Dalton, Tymber - Bightmares [Deep Space Mission Corps 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page B

surface with her tongue.
    “Come on, big guy. Quit holding back, you damn tease.” Ford fucked him harder. “I’m almost there.”
    Emi wiggled one of her hands free and slipped it between Caph’s legs. She squeezed his sac and sent him over the edge, making him loudly moan against her.
    Ford felt it before he heard him. “Fuck, yeah! There he blows!” He pounded into Caph’s ass, crying out as he sank his cock balls-deep inside his lover and fell still, hanging on to Caph’s legs for support.
    He slowly untangled himself and stepped into the head to clean up, returning with a washcloth for Caph. Emi rolled off Caph, curling up next to him. She smiled when Ford leaned in for a kiss. “Morning, sugar.”
    “Good morning.” She was going to say something to Caph when they heard his soft snore.
    “So much for cuddling,” Ford snarked. “Poor guy. He’s wiped out, stayed up all night. At least I had time to catch a little catnap.”
    Emi wished she could lay there all morning with the men, but then she glanced at the time. “I need to get up. I’ve got to go over the sick bay and medical inventories one more time in case I need to put in another order before we leave. Then I need to get to work in the hydro lab.”
    He helped her to her feet. “Need help?”
    “ You in the hydro lab? I don’t think so.” Ford had a black thumb.
    He laughed. “No, babe. I meant with inventory. I want our plants to live, not die.”
    “Nah, stay here with him and rest.”
    She grabbed a quick shower and dressed, casting one last look at Caph and Ford before she left their cabin. Cuddled together, Caph had rolled onto his side and thrown his arm around Ford’s waist. Ford was already dozing. They looked so cute like that. She enjoyed seeing them intimate together, whether having sex, or simply the way they worked together, or even while cooking dinner in the galley, a hand to the small of the other man’s back as they passed, totally comfortable with each other.
    Her men . Not too many mornings they’d all be in bed at the same time while in space. Not when someone had to stay on watch all the time. She walked to the galley to make her coffee. Aaron had promised her before they left the hub that they’d have a night together, the four of them. Then at least one more before they left Mars.
    She knew she shouldn’t complain because it wasn’t like she had to spend time away from them. She could see them any time she wanted. But she’d miss their comfortably full bed, all four of them tangled together after making love.

    * * * *

    All through his meeting, Aaron constantly referred to his hand-held, both notes he’d made earlier and to take notes of points made by the hub’s retrofit crew manager. He couldn’t concentrate. His mind lay elsewhere, his sleep the night before ragged and ripped apart by the nightmares again, despite having had Emi all to himself.
    Maybe because of it. He hadn’t dared wake her to talk, and he’d sworn Ford to silence. He’d desperately missed Ford’s quiet solace in bed to steady him as he’d always had in the past.
    Emi might rip him a new one if she found out he wasn’t talking to her about this, but he wasn’t ready to dump that burden on her yet. No matter how much he loved her and despite her medical background, Ford was the one he knew he could unburden himself on and not crush him under his emotions. The way he’d always been able to rely on him.
    When he returned to the Tamora Bight later that afternoon after his meetings, he checked the ship’s locator sensors and knew Emi worked down in the hydro lab while Caph still slept in their cabin. He headed to the galley, where Ford was taking inventory, and made himself some lunch. Ford sat across from Aaron at the galley table and aimed a pointed gaze at him.
    After a few minutes of silence, he quietly said, “Tell me, Aar. Don’t hold it in. Not with me. Never with me, you know that.”
    Aaron looked down at his sandwich, his