Ford’s hips began thrusting up, meeting her stroke for stroke. Salty pre-cum freely flowed down her throat as she tried to keep up with him. Ford latched onto her clit and sucked hard, triggering one last, earth-shattering climax.
“Yes!” Aaron grunted, his hips slamming into her.
Ford also moaned. His cock stiffened into silken steel in her mouth as his sac drew up tight against his body and pumped his hot juices into her mouth.
Her body collapsed, limp, on top of him as she slurped and swallowed and tried to catch her breath. Aaron hooked an arm around her waist and rolled off her, onto his side, taking her with him and making her lose Ford’s cock with a wet plop.
Ford slowly turned around and dragged himself up the bed to flop down on Emi’s other side. Aaron kissed the back of her neck while Ford captured her lips again, this time for a sultry, sleepy kiss.
“Love you, babe,” they both said in identically sated, tired tones.
Emi giggled. “Love you, too.”
Aaron and Ford were still asleep when Emi pulled on Aaron’s shirt and padded, barefoot, up to the bridge. Caph lounged in the command chair, one leg propped up on the edge and a handheld in his lap. He looked up and smiled at her appearance. “Hey, babe. What are you doing up?”
She kissed him. He closed the book file he’d been reading and set the handheld aside so he could pull Emi into his lap. “I couldn’t sleep.”
A blond eyebrow skeptically arched skyward. “Didn’t Aar and Ford wear you out, or are they losing their touch?”
She snuggled against his chest. “Yeah, they did, but I still couldn’t sleep. I missed my big guy.”
“Aww, I missed you, too, babe.” He kissed the top of her head. Fortunately, he’d seemed to return to normal as her healing progressed and they returned to a normal routine on board the Bight. She suspected he’d always carry deep wounds inside him from Kels’ death, differently than Aaron had born his for all those years, but still there.
She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. Laundry soap and shaving lotion. The men all three smelled very similar, yet distinctly different, to her. Caph always had a hint of hay and freshly mown grass, to her nose.
“Do you mind if I keep Bucky? I promise I won’t throw him away.”
He let out a snort. “No I don’t mind. Can I ask where did that topic come from?”
She shrugged. “I just don’t want to give him up.”
He stroked her arm. “You can keep him as long as you want him, babe. He’s part of the family.”
“He helped save our family.”
Caph seemed to mull that over for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that. He did, in his own rubber way. I hope we can retire his assistance, though. I’m looking forward to the explore. I’m done wishing for boring, because it seems the past two times I have, it’s brought us nothing but trouble. I won’t deny I’m glad Rob and the K-2 will be close by for most of the trip.”
“How long until we get there?”
He kept her pressed against him with one arm, while with the other he leaned forward and brought up a display on the command console. “Five weeks, from here.”
“No jump?”
“Nah, not worth it, we’re this close. We’d expend more fuel with a jump than we would going sub-jump. We’re not close enough to any stars to get a good recharge from the solar arrays.” He rubbed noses with her. “Why? Anxious to see what other kinds of trouble we can find?”
“Not really. I just want to go somewhere inhabited so I can go shopping.”
“Shopping? For what?”
She grinned. “I want to see if I can find Bucky a brother or sister.”
THE END
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