting on Caph’s cock while me and Ford try to suck your balls out.”
    He started laughing. When he looked up, his eyes were crinkled with amusement. “Well, regardless of what we end up doing, I would suggest you get naked if you want to do any of them.” He pushed her shirt up her torso, kissing the bared flesh.
    She quickly pulled it off while he worked on unfastening her uniform pants. Naked under him, he pushed her legs apart and nuzzled the soft, sensitive flesh inside her thighs. “So you’ve been having dirty thoughts about your captain, hmm?” He gently nipped her, making her moan. “Naughty doctor.”
    “Oh, baby, you have no idea how many dirty thoughts I have about all three of you.”
    “Really?” He gently nipped her other thigh, followed by a long, hot swipe of his tongue rasping across her flesh. “Like what?”
    She was going to answer him when they both heard pounding footsteps racing down the corridor from the direction of the galley. By the time the twins hit the open cabin doorway and pushed their way through together, Caph already had his shirt off, and Ford was working on his.
    “What’d we miss?” they parroted as they frantically stripped.
    Emi laughed. “Nothing yet.”
    The impact of both men’s naked bodies hitting the mattress at the same time bounced Emi and Aaron and made her laugh. Aaron lifted his head. His eyes met hers.
    He smirked, that deliciously evil, playful expression that could do her in every time. “Did you decide yet?” he asked her.
    “Decide what?” the twins asked.
    Emi threw her head back and laughed. Aaron explained. “I was offering the good doctor here her choice of entrees off the crew molestation menu.”
    “Ooh,” the twins said, not even bothering to glare at each other. “Fuck yeah!”
    Emi laughed even harder and finally sat up. “Calm down, boys, everyone will get a turn.”
    “So what’ll it be, Em?” Aaron asked. “Doctor sandwich, crème de la captain, or maybe motormouth à la mode?”
    Ford snickered. “Y’all don’t seem to complain too much about how chatty I am in bed normally.”
    “Caph, shut him up for a minute, would you, please?” Aaron asked.
    Caph grinned and cupped the back of Ford’s head. “Gladly.” He pulled the other man’s face down to his lap, where Ford greedily inhaled Caph’s stiff member.
    “Okay, now we can think in peace,” Aaron said.
    Caph