Spider Bight [Deep Space Mission Corps 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

She heard Aaron yawn. “I think we’re well past lunch.” He lifted his head and looked at the clock. “Yep. It’s dinnertime.”

On Caph’s other side, Ford stirred. “Did I hear the growl of the dinner bell?”

“Are y’all picking on me?” Caph asked. He stroked Emi’s hair. When she looked, she spotted his playful smile.

“No, big guy, we’re not picking on you,” she said. “Are we going out to eat, or room service?”

The three men answered in unison, “Room service.”

Emi giggled. “Sounds like it’s settled.”

Ford sat up and kissed her. “A chance to stay naked in bed with you or having to get up, get dressed, and go out? Hmm, let me think. Duh.”

“I get it, I get it.”

“Someone order me something,” Caph said as he closed his eyes. “Anything. Just wake me up when it gets here.”

Aaron rolled out of bed. “I’ll do it. Command decision. I’m ordering us pizzas.”

Emi enjoyed the feel of Caph’s arms around her as she snuggled back down onto his chest. “Sounds good to me.”

When the knock sounded on their room door an hour later, Emi squealed and pulled the sheet over herself even as Caph and Ford laughed and tried to expose her. Aaron donned a robe and went to answer the door and sign for the pizzas.

“Okay, Em. It’s safe.”

She smacked Caph and Ford on the arms. “That was mean!”

Ford grinned. “Hey, I think you’re beautiful.”

“Thought you didn’t want to show me off.”

Caph laughed and crawled out of bed. “Believe me, that guy’s probably seen a lot worse than us naked.”

Despite the different calendars on Mars and Earth, workers still tended to follow a seven-day weekly pattern based on the Earth calendar. Emi and her men checked out of the hotel the next morning and returned to the
Tamora Bight
to catch up on a few chores. It was a Friday, and Delaney and Markkus D’ambroise had the day off. They’d insisted on cooking a huge dinner for Emi and the men. When they arrived at the D’ambroises’ apartment, Caph’s face broke into a wide grin as he got a good whiff of the delicious aromas drifting from their kitchen upon stepping into the living room.

“You cooked ribs again!” he happily exclaimed. It was Caph’s favorite dish, and one Emi and the men didn’t get to indulge on a regular basis in space.

Delaney smiled. “Now don’t we always take good care of our big guy?”

He picked the older woman up and spun her around before planting a kiss on her forehead and setting her down again. “Thanks, Mom!” He headed to the kitchen to say hello to Markkus.

Delaney hugged Emi and the other men. “How are you doing?” Delaney asked Emi as Aaron and Ford followed Caph to the kitchen.

“I’m okay.” Being an empath had its advantages. Emi knew damn well Delaney wasn’t asking about Emi’s hangover from her recent girls’ night out with Donna and Sophie. She was asking about Emi’s mood in regards to what they’d talked about at Kels’ grave a few days earlier.

“Doing better, I hope?” Delaney was also an empath. Lying would be counterproductive.

“Relatively speaking,” Emi hedged.

Delaney gripped both her hands and squeezed. “Remember, no guilt, honey. You didn’t cause our daughter’s death. If the guys had shown up with you on our doorstep a couple of months after it happened, then yes, it would have hurt us. But nearly twenty years have passed since we lost Kels. They deserve happiness.
You
make them happy. What more can we ask for?”

“Keep reminding me of that.”

Delaney kindly smiled. “I will, don’t worry. You all deserve happiness. So, what’s your costume for the big Halloween bash tomorrow night?”

Emi peeked around the corner to make sure the men couldn’t hear her from the kitchen. “An old-fashioned Earth naughty nurse,” she whispered.

Delaney laughed. “That’ll keep them panting after you all night.”

“I hope so.” Then Emi’s eye caught a glimpse of something new, a picture that hadn’t been on their wall the last time they’d visited Delaney and Markkus. Emi walked over to it. It was a picture of her and her men, taken on Earth before they lifted.

“When did you put this up?” Emi asked, deeply touched.

Delaney walked up behind her and rested a hand on Emi’s shoulder. “Ford sent it to us. I had a framed copy made. I wanted it up there. You’re part of the family now.”

Emi’s eyes prickled with tears she didn’t want to cry. Not tonight, when things were going so well. She turned and hugged Delaney. “Thanks, Mom,” she managed to choke out.

She felt a wave of love and affection from the woman. “I meant it when I told you you’re like a daughter to us. It’s only right we have pictures of you up there with everyone else. We’re proud of you and your accomplishments and we love you.” She pulled back to meet Emi’s gaze. “Life is too short to stay hung up on the past for too long. Time keeps moving on whether we like it or not. And we’re beyond grateful that you’ve made our adopted sons happy.”

* * * *

Emi loosened up and enjoyed dinner. She took Delaney’s words to heart. Life was too short not to enjoy every minute possible. Between losing her parents at such a young age, going through the sim experience when she was paired with her men, and their recent trip to the Aroykin colony, that fact had been slammed home in an unforgettable way.

After dinner, Emi and her men helped Markkus clean up, and they all sat talking in their living room.

“So, what’s next?” Delaney asked. “Do you have your mission orders?”

“Not yet,” Aaron said. “I’ll be happy with anything they give us, as long as it’s calm and peaceful.” He slung one arm around Emi’s shoulders. He held her hand in his free one, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. It was his unconscious tic, she’d noticed, a soothing gesture she found completely endearing.

“Yeah,” Caph agreed. “Boring uninhabited planet surveys are looking pretty darn good to me right now.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that,” Ford teased.

“So what are you men going to the party dressed as?” Delaney asked.

“Secret,” all three of them said in unison.

Aaron grimaced as Emi giggled. Both Markkus and Delaney laughed.

“You know,” Aaron said, “I’m thinking I need to go back to making you two take turns talking.”

“No,” Emi said. “I think it’s cute.”

“I keep telling you, Em, you wait twenty years and tell me that.” But the smile on his face belied his words.

“So I don’t get to see what you’re dressing as?”

Ford grinned. “Nope. You have your secrets, babe, and we have ours. Wouldn’t want you to get bored with us too soon.”

“No chance of that, Ford.”

They talked late into the evening. Emi had been unable to stifle her yawns any longer when Aaron patted her thigh. “I think it’s time to head back home. We’re going to have a late night tomorrow.”

She reluctantly agreed.

After a round of hugs, they headed to the tram that would carry them back to their side of the complex. Emi snuggled against Aaron, her head tucked against him and his arm comfortably slung around her shoulders. What seemed like scant moments later, he gently shook her.

“Wake up, Em. We’re here.”

“Huh?” She blinked as she yawned. Caph and Ford looked amused and had already exited the tram.

“Oh.” She let Aaron help her up and lead her off the tram.

It took them another fifteen minutes to walk back to the hangar where the
TB
was berthed.

“I think someone’s too sleepy for sex,” Ford teased from behind them as they walked up the gangway toward their hatch.

“I ate too much.”

Caph laughed. “You can never eat too many ribs.”

“Maybe you can’t, big guy, but I did. I’m ready to fall asleep.”

They made their way through the ship to their quarters. She undressed and immediately curled up on their bed.

The men stared down at her as they started undressing. “You don’t mind if we have a little fun, do you?” Ford asked. His shirt hit the floor.

“You know I don’t mind.” She tried unsuccessfully to stifle another yawn.

“Good,” Aaron said. He grabbed Ford and pulled him close, kissing him. Emi watched with a smile as Ford’s knees practically melted out from under him. He reached for Aaron’s fly and unzipped his trousers.

Aaron buried his fingers in Ford’s dark hair. “That’s it,” he encouraged as Ford fished his stiffening cock out and sucked it down his throat.

Caph, now the first man totally naked, also dropped to his knees. “Quit hogging him,” he complained. He tried nuzzling in but Ford wrapped his arms around Aaron’s legs and stubbornly refused to let him in.

Another yawn cut Emi’s giggle short. She could watch them do this all night. She loved how playful they got with each other.

Ford ended up accidentally knocking Aaron off-balance. He fell forward onto the bed and both Ford and Caph leapt on him. They had him rolled onto his back and stripped of his trousers, briefs, and shoes and socks in seconds. Caph managed to beat Ford to Aaron’s cock that time, deep-throating him and making the captain loudly moan.

Ford, not one to be denied, opted for Caph’s cock after shucking the rest of his clothes. That left Aaron grabbing Ford by the hips and pulling him closer to take Ford’s cock between his lips.

Emi laughed into her pillow, not wanting to disturb their sexy daisy chain of cock sucking. The bedroom was full of the sounds of squirming, sucking, moaning men as they each tried to make each other come first.

Nothing like a little friendly competition.

Aaron, not to be outdone by either of his men, played dirty. He worked one hand between Ford’s ass cheeks. Ford let out a loud moan as he started fucking his hips against Aaron’s face.

That started the chain reaction. Caph, his nose practically shoved into Aaron’s balls, started groaning from the sensation of Ford moaning around his cock. Aaron reached down with his other hand and grabbed a fistful of Caph’s shaggy hair and used it for leverage to fuck the big man’s mouth.

If Emi hadn’t been so tired, the combined feeling her empathic senses picked up from them would have easily gotten her in the mood to join them. Their love and passion flowed over them and her, nearly as intoxicating as any alcoholic drink.

It rarely got better than this. Unless, of course, she was in the middle of their lovemaking.

Ford came first. Emi could tell from the sounds he made and how he suddenly deep-throated Caph. That triggered Caph’s release, leading to another happy round of noises from Ford as he swallowed Caph’s juices.

Only once he knew the other two had finished did Aaron allow himself to climax, rewarding Caph with a mouthful of cum.

When the daisy chain fell still, the men breathing heavy and spent, Emi broke into applause.

“I could make a mint selling tickets to watch that,” she teased.

Aaron arched an eyebrow at her. “Oh, really?”

She nodded. “I can’t imagine I’m the only woman out there who enjoys watching hot guys doing each other.”

“Who says we want to be watched?” Aaron asked. “Not to mention, I suspect you wouldn’t want to share us.”

“That’s true. I am pretty selfish. I want my three hunks to myself. I don’t ever plan on sharing you with anyone else.”

Emi wouldn’t let the guys see her costume, either. She grabbed the garment bag, which she’d hidden in a storage locker in the hold, and headed out that afternoon to meet up with her friends. Along with Sophie and Donna, she holed herself up in Donna’s room after they kicked out the men of the
K-2
. Donna needed help lacing her gorgeous brocade corset, which completed her old-Earth can-can dancer costume. Sophie had gone with an old pirate wench standard.

The other two women gave Emi approving thumbs-up to her short, tight white dress and red fishnet stockings. A push-up bra gave her extra cleavage, exposed by the low buttons of the dress. If she bent over, however, the short skirt would ride up her ass and show her red G-string. A pair of red-and-white platform-heeled boots, and a red-and-white hat, finished the ensemble.

They didn’t know what their men had planned for their costumes. None of the men had told their women about their plans. The women would meet them at the party, which was being held by the head DSMC officer at the base, and surprise each other.

Sophie turned and studied her reflection in the mirror. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting much sleep tonight,” she said with a smile.

Donna grinned. “Hell, I hope I won’t be getting
any
sleep tonight.”

“I still have a hard time picturing your grunts as lovable,” Emi teased Donna.

“I know. They’re like one of those candies with the hard, crunchy outside and a gooey inside.” Donna blotted her lipstick on a tissue. “
Very
gooey. Especially when you add heat.” She grinned.

Sophie rose to the bait. “Dare I ask what kind of heat?”