Emi felt her own sex throb at that mental image, of the larger man sandwiched between the others.
Holy crap! She couldn’t wait to see that!
“I can’t hold it,” Ford said.
“Do it,” Aaron told him. “Please!”
Emi felt the bed shake as Ford’s thrusts came faster, harder, until he gave a cry and fell forward onto his arms to keep from crushing them all, gasping and panting.
Aaron’s hips still worked his hard cock inside Emi.
“You okay, Aar?” Ford asked, worry now tainting his post-coital energy.
“Yeah,” Aaron whispered. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Caph. “You.”
“Yeah?”
Aaron kissed him. “Yeah. Right now. I want you, too. I need you.”
Ford carefully withdrew and stepped into the head to clean up. By the time he returned, Caph had positioned himself and slicked his shaft with lube. Ford lay where Caph had, his arm around Aaron as he softly whispered to him.
“We love you, man. We love you so much.”
Caph carefully pressed for entrance. Emi felt his keen worry, even more than Ford’s. When he looked up, she met his gaze and smiled. “It’s okay,” she silently mouthed, not wanting to interrupt them. This was their healing, and she was happy to take a backseat to helping Aaron cross this bridge, however he needed to do it.
Slowly, he pushed his thick cock inside Aaron. Aaron stilled his hips for a moment until Caph was positioned. “Do it, buddy,” he said as Ford stroked his back. “Fuck me.”
Caph carefully held Aaron’s hips while he slowly thrust.
Ford tangled his fingers in Aaron’s hair. “Come for him. I remember how much you enjoyed his cock. You used to love sitting back on his lap, leaning against him while me and Kels sucked your cock and played with your balls.
Emi hoped they didn’t hear her gasp. At this rate, she’d be more than ready for another round of her own. That mental image was just too frakking delicious not to store away for future use.
Aaron softly moaned. “Oh, fuck yeah. I remember.”
“You used to say you felt like we’d suck your balls right out through your cock.”
Aaron groaned as his strokes inside Emi became harder, more erratic as he seesawed between fucking her and fucking himself onto Caph’s cock.
“Maybe next time you can suck my cock while he’s fucking you,” Ford said.
That did it. Aaron thrust hard and let out a loud moan. Emi felt his body shudder as he climaxed. Caph quickly caught up and added his orgasm to it, but before he could pull out, Emi grabbed his arm and shook her head, indicating for him to stay right there.
Now Aaron cried. Not in pain, Emi sensed, but in relief as he demolished some of the mental barriers he’d held on to for years to protect his heart from the excruciating memories. Long, deep, anguished sobs wracked his body as the others held him.
“He’s okay,” Emi whispered to the other two men, reassuring them. “He needs this. This is good.”
Aaron’s sobs turned into loud, long moans, painful to hear. The other two men tightly held onto him as he cried. Emi stroked his hair, feeling him finally letting out at least some of the pain and anguish and loss he’d carried deep inside for so many years. After nearly twenty minutes, he’d cried himself to sleep in their arms.
She patted Caph on the arm. “Be careful, baby. Don’t wake him,” she warned.
“Is he okay?” Caph worriedly asked. “Did I hurt him? Please tell me I didn’t hurt him.”
She smiled as she glanced at Ford. She knew he understood in a way Caph wouldn’t. “Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt him. He’s okay. He’s better than he’s been in a long time.”
Caph cleaned up, brought a washcloth for Aaron, and then slipped into bed on Emi’s other side. He and Ford both kept their arms around Aaron.
She lay there in the dark, unable to sleep as she focused her attention on Aaron. His pain still unwound and drained from him as he felt his lovers around him, holding him safe in their arms. This wasn’t a one-time quick fix for his problems, but it truly started the deeper healing she’d longed to help him find.
Eyes closed, she felt their energies, their emotions. Caph, then Ford, slipped into deeper sleep, into dreams she couldn’t see but which didn’t appear to trouble them. Aaron’s energy curled around him, his body asleep, but his mind still lodged in that half-conscious area where the brain tenaciously refused to let go of thought.
After an hour, she felt him break through that veil and lift his head.
“Em?” he whispered.
She stroked his hair. “Love you.”
He kissed her before he settled back onto her chest. “Love you, too. Am I squishing you?”
“Nope. You stay right there.”
He shifted position anyway, carefully rolling them onto their sides, his back to Caph, hers to Ford. Neither man awoke. Then he nuzzled his lips against her chest, kissing her. “I love you, babe. You have no idea how fucking much I love you.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me for life.” His energy felt lighter, a brighter mental color than she’d ever sensed from him even in the best and happiest of times they’d had together so far. “And you do realize I want to do some of those things they talked about, right?”
He chuckled. “Gonna help me make up for lost time?”
“As Ford would say, ‘Oh, hell yeah.’”
She closed her eyes and, content to know Aaron was okay, she drifted to sleep.
Aaron lay there long after he knew she’d fallen asleep. He listened to the sounds of all of them breathing, enjoyed the feel of their flesh against his, the sweet, musky scent of their lovemaking still lingering in the air.
He hadn’t planned to do that, but caught in the moment, it felt right. Even the tears later felt good. No guilt over enjoying it, no bad memories to sully it.
Nothing but their love and arms holding him.
I’m a lucky bastard.
Then one of them, he suspected Caph, let out a long, rolling, musical fart in his sleep.
Aaron clamped his mouth shut and tried not to laugh, fearing if he started not only would he not be able to stop, but that he’d wake the others. It felt good to want to laugh like that.
It felt good to want to live again.
He finally drifted back to sleep. That night, at least, he didn’t have anything but good dreams.
Chapter Four
Emi sat in her chair in front of the bridge console as she nervously listened to the three men go through a final pre-flight checklist after their umbilicals and the gangways were retracted. After twenty minutes, Aaron hit the com link button.
“Dockmaster, this is the Tamora Bight. We’re ready to depart.”
“Roger, Captain. The pilot tug will lock on shortly.”
Caph winked at her. “This is it, babe. The real thing.”
She stared at the front vid screens, where Earth slowly rotated beneath them. A Cat 2 hurricane churned in the Gulf of Mexico, clearly visible in the waning light. She felt detached from it, as if she hadn’t spent her entire life on that rock. It held memories, her parents’ ashes, and nothing more. Well, her best friend Donna lived there, but Emi had to live her own life. They would keep in touch through messages and video, that one connection not enough to keep Emi on Earth.
Not when she had three men who loved her.
“This is it,” she softly echoed.
Caph frowned. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why the long face?”
“Is it bad that there’s nothing left for me there? What does it say about me?”
“Home isn’t a place, babe,” Ford chimed in. “Not any one place, at least. It’s a state of mind.”