“She’s pretty.” She handed the picture card back to him.
He looked at it, his voice sad. “Yeah, she was. Mouth on her like a grunt though. You’d think she had a set of balls on her the way she talked.” He shook his head and returned the card to his wallet.
“You’re a lot like her in some ways, totally different in others.” Ford met her eyes. “That’s good. I think it would be too weird if you were just like her in every way. No offense.”
“None taken.” Emi leaned against him as he put his arm around her shoulders.
He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “And that’s our crew story, babe. Like I said, I don’t know everything that happened while he was on that ship. I don’t think I want to. It kills me I wasn’t there to help him, me and Caph both. If we’d been on the landing party, we’d been fighting those fucking raiders. They’d have to kill us all down there.”
He took another deep breath. “I saw what Aaron looked like when the grunts got him back to us, I had to try to keep him alive. I can connect the dots. I don’t need to know unless he ever wants to tell us.
Damn near killed Caph losing her, then as bad as Aaron was, he wouldn’t leave Aaron’s side for weeks. I thought I was gonna have to have him admitted and doped up to get him to sleep. You know what a softie the big guy is.”
She nodded.
“I mean, it was bad for me too. At least I could sort of push it away. I had to keep Aaron alive. I had to make sure Caph didn’t collapse. I could put my energy into them and not think about things for a while.” He patted her hand. “Look, when we get back, don’t go all moonie over either of them, okay? I know you feel bad for them, and that’s okay. They understand. But they’re at a point where they don’t want to go back there. In some ways they’re not strong enough to go back there, not to talk about it. Not right now. Maybe one day.”
“Okay.”
He ran his thumb over the ring and smiled. “It looks beautiful on you, babe.”
“They can’t split us up, can they?”
“No. Not bonded crew, they can’t. Aaron will put the papers in and you’ll be all ours.”
“You’re sure? I mean, there’s no loopholes or anything? I don’t want to be anywhere but with you guys.”
“That’s good, because you’re stuck with us.”
They returned to the hotel and had lunch in the restaurant, then spent the afternoon at the pool. Ford’s mood lifted almost immediately. Aaron and Caph were both playful, tossing her back and forth between them in the water and roughhousing with each other.
She spent time napping in the warm sun, watching her boys as they lounged, talking, along the pool’s edge.
Dinner was casual, again in the hotel restaurant. They split a bottle of champagne, not enough to get them tipsy. Aaron held up his glass in a toast, and they all joined him.
“To the Tamora Bight, may she bring us all safely home. Crew first.”
They clinked glasses, and the others repeated, “Crew first.” Pleasant anticipation tensed Emi’s body. Several times during dinner, Ford’s eyes met hers, and he playfully winked. She still wanted it. In retrospect was glad Ford insisted on waiting. It was something the four of them should share together. After dinner, they returned to the room, and she started to walk through the door when Ford grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her to him.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Oh come on. All of you have carried me in.”
“Not together,” Aaron said.
Before she could complain, all three had picked her up and carried her together, dumping her with a round of laughter onto the bed.
Emi sat up. “Happy now, boys?”
They nodded with broad, beaming smiles and started undressing.
“Oh, yeah,” they all echoed.
Aaron grimaced. “Here we go again.”
They ended up in the bathroom, in the large sunken tub. There was plenty of room for all of them. Emi relaxed in their arms as Ford took over and started seducing her, his lips tenderly exploring hers while his fingers gently stroked her between her legs.
He traced her jaw with his tongue, then whispered in her ear,
“You still want to?”
She nodded, her eyes closed, her passion stirred by the feel of their hands on her.
He kissed her again and turned her around so she faced Aaron. He took over care of her lips her while Caph snuggled in close and played with her nipples.
Emi didn’t open her eyes, enjoying the sensations, giving her body to them, trusting them.
Ford positioned her hips above the water, her knees resting on the steps on either side of Aaron’s legs, and she felt something cool and wet against her ass.
Aaron reached down and spread her cheeks as he kissed her, distracting her. Then Ford carefully, gently massaged her virgin rosette, not penetrating, taking his time, his other hand lightly stroking her back.
When he felt her relax he added a little more pressure, still not penetrating. Caph reached between her legs and found her clit, started circling it with his fingers, drawing a low moan from her. She wanted more and rocked her hips against Ford’s hand.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, resisting her attempts to rush him. “Just relax and enjoy it, sweetheart.” After what felt like hours of hovering, he added more lube and one finger easily slipped in her tight rim. She gasped and he paused, making sure that was a good gasp and not a pained one.
“Don’t stop,” she begged before sucking on Aaron’s tongue again.
The men chuckled. “I told you he’s got the touch, sweetheart,” Caph said.
After a few minutes of this, Ford added more lube and a second finger. “You okay?”
“Fuck yes!” she gasped, and the men laughed again.
When he thought she was ready he withdrew his fingers and pressed his stiff and well-lubed cock against her. “Relax. Breathe, baby.” She briefly tensed as he pressed in past the first resistance, then he stopped, waiting.
Between Aaron and Caph distracting her, she soon flexed her hips against him, wanting more. When he felt that, Ford slowly sank his full length into her with a low groan.
“Jesus, you’re tight, baby. You’re so good!” Caph had two fingers buried in her pussy, his thumb stroking her clit. Her body vibrated against them, every sensation rocking her.
“You okay?” Ford asked, not yet moving.
She broke her kiss with Aaron again. “Yes! Don’t stop!” Emi closed her eyes and enjoyed every second of it, the feel of their hands and Ford carefully thrusting. When her climax hit she screamed and bit down on Aaron’s shoulder to muffle the sound.
Ford held her hips. After a few more thrusts, he was also coming.
He held still for a moment, then wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing the back of her neck.
Caph and Aaron cradled her in the water, supporting her. “You okay, baby girl?” Aaron asked.
She nodded, beyond speech.
After a few minutes, Ford carefully untangled himself from her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She turned and kissed him, sinking into the water with him and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Did it sound like I was in pain?”
“Not sure. Did you bite a chunk out of Aaron?” She winced and turned to examine the bruise forming on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Aar.”
Aaron smiled. “It’s okay. I’ll consider it a war wound.”
“Who’s next?” she slyly asked, looking at Aaron and Caph.
Ford grabbed her around the waist again and pulled her into his lap, splashing water on the floor. “Nope, not tonight, babe. We don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed the back of her neck again, making her shiver with pleasure. “We can do that every night if you want, but until you’re used to it we’re not going to risk hurting you. Besides¯” He cupped her breasts, pulling her tight against his chest, running his thumbs over her pebbled nipples, “we can do lots of other things to you tonight.”