Caph was not quite as long as Aaron, but he was a little thicker, and he felt good as he slid in, pleasantly stretching her even further than Aaron’s member had. He held still for a minute, his eyes closed, his large hands firmly gripping her hips.
“Damn, you’re so sweet. So goddamn tight, baby.” He started a slow, sultry rhythm, thrusting in short gentle strokes with just his large head inside her, alternating with deep, powerful thrusts that rocked her to her very core. She gave up trying to match his pace. He didn’t need her help anyway, taking control of her body in a pleasant way. She’d never climaxed from penetration alone, but she had a feeling if any man could give her that, it might be him.
After a few minutes, he looked into her eyes. “I can’t hold it any longer, babe.”
“Go ahead.”
He plunged even deeper with a loud groan. She felt him inside her, throbbing and claiming her very depths. He pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly to him.
“Damn, that was fantastic,” he hoarsely whispered. She suspected he might be crying but didn’t want them to see. She whispered to him, holding him until he gently kissed her one last time and lowered her to the bed. He was a big man with a big heart. Emi suspected he might be the most emotionally fragile of the three despite his size and demeanor.
Ford switched places with him, smiling at her. “I get to take my time, so I guess I shouldn’t complain about being last, should I?” She grinned. “You gonna talk or fuck?”
Aaron laughed, kissing her damp forehead. “He is a talker. You pegged him right there.”
Ford lifted her legs to his shoulders and stroked his cock deep inside her. He wasn’t as thick as Caph but managed to hit places inside her the other two hadn’t because of the angle. She could do this all night with him, with all of them.
“You like that?” he whispered, his blue eyes holding hers again.
She nodded. All three men had distinctive styles. It would never get boring, that’s for sure.
Slow and steady, he took his time. She watched Ford’s face as his climax built. He was more of a romantic, she sensed. He would be the one she’d need to nourish intellectually as well as emotionally and physically. She imagined nights curled at his side, talking as he slowly made love to her for hours, wanting to touch her soul as well as her body.
He leaned forward, pressing deeper. She knew beyond a doubt she couldn’t let these men go. Emi reached up and touched his face, laying her palm against his cheek, and he kissed it.
“Come for me, baby,” she whispered, meeting his eyes. “Show me how good it feels. Let me see how much you want it¯”
“Ah!” He closed his eyes, pressed deep inside her as his release took him, his cock throbbing. After a moment, he carefully lowered her legs and let her pull him down to her. She held him, stroking his back and shoulders, grateful for the stupidity of the other women who’d turned these men down.
She looked at Aaron, who sat back, watching them intently. She nodded.
Again he was surprised, his eyebrows flicking up almost imperceptibly. He was her deeply wounded soul. She wondered how long it would take to draw him out and finally start his healing. How many years had he been in pain?
“Yes,” she whispered.
Aaron kissed her, long and slow and sweet. “You sure you want to put up with us?”
Caph nuzzled close on her other side, his face tucked against her shoulder. “We’re a handful.”
“You’re my handful,” she said. “I’ll send Graymard a message in the morning that you boys just picked up a medical officer. For now, let’s turn off the lights and go to sleep.” And safely nestled among her men, that’s what she did.
Chapter Six
Emi’s eyes popped open what seemed like minutes after falling asleep. Without an outside window to gauge the sun’s position it was hard for her to figure out what time it was.
A man lay tightly spooned against her, one arm around her waist, the other cradling her head. Closing her eyes again, she settled her mind, reached out, and without looking sensed it was Aaron.
Eventually, she knew, she’d be able to tell each man apart from just the feel of his body or his scent. For now, her nose was stuffy or something, without clear scents or tastes.
“You awake?” he asked, his voice still gruff from sleep.
“Yeah.” She rolled over and realized they were in bed alone together. He captured her hand, lacing his fingers through hers, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked.
She smiled. “Like a rock.” Which was unusual, because normally she awoke at the slightest noise and couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept through a night without waking several times. Not since before her parents died…
No. Not now. She pushed the thought back and slammed the door shut on it.
“Where’s the twins?” she asked. It felt natural and right to call the two mismatched men that.
“They’re scrambling to tidy up the galley. They want to cook you breakfast.”
“Is that safe?”
He laughed. “Yes. They’re good cooks.”
“I’ll send Graymard a message in a few minutes. I don’t want to move right now.”
“We didn’t hurt you last night, did we?”
“No. Pain is not what I would think of when I try to describe last night.”
She shifted position again. Actually, she should be pleasantly sore but wasn’t even slightly achy. Not that she was complaining. It was yet another reason to join them.
“Even if it wasn’t for the chips we’d never hurt you, you know that, right? If you ever wanted to say stop¯” She lightly touched a finger to his lips. He was especially vulnerable right now with just the two of them, a side the other men rarely saw, she suspected. “I know. I trust you.” He sucked her finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, igniting a pleasant flurry of contractions in her lower belly. “How did we get so lucky?” he whispered.
“You needed the right woman who could handle you guys.” She smiled, but it was wistful. “What am I going to do when the five years is up is the question. How could I ever¯” She was interrupted by the sound of Caph walking into the room.
“Hey, Ford! She’s awake!” His beautiful, beaming smile nearly broke her heart. These poor guys had really taken an emotional beating throughout the selection process.
He knelt on the bed next to Emi and kissed her. “How’d you sleep, beautiful?”
Ford quickly jogged in, his blue eyes gleaming. “Sleeping Beauty awakes, and Cap’s hogging her. I can already see how this is going to work.” But his voice was filled with amused teasing, not jealousy. He also leaned over, kissing her.
The twins were dressed in T-shirts and loose shorts, but she felt Aaron’s bare flesh warm against her body. “Anyone want to show me to the shower?” she asked.
She never knew men could strip that quickly. They told her the bathroom was technically called a “head” on a ship, her first lesson of many, she sensed. They had a large combo shower unit that delivered real water or sonic-air showers as desired. They showed her how to use it, opting for the luxury of a water shower since they were in dry dock, and enjoyed helping her clean up. All three cocks were stiff and throbbing by the time they climbed out, dried by the air cycle.
“You guys are going to keep me pretty busy, aren’t you?” Aaron stepped back and let the twins press close, holding her.
“You’d better believe it,” Ford said.