“You know,” Sophie said with a grin, “I never thought I would have found a guy to make me want to stay in space. I thought I was ready to settle down and start a practice or at least get a job on a planet or space station somewhere. Who knew it would take three guys to make me want to stay a nomad?”
Emi laughed. “So, you lucky bitch, you escape the torture of the sim pairing.”
She nodded, her eyes wide. “I told Graymard after what I heard from you two and my guys that there was no frakking way he was getting my ass inside a sim unit.” She shuddered, then glanced at Emi and Donna. “Besides, I told him he definitely didn’t want me hitting him. I’ve had a lot of self-defense and hand-to-hand combat training. He’s liable to lose his head when I come out of that tube.”
Donna laughed. “So he’s willing to save his balls and take a chance on you guys being okay together.”
She shrugged. “Well, I’ve been in space before, seen a lot already. And if I wasn’t ready to kill those men of mine after four weeks cooped up with them in the BG, then I think it’s safe to say five years will be a cakewalk.” She grinned as she took a sip of her wine. “Maybe longer than that if I’m lucky.”
Delaney smiled. “So when do we plan your wedding?”
She held up her hands. “Not that fast. I did let them talk me into bonded crew status. I told them I’m in no hurry for a ring. Did that once, wasn’t worth the aggravation.”
The women looked at Donna.
“What?”
“We still need to have a proper wedding reception for you, girlfriend,” Emi said.
Donna grinned. “My mom is still pretty torqued she missed out on my wedding. I had an earful of messages waiting for me when we emerged from the jump.”
“How’s she feel about you having three husbands?” Sophie asked.
She shrugged. “She actually took that pretty well. Her rationale is she’s just tripled her chances to get grandkids.”
The women ate and talked and drank until the wee hours of the morning. Delaney remained sober and took them all home with her. In the morning, she had three heavily hungover doctors groaning over coffee at her kitchen table.
“Why did I drink that third margarita?” Emi groaned.
“Because you couldn’t finish the fourth and fifth ones until you did,” Donna snarked. “I want to know why the hell I thought it was a good idea to try to drink a bushel of appletinis.”
“Beats me,” Sophie muttered. “I never thought I would think chasing mojitos with beer was a great idea.”
When the front door chime sounded, the three women groaned. Delaney smiled. “Well, that’s someone to take you home.”
She returned with Ford a moment later. He wore an evil, beaming grin. “Good morning, ladies!” he brightly—and loudly—greeted them.
He received another round of groans in reply.
He kissed Emi on the top of the head. “Evening catch up with you, babe?”
“Uh huh.”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Graymard says he wants us all in hearings this afternoon over the Aroykin incident.”
The three women groaned.
“Fucker tries to put me in a sim, I’ll kill him,” Sophie dangerously grumbled. “So help me, I fucking will.”
“I’ll make sure I warn him,” Ford snarked.
Chapter Nineteen
The hearings took two days. After that, the crews were released for some well-deserved R&R while their ships received maintenance, repairs, and retrofits. Donna got her shared cabin. Sophie liked the idea so much she pushed for one, too.
Emi made her men promise not to bust the other guys’ balls about it.
As the three crews took over suites at a luxury Martian resort dome near the Galileo base, Emi felt her stress finally melt away. They had a large joint crew dinner for all of them to celebrate before retiring to their separate rooms.
Emi eyed the luxurious and deep spa bathtub, large enough for the four of them. “You thinking what I’m thinking, babe?” Ford asked as he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
“If it involves memories of that night when you popped my cherry, hell yes.”
He nibbled on the nape of her neck. “Oooh, yes. Looking for a redo?”
She turned in his arms and kissed him. “Maybe. Think I can pull off pretending you’ve never fucked me in the ass before?”
“Heh. That might be a bit of a stretch.” He winced as she giggled. “Sorry, bad pun.”
They turned at the sound of a soft moan from the bedroom. Aaron lay face down on the king-sized bed, naked to the waist, with Caph kneeling over him. Caph’s large hands slowly kneaded his muscles. “Right there?”
Aaron’s muffled moan in reply sounded affirmative.
He’d pulled his back the day before while working in engineering. “I thought you said it felt better today?” Emi chastised as she broke free from Ford and walked to the bed.
“It does,” Aaron mumbled against the mattress. “But it still hurts. Oooh.” Caph must have hit another sore spot.
She walked over to her suitcase and rummaged through it until she found her medical kit. “Lucky for you, I planned ahead.” She set up a hypo. “Pull his pants down, Caph.”
He grinned. “Oh, hell yeah. Doctor’s orders.”
Aaron laughed as he raised his hips enough Caph could reach under him, unfasten, and pull down his trousers. Once enough rear real estate had been exposed, she injected Aaron in the left ass cheek.
“Ow. What was that?”
She sat next to him on the bed. “Mild muscle relaxer, Captain. Sorry, but doctor’s orders.”
He groaned. “That means I’m gonna be sleepy…”
She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Sorry, Cap.”
He was softly snoring before she even sat up again. Caph shook his head. “Damn. There goes my plans.”
“Hey, you can still help me get him naked.”
“Cool.”
“What am I? Chopped liver?” Ford snarked from the doorway.
“No,” Caph said. “But I was hoping that now we’re all together and relaxed and have a few days off we could make the most of that time together before they send us out again.”
Ford unbuttoned his shirt. “You’re as greedy as she is,” he said with a playful smile.
“Duh. Like you’re complaining.” He helped Emi finish removing Aaron’s trousers. They rolled him onto his side and pulled the covers up to his waist. “How long will he be out, babe?”
“It was a mild one, but as worn out as he is, it doesn’t surprise me he zonked like that.” She kissed Caph. “Sorry I ruined your plans, buddy.”
“Ah, it’s okay. I’ll improvise.” He tugged on her shirt. “Why’s this still on?”
Ford stepped behind her and grabbed the hem of her shirt. He pulled it up and over her head and then tossed it to the floor. “That’s much better.”
Caph unhooked her front bra clasp and peeled the straps down and off her shoulders. The lacy black item joined her shirt on the floor. “No, that’s much better,” he said as the fabric parted, and her nipples immediately hardened in the cool room.
The larger man stepped forward, pressing her into Ford. “I say we all retire to the bathroom.” She felt both of their cocks, already stiff, through the fabric of their trousers.
“Excellent idea, big guy,” Ford said. He reached around Emi and unfastened her pants. Caph helped Ford slide them and her panties down her legs, leaving her naked between them.
“Mmm. Beautiful,” Caph said. He bent his head and kissed her. She tasted mocha on his breath, from the dessert coffee he’d had after dinner. It didn’t matter how many times they kissed her or loved her, she still felt almost dizzy from his hot and steamy embrace.