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

know you want to fuck his sweet cock.”
    Caph’s hands settled on her hips as she sat up and fucked him harder. She felt him straining to hold back, waiting for her to come first. Aaron sat up next to her and played with her nipples. “That’s it,” he coaxed. “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
    “Now who’s the motormouth?” she quipped.
    Ford sat up. She had just enough time to catch a glimpse of his amused smirk before he bent his head to her breast and took her nipple into his hot mouth. Aaron did the same to her other. Then one of Aaron’s hands found its way between her body and Caph’s and started playing with her swollen clit.
    As her pussy throbbed around Caph’s cock, he let out another tense moan. “I’m so fucking close, babe.”
    Emi closed her eyes and fucked him harder, faster, the pull of the other men’s mouths sending neon-bright passion through her body until it centered on her clit, where Aaron’s skilled fingers finally brought her over the edge.
    As she started coming, Caph’s fingers tightened around her hips as he bucked his body up into hers, thrusting hard until she felt his hot juices pumping into her. Drained of energy, her body went limp. Ford and Aaron sat back as she draped herself over Caph’s large frame. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, not wanting to let her go.
    “Jesus, that was good,” he whispered.
    “Damn straight,” Ford and Aaron parroted.
    Even Aaron laughed that time.

    * * * *

    Another difference from the sim, this base wasn’t nearly as large as the massive Galileo base in Utopia Planitia, but the men had already told her they would take her there for a visit. The sim had drawn from the men’s memories for that portion of their experience, and most of their previous trips to Mars had been to the UP complex.
    Emi tried to sleep and couldn’t despite her exhaustion. She really couldn’t go exploring or shopping because the base was in sleep mode. After an hour of staring at the ceiling, she carefully untangled herself from the men, slipped on a robe, and padded to the bridge in her bare feet.
    Mars.
    It was impossible for her mind not to drift, to think about the telltale faint melancholy air her men wore, the collective, sad sigh present in their minds as they’d drawn closer to Mars despite Aaron’s newfound healing.
    Kelsey. The woman the men had loved and lost so many years before. The woman Aaron nearly died trying to save and, in the end, couldn’t. The woman he’d grieved doubly, because he felt guilty for not saving her.
    The woman who’d brought the three men together as more than friends and crew, but as lovers and lifemates. Until Emi entered their lives, Kels had been the last woman the men had an intimate relationship with.
    Her grave was here on Mars, where she’d been born and raised. Where her parents, Markkus and Delaney D’ambroise, still resided.
    Despite anticipating their hot night of lovemaking, Caph had gone uncharacteristically quiet and still during their drop and docking. Ford’s nonstop banter had also ceased. And Aaron…
    Emi felt a deep ache in his soul, the one she’d sensed at the start of the initial sim session, when they first “met” and she joined their crew. An ache he hadn’t had in real life since she joined them that very afternoon after the sim session ended.
    She found out from the detailed report Dr. Graymard gave her about their experience that the sim was a layered algorithm. Just because she experienced one thing with the men didn’t mean they all experienced the same things. The computers seamlessly flowed the time differences together, layering experiences for the various participants while allowing technicians to alter parts of the program to suit their needs, even though the participants’ minds perceived the events happening in a linear fashion.
    For the men, when they’d visited Mars in the sim, the three of them had taken a brief side trip to Kelsey’s grave