“Oh.” She hoped she wasn’t tensing up, wanted to remain casual. “Families?”
Lima smiled. “Parents. Siblings. One of the prerequisites for being on a SOTIF team is you cannot have a significant other, or children. They wanted us able to focus on our jobs.”
“In other words,” Quack said, “we’re single.”
Relief flooded through her. “Oh.” Then she started to consider the flip side of that equation. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.
Damn, they’re cute.
Wasn’t she entitled to a little fun in her life that didn’t cost her anything?
Well, except maybe her heart.
Quack gently placed his hands on her upper arms. “We aren’t loose men,” he said. “Not saying we’re not human, but we prefer not to randomly sleep around.”
“We’re choosy,” Lima joked.
“There is that,” Quack agreed. He gently caught her chin and tipped her face up so he could look into her eyes. “We get it that you don’t trust easily. That’s not a problem for us. But at some point, trust needs to come into play. You have to understand we aren’t here to play games.”
“I get it. You might have to leave tomorrow.”
“No, not tomorrow,” Lima said. “Not likely. We’ll probably be here for a while.”
She didn’t want to ask but asked it anyway. “And then what?”
“That’s up to Papa,” Quack said. “But considering Pandora and Clara are now part of our happy band of misfits, I’m guessing if you wanted to come along, you could.”
“Me? But what could I do?” She shoved thoughts about how fast the conversation was moving out of her brain. This was just what-if talk. This wasn’t for real. She could humor them.
“Are you not a mechanic?” Quack asked.
“I can fix things, sure. Some things. Not everything. I’m no genius.”
“That’s still an important skill. Pandora’s becoming a fighter in her own right. Clara is not only a nurse, but a valuable asset for interrogation, and she’s helping as a lab assistant.”
Wait, what? “But what if your leader guy says no?”
Quack leaned in and kissed her. Gentle at first, gradually more insistent, until, finally, she felt his tongue lightly tracing the seam of her lips.
She didn’t want to give in to that kind of thinking. Didn’t want to let either of them into her heart. Didn’t want to disturb that carefully cultured wall protecting her from people who could hurt her, violate her trust.
But maybe they could help her save Marvin.
Maybe they could do what they said and help get a vaccine developed for Kite.
Did she really want to stay scared and mistrustful and lose out on a chance to make all that happen?
If she did nothing, Marvin was gone, regardless.
Maybe if she listened to them, she might have one more reasonably good chance to save Marvin.
Then again, if I left, who would take care of Aunt Darla?
Maybe all she was destined to have with these men were a few moments here and there before their mission and purpose took them out of her life for good.
But while they were here, there was no reason she couldn’t enjoy them.
With a will of their own, her arms draped over Quack’s shoulders. She felt his cock harden against her, a bulge pressing against her mound through their clothes.
Behind her, Lima pressed against her back. She felt his bulge, too.
Holy crap!
She’d had a lover before. Just after graduating high school, she’d dated a decent enough boy. The first one she’d trusted enough to make love to. But then his parents found out Stacia had no money and they’d forced him to break things off with her.
He’d listened to them, since they were paying his college tuition and expenses.
Same shit, different day. The rich only wanted to be around the rich, and the poor were, in their eyes, dogshit.
She hadn’t bothered trying again.
“Why do you want me?” she asked when Quack let her take a breath.
“Because you’re beautiful,” Quack said. He cupped her face in his hands, tucking her hair behind her ears. “You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re strong. And we happen to really like you.”
“You barely know me.”
“We know that life has gotten crazy, and the future is far less certain than it ever was before. There is an abundance of many things in this world except for time. We want to help change things around. Maybe we find the vaccine for Kite and that helps revolutionize the world’s economy. China is burning itself out with the virus. Lots of shit they made we’ll have to start making here again. Lots of jobs.”
“Meaning lots of money making it into the economy finally,” she said.
“Spread all over the place and not just in the hands of the rich,” Quack added. “I think that’s a great idea, personally. I want to be a part of that. Of making that change.”
She nodded. “Yeah. Me, too.”
“Make that three of us,” Lima said. “And if we screw up, well, time is pretty damn short. I’d rather not waste my time second-guessing myself.”
Maybe she could save her brother. Maybe she couldn’t. He was twenty-five-farking-years old.
And he really can’t help the way he is.
But he was an adult. She’d spent a majority of her childhood trying to help take care of him. Yes, she wanted to save his life, but maybe it was time she quit trying to change him and worried about changing herself.
Or the world.
When do I finally get a chance to do things for myself because I want to, instead of for Marvin because I need to?
Quack leaned in and kissed her once more. This time, he kept his sweet brown eyes open, and so did she. Both men’s eyes were brown, but where Lima’s looked like dark, creamy coffee, Quack’s were lighter, not quite hazel, with little flecks of gold in them.
It was those flecks she committed to memory before closing her eyes again and losing herself in his kiss.
Lima nibbled on the back of her neck. “Please, trust us. We won’t let you down.”
If nothing else, she wanted Lima to keep doing what he was doing.
And she wanted Quack to keep kissing her.
She definitely wanted that to keep happening.
Thus far, the men had given more than they’d gotten from her. They hadn’t looked for anything more than her trust. She suspected if she put the brakes on things right now, that they’d stop if she asked.
She didn’t want them to stop.
Ever, at this rate.
The men paused to pull off their shirts, and she nearly came in her panties right there. Hard, ripped pecs, solid arms, and while Quack had a light dusting of dark hair across his chest, Lima had a delicious-looking treasure trail that disappeared south under the waistband of his trousers.
Nom!
She felt their bulges pressing into her, front and back, and wanted them in her. Immediately. Before they changed their minds, or before she did something stupid like second-guess herself and chicken out.
She pulled her shirt off and dropped it to the floor, followed by her bra. The warmth from their bodies on either side of her nearly made her lightheaded, the passion in their eyes, every touch, the way they seemed to take their time, savoring her like a fine delicacy and not as a means to an end.
She felt wanted.
Quack knelt in front of her. At first she thought maybe he was going to go right for her boobs, or start taking off her jeans, but he pressed his lips to her belly, just above her navel, and slowly slid his hands around her waist until they were splayed across her lower back. It wasn’t just a kiss. He feathered his lips across her flesh, gently, like a light breeze across a field of grass, barely there yet still making things flutter all over the place.
She stroked his hair, his shoulders, closing her eyes and tipping her head back so it rested against Lima’s shoulder.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered in
her ear. “Thank you.”
She turned her face toward him. “Um, you’re welcome, but for what?”
He nuzzled her nose with his. “For letting us in. I can tell that’s not something you do a lot of.”
“Boy is that an understatement.”
He kissed her, lightly, gently, caressing her cheek with his fingers.
“Relax,” Quack whispered against her stomach. “Just relax and breathe and let go for a little bit. We’ve got you.”
She took a deep breath and let it out again. In her life she’d always been an excellent judge of people. Mostly from her innate wariness, her watchful ways. Studying people. Analyzing behavior.
It had saved her ass countless times on the way to or from school, and from work, when she didn’t have Marvin to protect her.
Which was most of the time.
She’d learned to run when she needed to. To fight when she had to.
And a valuable lesson from a friend in high school who had four older brothers and taught her if you can’t beat them, out-crazy them, because a lot of assholes were ninety-five percent bullshit or bully or coward. Get loud, act batshit, and usually the person not wanting attention drawn to their actions would turn and run. Or they’d think you were crazy enough that you were too much trouble to fuck with.
That had worked.
The way it had worked with Marco.
Although the twenty-five-pound wrench had helped in that department. She couldn’t deny how satisfying it felt, in retrospect, to slam that wrench down on the grating next to his head, wishing it’d been his head, not just his balls, that she’d smashed.
Of course all those thoughts were counterproductive to what the men were attempting to get her to do.
“We can stand here all day, baby,” Lima said, “until we feel you relax. And we will. We’re not interested in sharing your brain with any thoughts other than you being right here, right now, with us. As long as it takes.”
“I’ve only been with one other guy before,” she admitted before she chickened out.
“Really?” Lima asked, his thumb now gently stroking her chin.
She nodded.
He smiled. He looked pleased about that. “Good. That means we can have even more fun.” He kissed her again, this time taking control.
Something inside her broke free, wanting this more than she’d wanted anything before. She reached up and hooked her arm around his neck, holding on, kissing him back.
When he lifted his lips from hers, he wore that sensual smile again. “There’s our good girl. Don’t worry, we won’t break. Get as rough with us as you want, and you tell us if you want something rougher or softer or faster or slower.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
The smile crinkled the outer corners of his eyes. He slipped his fingers around the back of her head, gently holding her in place as he kissed her again.
Quack was still kissing his way around and back and forth and up and down her stomach. With her other hand, she slid it from his shoulder to the top of his head and pushed down, firmly enough to give him the idea of where she wanted his attention focused next.
A soft chuckle escaped him. “Message received,” he said as he reached up to unfasten her belt and jeans and started working them down her hips.
He slid her panties down to her knees, then his hands curled around the backs of her thighs. She felt his breath against her pussy before he flicked his tongue out and teased her clit hood.
Now she had to dig in the fingers of the hand curled around Lima’s neck to hold on, because her knees felt like they’d disappeared, replaced by cooked spaghetti. She let out a moan as Quack repeated the action with his tongue again. And again.
Holy crap!
If it felt this good now, before they’d really done much, she could only imagine the time she was in for when they got to the even better stuff.
Then Quack buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking her clit, taking her breath away and driving her so hard and fast into an orgasm it almost felt like she might pass out.
Lima wrapped his arms around her, holding her, supporting her. “That’s it, baby. Let go, let it out. Let us make you feel good.”
Good?
That was the biggest understatement she’d ever heard in her life.
And she let go. She trusted Lima not to let her hit the floor, and trusted Quack to keep her feeling like her feet had shaken the tether of gravity and sent her soaring.
At some point Lima had gently lowered her down onto the bedrolls, cradling her while allowing Quack to pull her shoes, socks, jeans, and panties off and push her legs wide apart before he dove between them again with his eager mouth. She threw her head back onto Lima’s shoulder and sucked in a deep breath before blowing it out again. Another breath, and then she was moaning because Lima had cupped her breasts in his hands and was running the pads of his thumbs over her nipples.
Quack slid one, then two fingers inside her pussy and slowly fucked them in and out of her. She was wet, her clit tingling as she succumbed to her next climax.
When her eyes finished rolling back in her head, she realized Quack was looking up at her with a smile on his face. “How was that?”
She nodded. “Please tell me you guys have condoms?”
His smile widened and he held one up.
She nodded again. “Yeah.”
He stood and unfastened his belt and trousers, shoving them and his briefs to the floor. His cock sprang free, eight inches and ready for action. She crooked a finger at him.
He proved a quick study and stepped close enough she could curl her fingers around his shaft as she kissed the tip.
He quickly wrapped his fingers around her hand and held it still. “Sweetie,” he said, sounding a breath away from losing control, “if you do much more than that, you’re gonna get an eyeful.”
She smiled. “Then I suggest you put a condom on that thing, mister.”
He let go of her hand and ripped the foil pouch open. After he rolled it on, she thought maybe he would pull her away from Lima, but he didn’t. Instead, Lima leaned against the wall and spread his legs, giving Quack plenty of room to push her legs apart and slide into position between her thighs. Lima continued softly kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples, while Quack knelt between her legs and swiped his cock up and down through her pussy lips. Her juices coated the condom as he slowly started feeding his cock into her cunt.
When Lima nibbled on the side of her neck, her eyes dropped closed again. “When he’s done, baby,” he hoarsely whispered in her ear, “then it’s my turn. And you know what else? I’m hoping that we get enough time together so that one day you can feel both our cocks inside you at the same time. One of us fucking that sweet pussy of yours, the other inside that nice, tight ass. We need to get you a five-year put in so we don’t have to worry about accidents.”
Reality tried to intrude. “I can’t afford—”
“Lima,” Quack teased, “stop hogging her brain.”
She opened her eyes and found Quack staring straight into hers. He was only halfway in, and thank god he’d loosened her up first or she knew she’d be in a world of hurt. He slowly filled her, until his cock was buried to the hilt inside her.
“I really want to make you come like this, baby,” Quack hoarsely said, “but I gotta be honest, it’s been a long time and you feel too damn good. I won’t last.”
Hell, they’d already gotten two out of her. As far as she was concerned, they were already square. “It’s okay,” she said. “Go for it.”
He smiled, then leaned in and kissed her. His hips slowly rocked, as if testing to make sure she was okay before he picked up steam. He comfortably filled her, in the good way, in the way she knew would likely get her off if he did it for too long. And it didn’t take long at all before he let out a gasping cry and fell still.
He rested his forehead against hers. “Baby, that was great.”
She nibbled on his lower lip. “No complaints
from me,” she teased.
He carefully withdrew, holding the base of the condom in place until he got out of bed. When he turned to deposit the condom in the garbage can, she saw he had a tattoo in the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades. Round, it looked like a stylized tribal monkey design.
“What’s the tat signify?”
“Our unit,” he said. “The Drunk Monkeys. We all have one.”
She tipped her head back. “Where’s yours?” she asked Lima.
Lima nipped her earlobe. “On my back. Now it’s my turn, sweetie. Move so I can get up and I’ll show you.”
She sat up so he could stand and turn his back to her. His was in the middle of his shoulders, too, approximately in the same place as Quack’s. He shucked the remainder of his clothes, grabbed a condom pouch, and lay down on the bedroll. He was a little longer than Quack, but not quite as thick. A fair trade-off in her book. Still, nothing to be ashamed of in the equipment department. After rolling the condom onto his cock, he held his hand out to her and waggled his eyebrows.
Throwing her leg over him, she lined up the head of his cock with her pussy and slowly lowered herself onto him. He laced his fingers with hers, and used his other hand to find and play with her clit.
She let out a moan.
“That’s it, baby. All the way down. Get every bit of it inside you and then we’re going to make you feel good again.”
Quack returned to kneel behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts. This time he lightly pinched her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, rolling them and sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit.
Unable to keep her eyes open, she let Quack support her body as she slowly rocked on Lima’s cock. The men followed her motions, letting her set the pace as she felt pleasure rolling over her again.
They were good. They were like a precision pleasure team.
Lima started anticipating her motions and at the bottom of each stoke, while his cock was deeply embedded in her cunt, he’d roll and tug on her clit harder, faster. Quack’s lips feathering up and down her neck and shoulder sent shivers through her.
Nothing in her sexiest dreams had ever prepared her for pleasure like this.
Nothing.
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