“And here I thought we would have the pool to ourselves,” a familiar male voice called out from across the dome, interrupting the three’s sexy interlude.
They looked and spotted the crew of the Kendall Kant entering the dome. Captain Rob Elloy, First Officer Sam Johnson, Mate Gregor Davis, and last, Emi’s best friend and college schoolmate, their med officer Dr. Donna Stevens.
“You will soon enough, Rob,” Ford called back. “We’re about to head back to our room.”
Emi climbed off Caph and suppressed a snicker as he blushed and sat up while trying to adjust his slacks and hide his stiff bulge.
Donna, also dressed in a swimsuit, walked over and gave Emi a hug. “You guys have your costumes for the party Saturday night?” she asked Ford.
“Of course.” While the Martian calendar was different than Earth’s, people who’d lived on Earth still tended to celebrate Earth holidays in similar fashion. Halloween on Earth was less than a week away.
“I talked to Sophie this morning,” Donna said to Emi. “She said she’s got her costume.” Dr. Sophie Vanderlin was a last-minute addition to the crew of the Braynow Gaston, which had been sent as an emergency support ship for their last mission even though they lacked a fourth crew member. A problem they rectified when they met up with Sophie, who’d been crewing on a medical support ship. After the resolution of the Aroykin colony’s medical issue, the men of the Braynow Gaston asked her to join their crew.
“They’re returning to Earth next week, aren’t they?” Emi asked.
“Yeah, Graymard said he wants them back for more training and to make sure they’re not ready to kill each other,” Donna said.
Ford snorted. “I hope Graymard doesn’t bother putting them through a sim session at this point. He’s liable to get his ass killed.”
Rob’s face darkened, as did Sam and Gregor’s. “Yeah,” Rob agreed. “I told that son of a bitch if he ever put us through another sim session like he did when he paired us with Donna, that he’d better not bring me out of it because I’d wring his fucking neck myself.”
Emi and her men’s sim session to initially pair them and check for compatibility had ended with Emi thinking Aaron was going to die as a huge alien’s fuck toy. When awoken from the sim session and she realized only two hours and not an entire year had passed, and that Aaron was fine, she’d decked Dr. Louis Graymard, the chief personnel acquisitions director of the Deep Space Mission Corps.
Emi later found out Donna had done the same thing when coming out of her sim session. Although her sim session differed from Emi’s, the result had been similar, with Donna thinking two of her men had died instead of just one.
In her sim session, Emi had first met and rejected the crews of the Kendall Kant and the Braynow Gaston. Graymard suspected that Emi, as an Alpha-ranked healer, a Class 2 trained empath, and having a psychology degree, would be perfect for the men of the Tamora Bight. So he deliberately introduced her to two other crews he thought she wouldn’t be compatible with. But the men of the Kendall Kant, since their pairing with Donna, were a far cry from the stiff and starched former ISNC military men Emi had originally met. And Donna was thrilled with them.
The “geek” boys from the Braynow Gaston, a group of scientists from the National Science Institute, were now happily paired with Sophie, although none of them had seen enough of that crew since their return to Mars for Emi to say how they’d changed.
They were otherwise…occupied.
Ford picked up Emi’s towel and tote bag. “We’ll let you guys have the pool. We’re heading back to our room.”
Gregor scooped Donna into his arms and playfully tossed her into the pool as she let out a scream. “We’ll see you guys Saturday night at the party,” he said. He jumped into the pool after her, laughing and holding up his arms for protection as she swatted at him.
Caph slipped an arm around Emi’s waist as the three of them left the dome. Before they turned down the corridor to their room, they spotted Aaron walking toward them. They waited for him to join them.
“There’s Cap,” Caph said.
“Finally,” Emi groused.
Aaron kissed Emi and the other men when he walked up. “What’d I miss?”
“Greg dunked Donna,” Ford snarked. “I have a feeling she wasn’t too happy about it. We decided to come back to the room for some private fun.”
Emi didn’t need her empathic skills to read the smoky passion in Aaron’s brown eyes. “Is that so?” He pulled her to him and kissed her again, deeply, as she felt his firm bulge through his slacks grow against her body. “Well, let’s get to it.”
She giggled. “The wake-up the twins gave you this morning didn’t wear you out?”
Aaron grinned. “No. I think that muscle relaxer you gave me last night helped me get a good night’s sleep.” He’d pulled his back the previous day. Emi’s dose knocked him out…and he missed her wild and wooly romp in the tub with Caph and Ford before bedtime. She had awoken that morning to the twins tag-teaming Aaron, going down on him before he and Caph headed out for a meeting with the retrofit crew.
When they returned to the room, the men wasted no time getting undressed. They all jumped into bed, staring at Emi with hopeful looks on their faces.
She laughed. “You all are going to wear me out at this pace.”
Ford crooked a finger at her. “We’re enjoying our R&R. You wouldn’t want us to disobey orders and not have a good time, would you?”
“Oh, is that what this is? Following orders?” She let Caph hook a beefy arm around her waist and drag her into bed.
“Exactly,” he said, kissing her while Aaron and Ford made quick work of separating her from her swimsuit.
She lay cradled against Caph. The big man’s arms engulfed her, always leaving her with a feeling of safety. He cupped her breasts with his hands and rubbed his fingers over her nipples. They hardened under his touch. Meanwhile, he nibbled on the side of her neck, his warm breath sending pleasant waves of gooseflesh over her skin.
“Going to wear you out,” Caph promised with a sultry smile. “You’ll need a vacation to recover from our R&R, babe.” His teeth grazed the side of her neck, making her shiver again.
She gasped and squirmed against him as liquid heat shot straight from her nipples to her clit. She felt her pussy quickly growing damp. “That’s not much of a threat,” she managed. “Sounds more like a reward.”
“Quit hogging her,” Ford scolded, his smile belying his words. “You always hog her.”
“No, I don’t,” Caph responded, tweaking her nipples and making her moan. “You had her to yourself all morning.”
“He’s got a point,” Aaron noted. “We should get dibs.”
Emi cranked open an eye and glared at them. “If you start taking numbers, someone’s getting slugged.”
The men laughed. Aaron pushed Caph down onto the bed. Caph easily grabbed Emi and hauled her up the bed with him, turning her over so she faced him. He grabbed her by the waist and positioned her so he could thrust his hips up and spear her ready pussy with his stiff cock.
She moaned, closing her eyes and wiggling so his cock pierced her as deeply as possible. The soft down of blond curls dusting his chest rubbed against her pebbled nipples, adding an additional level of pleasure. She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm flesh under her palms.
“That’s the sound I love to hear,” Aaron said. She felt the bed dip behind her. A moment later, he rubbed cool lube on her puckered ring, slowly working one finger inside her ass.
She squirmed against Caph. “Yes!” she gasped.