Aces Over Queen (The Drift Book 8)

by Susan Hayes

  “I’ve wanted to do this since the first night we got naked.” Her voice was low and breathless. She was as turned on as they were, and they weren’t even touching her. He nipped Royan’s lower lip, and his lover hummed in agreement. They broke apart, both of them turning their attention on her. Owen reached out and wrapped the thick braid of her hair around his fist, guiding her head so that her throat was bared. He ducked his head and kissed her, starting at the pulse point beating beneath her ear and working down to the bare curve of her shoulder.

  “Do you want to belong to us, Tianna?” he whispered the question against her skin.

  She was silent for a moment, but that was only because Royan had sealed her mouth with a kiss that made her tremble.

  When the kiss ended, her answer came right away. “I want us to belong to each other. I don’t know how that will work, but that’s what I want.”

  “We’ll make it work,” Royan said, laying a hand on Owen’s shoulder. “We have to, because I’m not letting go of either one of you. I love you both too damned much.”

  Owen felt exactly the same way. Despite everything they’d been through, the danger, fights, and betrayals, he was happy. If this was what it was like when things were hard, he couldn’t wait to experience what it might be like when things were good again. “You’re a pair of lunatics and you’re going to drive me crazy, but I love you both. So yeah, we’re going to make this work.”

  She leaned back and smiled at them, her green eyes gleaming with tears. “I love you, too. So much. I think you are both part of the life I was always supposed to have. It just took me a long time to realize it.”

  And with those words, the last pieces of Owen’s life fell into place. He was where he was supposed to be, with the ones he was meant to find. He was home.

  Tianna was riding the rest of a wave of happiness and love, the two emotions so tangled up she didn’t know which was which, nor did she care. The three of them came together, kissing, touching, and stroking each other until they were all shaking with need. Eventually Owen took charge, sitting down, legs parted, then drawing her down to sit between them so her back was to his chest and her legs were stretched out in front of her.

  Royan was grinning as he lifted each of her legs and draped them over Owen’s. “Now that’s a beautiful sight,” he said before lying down on his stomach, his face only a few inches from her exposed pussy.

  There was raw hunger on his face as he eased closer, his breath fanning over her swollen outer lips. Without a word, he ran his fingers over her wet folds, gently parting them with his thumbs, then taking a deep breath and staring up at her. “You are delicious. May I have a taste, my queen?”

  “You may have anything you want, lover.”

  “What I want is to watch you come.”

  Owen reached around and started toying with her nipples. “I want to watch that, too. Make her come for us, Roy-boy.”

  Fraxx, she loved it when Owen used that tone of voice. It was sexy as hell, and so was the way Royan obeyed him, every single time. Royan leaned in, swiping his tongue over her clit. She gasped, and Owen pinched her nipples, just hard enough to sting. Before she could catch her breath, Royan slid a finger into her channel, fucking her with his fingers while his tongue licked and teased at her swollen clit.

  He moved slowly, drawing out the seconds, pushing her closer to her breaking point without letting her go over. Owen kept playing with her breasts until she was so sensitive that every touch and pinch sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She was writhing now, raising her hips off the bed in time to the thrust of Royan’s fingers and the flick of his tongue.

  “You ready to come for us?” Owen whispered in her ear.

  “Yes!”

  “Give her what she needs, Royan.”

  Royan growled and quickened his pace, fingers flying now. He sucked the tender pearl of her clit into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue, holding it there until her orgasm hit with the force of a runaway rocket. As she rode the waves of pleasure, Owen whispered in her ear, telling her exactly what was going to happen next.

  “We’re going to fuck you together, now, Tia. Front and back, so deep inside you we’ll be able to feel each other’s cocks. Do you want that?”

  She managed a shaky nod. “Mhmm.”

  “So do I.”

  As her orgasm ebbed, Royan pushed himself back to his knees, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You are my favorite feast in the whole damned galaxy, sweetheart.” He stretched out beside her in the middle of the bed, his cock in his fist and a sexy grin on his handsome face. “Now, come here and let me fuck you, beautiful.”

  She untangled herself from Owen and got to her knees. She didn’t get any further before Owen gripped her hips and lifted her into position, her legs straddling Royan’s waist, his cock caught between their bodies. Owen kissed her shoulder, then leaned down and kissed Royan while she watched.

  “Meet you in the middle, baby,” Rowan murmured when they parted again.

  “You did not just say that,” she laughed and shook her head.

  “Yeah, he did. And yet, we love him anyway.”

  Her braid had fallen over her shoulder, and Royan used it to pull her down to kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth to dance with hers. She lost herself in his kiss, letting herself drown in the pleasure of his touch and basking in the knowledge that he loved her. He didn’t care about her money, her position, or the fact she was a cyborg. He’d never cared about any of that. All he wanted was her.

  Owen moved in behind her, the mattress dipping as he settled into the space between Royan’s legs. He placed his hands on her hips, stroked down to her thighs, and then reached between them to play with Royan’s balls for a moment. Royan stiffened, his cock twitching against her pussy.

  “Whatever you did, do it again,” she said.

  Royan’s eyes closed and his breath hitched as Owen touched him again. “I don’t know whether to spank you or thank you for that, brat.”

  She grinned, then yelped as Owen swatted her ass cheek. “Hey! What was that for?”

  “A reminder that you’re not in charge right now. Relax and let us take care of you.”

  “It’s okay to let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.” Royan lifted his head and kissed her, softly at first, but as the fire between them flared his kiss intensified. Owen pressed between her shoulder blades, one hand on her hip reminding her to keep her ass high as she lowered herself to Royan’s chest and kissed him deeply.

  Owen released her hip, and then his hand was between her thighs again, fingering her pussy before shifting his grip and drawing Royan’s cock out from between them so it was flush against her entrance.

  She shifted her hips, Royan arched his back, and the two of them came together with a collective moan. He claimed her a slow inch at a time, until he was buried deep inside her body and she could feel his cock throb against her inner walls. They kept to the same slow tempo while Owen started preparing her.

  “Barrier gel’s a little cold,” he warned her before letting a trickle of the liquid flow between her cheeks. He spread it over her skin with two already slick fingers, slipping them between her nether cheeks.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “More than ready.” This was something new for all of them. A level of intimacy they hadn’t achieved until now.

  Owen pressed a finger to her tight rosebud, moving gently but firmly until he was inside her.

  Royan rocked his hips, keeping his thrusts too light and shallow to do anything but tease her, the perfect distraction from what Owen was doing. They worked together, her pleasure far greater than any pain, even after Owen added a second finger, stretching her body in preparation for his cock.

  It was almost overwhelming, so many sensations, tangled up with feelings of love, need, and vulnerability.

  “Still okay?” Owen asked, stroking her back with one hand.

  “I’m good. So good.” She rocked between them, dr
iving first Royan, then Owen deeper into her body.

  He withdrew his fingers. “Then I think it’s time.”

  “Yes, please.” There was so much need in her voice it embarrassed her, but Royan cupped her burning cheeks in his hands and looked into her eyes.

  “Relax, sweetheart. Just breathe and remember we love you.”

  She nodded, exhaled, and kissed him again. This time it was a sweet, tender kiss that melted her mind and stole her heart.

  She held onto that feeling as Owen claimed her body, easing himself into her with care. There was a moment’s pain, but then there was nothing but pleasure as her body adjusted. She wriggled her hips and both men groaned as her body flexed around theirs. They didn’t move, though. She knew they were waiting for her, that despite what they’d told her about letting go, they hadn’t taken anything away from her. They’d wait forever if she asked it of them.

  Not that she wanted to wait another second. She raised her head and rocked backward, driving Owen’s cock deeper.

  “I can feel you,” Royan whispered, staring past her to look at Owen. “This is…”

  “Perfect,” Owen finished the sentence, his voice rough with need.

  Slowly, carefully, they found their rhythm, a gentle give and take that filled her first one way, then the other. Her senses overloaded, and everything began to blur and blend together. They moved as one, caught up in a dance with no music but the beating of their hearts.

  She held onto each moment as it came, not wanting it to end, but eventually the pleasure built until she was trembling with need and her control broke, sending her tumbling into an orgasm that crashed over her like a tidal wave. She came crying out their names, caught between the two men she loved and trusted more than anyone else in the galaxy.

  She closed her eyes and let herself drift as the two of them found their pleasure, emptying themselves inside her with wordless groans. Owen slumped over her, pressing her down onto Royan and triggering another small orgasm as his cock stroked deep inside her over-sensitive channel.

  By the time she opened her eyes again, Owen was kissing her shoulder, and Royan was smiling up at her with a tender expression that filled her heart and soul with joy.

  “Love you,” she whispered, staring down at him.

  “And we love you.” Owen kissed her one last time, then pushed himself off of her. The moment of separation gave her a pang of regret, but it only lasted until he settled next to them and brushed a kiss to her lips, and then Royan’s before leaning back and giving them both a smug smile.

  “Mine,” he said.

  “And mine,” Royan said, reaching out to touch Owen’s cheek.

  “And mine, too,” she placed her hand over Royan’s. This is what it would be like from now on. The three of them together, connected by love, laughter, and a little bit of crazy.

  Epilogue

  Tianna sipped her cocktail, happy to sit back and let the celebration flow around her. She’d never been to a baby shower before, but even so, she knew this one was quite unique.

  The dim lights and dark hues of the Nova Club had been transformed into a sea of bright colors and festive lights. There were light cubes on every table, bunting and ribbons tied to every possible surface, and tiny drones flew overhead, occasionally setting off miniature firework displays. The bar was laden with confections and pastries, while servers moved around the guests, laughing, chatting, and offering up free drinks.

  Zura and her daughters, Dana and Mya, were holding court at the far end of the bar. The twins were tucked into an extra large crib by their mother, surrounded by a group of ever changing guests coming to see the babies and deliver gifts and well wishes. Kit and Luke stood beside their wife, looking like the proudest parents to ever breathe atmosphere. Behind them, almost completely lost in the shadows, two cyborgs watched over the family. Ward and Victor hadn’t wanted to come tonight, but they’d relented when they were asked to keep an eye on things so that Kit and Luke could enjoy the night without worry. Not that the two new fathers were going to stop worrying, but it gave Vic and Ward a reason to be at the party without feeling like they had to take part. The others might have forgiven them for what they’d done as the Reaper, but they hadn’t forgiven themselves, yet.

  “You’re quiet tonight.” Owen said. They were on either side of her, chatting to friends and family as they wandered past. Everyone was friendly, but some of them weren’t entirely comfortable in her presence. A few of them because she was something new they didn’t understand, but most of them kept their distance because she was now the owner of this station, along with the rest of Astek Corporation.

  She didn’t blame them. Since taking over, she wasn’t always comfortable, either. She felt like a fraud. Her father hadn’t believed she was ready. In fact, she now knew that he’d been convinced she’d never be ready. She was determined to prove the bastard wrong.

  “I’m soaking up all this happiness.” She gestured around her, drink in hand. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been around so many happy people. And it might be a while since I get to enjoy it again.” The last few weeks had been challenging, but the chaos was starting to ebb, and it looked like Astek had weathered the worst of the storm. Now that things were stabilizing, she was expected to return home. Only, the private moon where her father lived – had lived – wasn’t home anymore. She’d go back to set things right, and then she’d return to the Drift. Astek station was about to become the de facto base of operations for the entire corporation. She could run the business from anywhere, but this station was the one place she felt like she belonged.

  “We’ll be back before you know it.” Royan said, his thumb drawing tiny circles across the top of her thigh.

  “And it’s not like you’re going to be alone. We’ll be with you every step of the way.” Owen set his hand down on top of Royan’s. “I promise, we’ll find a way to have at least a little fun.” She was grateful to them both for what they’d done for her. They’d gone to Zura and resigned, giving up their careers to stay with her. No one had ever given up so much for her. It was humbling.

  “Yeah, your father’s place has a lake, right? We can take Owen swimming. That should be good for hours of fun.”

  “Fuck you, Roy-boy.”

  Royan winked at Owen. “Any time you want to, baby.”

  She knew they were teasing each other to make her laugh, and it was working. Over the last few weeks they’d learned her moods, soothing her when she needed it, making her laugh, and giving her all the support and encouragement she could want. She didn’t always find it easy to accept, but she loved them so much for believing in her. With their help, she’d saved Astek from disaster, and now she was ready to start moving forward with her vision for the company. Things were going to change, not just on the Drift, but everywhere.

  With her father gone, she had finally gotten access to his files, and what she’d found had stunned her. Astek’s core was rotten, poisoned by years of greed, lies, and larceny. There were secret accounts, communications with criminals, and enough damning evidence to ensure that if Cornelius Astor had lived, he’d have spent the rest of his days in a cell. Much of the data she’d found had been corrupted, and the experts at Nova Force believed even more of it had been completely deleted, with no chance of recovery. Someone had done a near perfect job of hacking her father’s life and wiping away huge parts of it. She’d never know exactly what he’d been up to, but she knew more than enough.

  Anger swirled in her gut as she allowed herself to think about what she’d learned. Her father had never loved her. She knew that now. He’d created her to fulfill a specific purpose - to take over the company. He’d wanted a perfect copy, a clone that would carry on his legacy. He’d gotten an individual whose opinions and actions didn’t match his, and would never measure up to his expectations.

  The accident had given him a second chance to recoup his investment. He’d rebuilt her body and reprogrammed her mind. She was still working through that
with Dr. Virness, trying to separate her thoughts and feelings from the ones she’d been conditioned to believe were hers. It would take months, or maybe years, before she would be able to trust her own mind. It helped that she now had her medical files, the ones he’d hidden from her. It detailed everything they’d done to her, and included the names of everyone involved. She’d given a copy to Nova Force, and they were investigating. So far, they hadn’t been able to locate anyone. A few were dead. Most had vanished in the years since her accident. Owen and Royan believed they were probably still active somewhere, working for the Gray Men.

  The Gray Men. All evidence pointed to the fact her father was one of them, though there was nothing concrete. Whoever had deleted his life had been particular, leaving behind just enough information to make it clear he’d been a criminal without incriminating anyone else. At least, no one who could answer any questions. They’d left the data about what had been done to her, though. Every bit of it. Something told her that hadn’t been an accident, and neither had her father’s death.

  Officially, his death had been ruled a suicide. The final act of a desperate man whose secrets were all about to be revealed. She didn’t believe it, and neither did Nova Force, but they preferred to keep that information quiet. They suspected her father had been murdered before his arrest exposed the Gray Men’s secrets.

  It was clear now that they’d been involved in rebuilding her. Their people. Their tech. She was an experiment to them. One her father had deemed a failure. He’d been the one to order the attempts on her life. He’d paid the cartels to have her killed. Hacked Tink. Made it possible for someone to get the explosives on board. That information hadn’t been wiped, either. Not all of it. They’d left breadcrumbs behind for her to find. Taunting her with grim snippets of the truth.

  She knew now that the Gray Men had come to her father with an offer. A chance to extend his life with a new type of medi-bots. He would have had more time to try for another heir. To try again to create the perfect legacy, using her DNA as a starting point. She’d discovered that during her initial surgeries, her father had ordered her eggs be harvested and placed in cryo-storage.