This excerpt is from the first book in my Deep Space Mission Corps series, “Love at First Bight.” Don’t let the fact that it’s sci-fi scare you. It is a character-driven story that will leave you grabbing an ice-cold drink and sitting in front of the A/C! (Also available in print.)
[Menage Amour 34: Futuristic Menage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/F with various combination of M/M, M/F, M/M/F, M/M/M, monogamous polyamory]
Dr. Emilia Hypatia is recently-graduated and looking for adventure. She’s an Alpha-ranked healer, has a degree in psychology, and empath training. Fresh out of a bad relationship with a cheating ex, her five-year assignment to the Deep Space Mission Corps vessel, Tamora Bight, seems ideal. Especially when she meets the three handsome crewmen she’ll spend her time caring for–in more ways than one.
First Officer Caphis Bates is playful and rowdy. Mate Ford Caliban is her intellectual and emotional partner. But it’s Captain Aaron Lucio who is an enigma; passionate, with a deeply wounded and carefully guarded soul.
While sharing their communal bed is a scorchingly sensual experience, Emi soon learns the three men suffer a shared grief, their “crew story.” She patiently works to unlock their secret past, but space exploration is cold–and cruel. Will time run out for all of them before she can heal their hearts?
Her day with Ford started out sleeping late, then curling up on the large sofa in the rec room and watching several old movies, talking, snuggled under a blanket and playfully petting.
They did a lot of talking, Ford somehow seeing deep inside her in a way the other two men didn’t. “Feeling better?” he asked as his fingers playfully slipped inside her sweats.
Emi shifted position. “I have a feeling you’re going to make sure I feel better.”
His finger dipped inside her, then trailed a slow, teasing circle around her clit. “Absolutely,” he softly growled in her ear.
Ford knew what buttons to push, physically and emotionally, to bring her to the edge of release and keep her there. He slipped two fingers into her, and she moaned with disappointment when he stilled his hands.
“Don’t rush me, sweetheart.” He nipped her earlobe, making her arch her back and press her body against his. “I want to spend all day keeping you begging for it.”
Her soft gasp of disappointment made him laugh. “You love it, and you know it. You can’t lie to me, baby.”
No, she couldn’t. He knew her too well that way.
He shifted position on the couch and pulled her sweats off. She kicked them out of the way and felt him shed his shorts, his stiff cock throbbing against her cheeks.
The movie played on without them noticing. His free arm circled her, his fingers gently plucking at her nipples, back and forth, just hard enough to make her sex tingle around the fingers he had comfortably buried there.
Emi rocked her hips against him. “Please,” she gasped.
“I will, but not yet.”
Nudging against him, she tried to coax him into replacing his fingers with his cock, but he wouldn’t. Then his hand settled over her right breast, gently massaging it, his thumb rubbing her rock-hard nipple, keeping it pebbled beneath his finger.
Torture. The sweetest torture in the known universe. The slightest movement of her hips or his hand brushed against her clit in a tantalizing way, but without enough pressure to get her off. After an hour of this he took a little mercy on her.
“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Anything, she wanted him to do anything to bring her relief.
He pulled his hands away, leaving her agonizingly empty, making her moan. He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be taking care of that for you.”
He pushed her onto her stomach. She closed her eyes, wiggling her ass at him, anything to have his touch against her flesh again. Then she felt a familiar, cool wetness against her puckered rim. She froze.
“You okay, sweetie?”
“Yes,” Emi whispered.
She nodded. “Please don’t stop.”
He placed his cock against her dark hole and slowly pressed forward, giving her time to adjust. When he was fully inside her, he carefully rolled to his side again, holding still, returning his hands to their previous positions.
Emi gasped. What would it be like if it was one of the other men inside her instead of Ford’s fingers? That was something she’d thought about but not tried, still a little too chicken to ask for that in real life.
“You okay, sweetie?” he murmured in her ear as he took a slow stroke inside her.
“You like this?”
She pressed against him, turning her head so she could kiss him.
He took his time, reading her body, never letting her get close enough to release to send her over the edge. He tormented her, switching between slow strokes of his fingers in her slick sex and slow thrusts in her ass, alternately playing with her nipples. She lost all track of time in his arms, knowing he could do this to her all day. And he would, if she didn’t come first.
“One of these days, baby,” he whispered, “I would love to take you like this while you’re fucking one of the others.” He punctuated the words with another deep thrust. “I’d love to feel their cock sliding into you, feel them having you at the same time.
Emi whimpered, beyond rational thought.
He withdrew his hand, making her moan with disappointment.
He laughed, sucking his fingers. “Dammit, you taste so good, baby. That’s something else I love. I enjoy going down on you while one of them’s fucking you, baby. I love making you scream.”
He made her scream, all right.
With a hand on her hip he took several strokes into her, his shaft never softening. This wasn’t something she did all the time with them, but it was always easiest and felt most natural with Ford for some reason.
“What’s the matter?” he whispered against her neck.
She wiggled her hips against him in response, making him laugh.
“Aw, did you want my hand back there?”
Slowly, teasing, he slipped two fingers into her, sheathing them deep inside her and she sighed. Still no release, but the feeling was amazing.
She rocked her hips, but he pulled her tight against him, holding her captive.
“No, babe. You’re mine for right now, and I’m having fun. Is that okay with you?”
She groaned, but didn’t protest. Spending all day with Ford like this was definitely not something to complain about.
“Unless…” He didn’t finish.
“Unless what?” she gasped.
Seductive lips pressed against the nape of her neck, in the sensitive spot that always made her shiver. “Unless you want me to call Aaron in here to help us play a little.” He slowly fucked her with his fingers, and she knew what he wanted, that he did really want it.
He froze. “Really?”
“Only if it’s what you want. This is your day alone with me.”
He throbbed inside her ass. “Oh, damn, baby, you mean it? I’ve been fantasizing about this.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Then let’s take care of that, because if I don’t come soon, someone’s going to get hurt.” Emi knew Aaron was in the galley and Caph was on the bridge. She called out to him. “Hey, Captain, got a minute?”
“Hold on,” he called back.
Ford snickered against her shoulder. Thank the gods the sofa was huge, more than big enough for the three of them.
Aaron walked in, pausing in the doorway. “What’s up?”
She stuck her arm out from under the blanket and hooked her thumb at Ford. “Him. And he’s got an indecent proposal for you.”
Amused but curious, Aaron walked over. “What?”