Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
“Perfect,” Jamef murmurs in my ear and then kisses my temple. “I’ll leave you to her.”
He slips away and gets to his feet, and I look over at Bethiah. She’s got a tight look on her face that worries me. It’s not the pleasure, I think, but the fact that we’re focused on her, and I fret that it’s going to chase away her orgasm. “Kiss her for me?” I ask, because I suspect she needs a distraction. “See if you can get her to make the same noises I did.”
If Jamef senses what I’m doing, he doesn’t say it aloud. He just grunts and moves forward toward Bethiah’s face, resting on his knees. Instead of kissing her right away, he takes her hand in his and presses a kiss to her knuckles, his other hand stroking her wet hair back from her brow. “I love it when we all play together.”
I expect Bethiah to say something caustic, but she clings to his hand, her face scrunched as if she’s fighting an orgasm for dear life. Can’t have that. I withdraw my hand and lick my fingers, tasting her. “She’s sweeter on the tongue than you,” I comment. “I’ll have to do this often.”
And Bethiah makes another one of those choked cries when Jamef leans over and kisses her.
I get my fingers good and wet in my mouth, and then return between her legs, sliding deep inside her, so deep that the webbing between my fingers stretches against the entrance of her body. I tickle that little spot inside her, all the while pressing kisses to the inside of her thigh and murmuring about how beautiful she is—because she is—as she and Jamef kiss desperately. I can tell by the shaking in Bethiah’s legs and the way her cunt flutters around my fingers when she’s close, and I press harder, more determined to give her just what she needs.
When she sobs her release, I feel victorious. I did that. I watch her cling to Jamef as she kisses him, my fingers drifting in and out of her juicy cunt in lazy strokes, and I love this moment. I want to stay here forever, just the three of us, sharing and loving.
Bethiah finally lets out a shaky laugh as I pull my hand from her body and lick it again. “So much for your shower, fluffit.”
“Oh, I’m still going to wash you,” I point out. “That was just a warm-up for tonight.”
“Tonight, eh?” Jamef asks.
I nod. “We have a big bed, and I want all of us together tonight. I want both of you, and I want all three of us to come, together.”
“Tall order,” Bethiah wheezes, but her legs are still shaking.
Nah. Not a tall order. Just me asserting myself with my mates. If she has to sit on his cock and I sit on his face, we’ll all be happy campers. I just need all three of us touching and loving and bonding.
I wonder if Hazza has any sexy lingerie I can borrow.
Sixty-Three
BETHIAH
I hate feeling vulnerable. It makes me anxious, and feeling anxious is the only thing I hate worse than feeling vulnerable.
Yet the vulnerable feeling remains all day. Dora’s in a happy mood, full of kisses and hand-holding and basically clinging to my side and giving me adoring looks. After our shower (in which she washed me with far too much attention), she’s insisted on remaining with me as we walk around the moon base. I think she senses that I don’t want to go and spend time with the other women, which only makes me feel worse. It’s like she knows what will bother me and is trying to make things as easy as possible.
It’s sweet and thoughtful and that’s why it’s making me crazy.
Because I’m trying to find reasons to bail out on both Dora and Jamef, and they keep being too good, too perfect. I don’t trust perfect, just like I don’t trust Dora’s fingers making me come, even as Jamef kissed me and held my hand, reassuring me that he’s strong enough to take care of us both.
Maybe that’s the problem. I don’t want to need anyone and now I need two people.
Nothing good ever came out of a corsair being vulnerable. Our job depends on us being hard and bitter and the ability to see through the bullshit of others. Corsairing doesn’t work if you’re, say, a dark-eyed human holding the hand of another female and gazing adoringly up at her. Any enemy could take Dora down in an instant. She’s not paying attention to her surroundings. Kef, I’m not paying attention to our surroundings. I haven’t taken a job in weeks, either. If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall on the inactive list at the guild. If that happens, when I activate again, I’ll have to take a pay cut. The guild punishes those who are inconsistent, and I don’t want that to be me. I’ll have to talk to Jamef—