by Mel Teshco
Silo’s hardened façade practically melted away. He’d thought these women just wanted to use him for a night. To realize they wanted a more permanent arrangement was beyond his wildest dreams. “I’m more than okay with it,” he murmured huskily.
The elite woman on Earth hadn’t stirred his interest beyond a night of fun, but he couldn’t get Jasmine and Cloey out of his head.
The guard nodded, though his face was about as tight as his voice when he answered. “If that’s what you really want, then by all means, I’ll look into it.” He stepped back. “One of my colleagues or I will be here first thing in the morning to escort the prisoner back to work.”
Silo didn’t waste any time watching the guard take his leave. The man had made it more than clear he thought the women were fools. But even if the guard was right—a con wasn’t exactly a catch—he wasn’t going to dwell on his failings.
The women stepped back as he stepped inside. When he all but kicked the door shut behind him, Jasmine leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist; her arms around his nape.
There really was a god.
He didn’t need any encouragement. He claimed her lush mouth in a searing kiss as he carried her to the bed and lay her down, his body pinning her to the bed as he continued to devour her mouth.
Damn, he couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted like vanilla bean and rich chocolate. Her scent was both exotic and erotic, a delicate fragrance somewhere between a clean ocean breeze and the bloom of wildflowers. With her little cries of need, and her gorgeous, curvy body that was made for loving, his cock was thicker than a steel bar and twice as hard.
She unlinked her hands from around his nape and began unbuttoning his shirt. Only then did he realize Cloey had moved behind him. Her arms slid around his waist and she began to work free his pants, dragging them off along with his boxer briefs.
He groaned, his cock stretching impossibly thicker and harder.
He’d had plenty of lovers, but none had turned him on even half as much as these women. And it wasn’t just their looks.
He sensed in Jasmine a tough-as-nails woman with underlying notes of fragility, who didn’t trust easily. And yet she reached out anyway and gave everything her all, as though she wasn’t afraid to prove her instincts wrong. Cloey, on the other hand, looked every inch shy and reserved. But beneath her delicate façade lay a red-hot passion and the heart of a warrior.
In their own ways, Cloey and Jasmine were both fearless, and he wasn’t surprised in the least that they’d been drawn to one another. How the hell he’d ever imagined walking away from them without looking back was beyond reasoning.
Despite vowing not to dwell on his failings, he really did wish that he was more than a prisoner with nothing to offer. Guess he should be happy these elite didn’t give two shits about his worldly possessions. They only cared about the carnal rightness of being together. And to that end, he wouldn’t disappoint.
He rose up onto his knees, and Jasmine sat and helped push his shirt over his shoulders and off his arms. She leaned forward and kissed his chest, his taut nipples, while Cloey closed in from behind and pressed her open mouth and tongue along his spine.
His breath hissed out, savage and wanton. Then he half-turned and snaked an arm around Cloey to bring her to his front, next to Jasmine.
Both women were panting and aroused.
Cloey licked her lips, slow and suggestive. His cock gave a well-trained twitch. Yeah, she might look innocent, but he’d discovered her innate sexuality in the best possible way.
Jasmine slipped her hand down the waistband of her shorts, her breath catching and her stare holding his as she stimulated her sex.
Christ, he could smell her musky scent. He wanted to taste her almost as much as he wanted his next breath. A growl of desperate longing built at the base of his throat, before he managed to speak. “Why is it that I’m the one naked this time, while you both have too many clothes on?”
Jasmine cut short her masturbation and said huskily, “I’m sure we can fix that.”
Chapter 8
Jasmine shivered with yearning at his hoarse words. Add in his hard, lean body and she was a quivering mass of raw need.
Her girlfriend wasn’t unaffected, either. Jasmine could read Cloey’s every emotion almost as well as her own, and right then Cloey was beyond primed and ready for Silo. They had the physical connection going on, but there was also something deeper … stronger.
Jasmine had known that almost from the start, even before Cloey had admitted to wanting to see him again. Her girlfriend hadn’t just come around to her way of thinking in regards to needing a man, she’d surpassed it! But not just any man. Silo was their ideal mate in every way. Not only did he fully accept Jasmine and Cloey as a couple, he celebrated them.
Cloey was half-undressed by the time Silo moved to stand near the end of the bed so that Jasmine could drag off her own clothes. Silo’s eyes flared with hunger as he stared at their naked forms, his rigid cock and taut body reflecting his appreciation.
But Jasmine wasn’t about to let him call the shots, not this time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she used her hand, made slippery by her own arousal, to stroke his shaft.
His breath came out ragged and harsh. Jasmine’s own breath hitched. His cock was all velvet soft on the outside, and yet he was harder than an iron picket. She exhaled slowly. His instrument of pleasure was in perfect symmetry to his height and breadth and innate power. But she knew there was far more to him than what people saw and imagined. He masked his emotions behind a fierceness that she suspected both attracted and repelled. But it hadn’t taken her or Cloey long to see past all that to his passion, his loyalty and his heart.
The mattress moved a little as Cloey climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor between Jasmine’s thighs, ensuring there was enough space for Jasmine to continue stroking Silo.
Her girlfriend looked up at her with intense blue eyes. “I want to kiss your pussy.”
Silo groaned even before Cloey’s soft hands clasped Jasmine’s inner thighs, spreading her wide. The moment Cloey leaned forward and swiped her tongue across her clit, Jasmine knew she wasn’t going to last long. When it came to getting her off, Cloey was skilled and relentless.
Silo appeared to be enjoying the show, and Cloey made certain Jasmine was exposed while her wet, warm mouth suctioned and …
Jasmine gasped, releasing Silo to counterbalance her hips, which lifted right off the bed. She came hard against Cloey’s insistent mouth, a pressure valve released in the most gratifying way.
Holy shit. What was it about adding a man into the sexual mix that sent her off twice as hard as a firecracker?
Cloey was licking her moist lips when Silo pulled her onto her feet and said, “Your turn.”
He laid Cloey onto the bed beside Jasmine, who pushed up onto an elbow, turned to her girlfriend and gave her some attention.
Cloey sighed luxuriously, pushing her breasts together as Jasmine squeezed and pinched her pink nipples before licking away any sting. And all the while Jasmine made sure she had a full view of Silo as he played Cloey like she was his favorite guitar.
He pushed a finger deep into Cloey’s pussy, and she jerked a little before sucking in a delighted breath. The in-and-out momentum quickly built speed before two of his fingers pushed inside, and then three.
Jasmine all but creamed herself at the sight, Cloey’s little cries of pleasure only adding to her sensory overload.
Silo’s face was pinched with strain even before Cloey was gifted with an orgasm. His fingers were glistening wet when he pulled them free. Then he kneeled on the bed between her thighs, lifted her legs around his hips, and used one hand to guide his cock to the entrance of her mouth-watering pussy.
“Are you ready for me, kitten?” he asked.
“Hell yeah,” Cloey answered.
Emitting a half-growl, half-groan, he sank balls-deep inside her, paused for a second to savor the sensation, then beg
an to fuck her good and hard.
Cloey’s gasping little cries soon turned shrill, before she let go and climaxed with an overwhelmed moan, as though the pleasure had almost been too much to bear.
Silo stilled, his jaw locked tight and his breathing heavy and fast. Jasmine knew he held his control by the thinnest thread. His glittering eyes caught hers and he said hoarsely, “Climb onto Cloey and I’ll take you from behind.”
Her womb clenched and her whole body tingled. She didn’t need to be told twice. Cloey was still shuddering with post-orgasmic bliss when Jasmine climbed over her and stuck her ass into the air. She looked around to watch as Silo pulled his slick, heavy cock from Cloey and aligned it to her own pussy.
She could tell from the strain on his face that he wouldn’t be gentle. And he wasn’t. His shoulders pushed back as he drove into her with a savage groan of pleasure.
Jasmine’s breath punched from her lungs and she squeezed her eyes closed. Thank god she was wet, and Cloey’s juices coated his cock. He filled her like she’d never been filled before, his cock so deliciously big and his balls that slapped her ass so wonderfully heavy, she couldn’t stop the mewls of pure lust from slipping out of her throat.
Cloey reached for Jasmine’s swaying breasts, palming them and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Jasmine closed her eyes, wanting only to feel. Cloey knew exactly the right pressure, the sensitive area just beneath her nipple. That combined with Silo thrusting relentlessly inside her had her about to implode.
Cloey smiled, all too aware. One of her hands dropped from Jasmine’s breast and moved low to rub Jasmine’s swollen clit.
She stiffened with a startled scream, and her whole body convulsed with pleasure.
Silo thrust hard inside her, once, twice, before he too surrendered to release, his breath hissing and his warm seed flooding her pussy.
“Holy shit,” Jasmine croaked.
If their first lovemaking had been amazing, this had been mind-blowing.
Silo’s warm hands moved up and down Jasmine’s spine in one last caress, before he pulled back slowly to disengage. She slumped onto the mattress, and he dropped onto the bed between her and Cloey, his skin slick with sweat and his breathing heavy.
She rested her head on his shoulder and slipped an arm over his chest. “If I had the energy right now, I’d sit on your face and go another round.”
Cloey giggled, snuggling close to Silo on his other shoulder as she said, “You keep getting pleasured like that and your clit will get rubbed right off your gorgeous little pussy.”
Silo’s husky laugh joined Jasmine’s snigger, and she cuddled closer to him even as Cloey turned on her side to face them both.
Cloey took Jasmine’s hand in her own, bringing their clasped hands up to rest above Silo’s heart. She bit into her bottom lip, and then said softly, “We really do need to make ‘us’ a more permanent arrangement.”
Jasmine exhaled softly. She wanted this too—so badly. Of course she did! And yet a piece of her suddenly fretted over the idea that maybe Cloey had found someone to replace her. It was almost enough for Jasmine to get cold feet … except she’d never shrunk away from what she wanted, and she wasn’t about to start now.
Silo turned his head so that he faced Jasmine, his brilliant eyes searching hers. “Is that what you want too?”
She smiled reassurance, and then conceded huskily, “Yes. Yes, it is.”
She couldn’t lie. She really did want Silo. Besides, her and Cloey’s bond was too strong to break. They’d already faced plenty of obstacles together, not the least being forced to watch their parents’ marriage dissolution.
Cloey lifted her head from Silo’s other shoulder and gave her a smile. “It almost feels like we’re one big happy family.”
Jasmine squeezed Cloey’s hand, and couldn’t help but add wryly, “I wonder if my Daddy would be proud.”
Very little made Kennedy Hewitt proud, besides making truckloads of money and lusting after pretty women.
Cloey’s smile faded and Jasmine frowned at her reaction. Since when did Cloey care about anything to do with Jasmine’s father? She’d often wondered why her girlfriend had come to despise him, given that he’d taken Cloey and her parents off the streets.
Cloey turned away and said softly, “I think I’m going to call it a night.”
With post-coital bliss washing over her, Jasmine couldn’t agree more. She didn’t have the strength to question Cloey’s sudden distance. With a ragged sigh, she snuggled against Silo and commanded, “Lights out.”
Secure in Silo’s warmth and the instant blanket of darkness, Jasmine faded from all awareness …
*
“No. Don’t!”
Jasmine woke abruptly. Cloey had cried out in her sleep. She sat up, any lingering lethargy falling off her like a blanket.
She didn’t realize Silo was awake until he placed a reassuring hand on her arm.
“Does she often have nightmares?”
Jasmine shook her head, then realized he couldn’t see her. “No. Though she often talks in her sleep.” Sometimes Cloey’s sleep-talking made Jasmine laugh. Not this time.
“Perhaps something triggered the bad dream then?”
She scrubbed a hand over her face. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”
Cloey had gone to sleep right after Jasmine had mentioned her father. Jasmine didn’t doubt for one second that Cloey’s obviously unresolved issues with him had seeped into her subconscious.
Jasmine inhaled sharply. Surely her father hadn’t made a move on Cloey? Surely he wasn’t that low? She let out a slow, steadying breath. No. She would have noticed her father’s lascivious gaze on her girlfriend.
The mattress shifted as Cloey turned over and said in an urgent voice, “You have to keep away from him. Promise me you will.”
Jasmine’s heartbeat surged, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin. Something told her she wouldn’t like what she was about to hear.
“Do you want me to wake her up?” Silo asked gently.
“I … no.” She swallowed. “I need to hear this.”
Cloey whimpered. “Mom, he doesn’t love you, we both know that. He’s doesn’t care that you’re married. Doesn’t care that Daddy is the only man you want. Kennedy is a monster!”
Cloey mumbled a few more random words before settling back to sleep. But Jasmine was left reeling, a bad taste in her mouth.
Just how long had Cloey been keeping this from her? Hurt—or was it betrayal?—bit deep at the knowledge that her girlfriend hadn’t shared something this … personal with her. Hadn’t shared something that had affected them both so profoundly.
Not that she should be surprised that her father had bedded Cloey’s mother. Good old Daddy thought it was his right to fuck anyone attractive. Flaunting his latest affairs in front of his wife was just an added benefit.
“And he wondered why my mother left him,” Jasmine whispered.
It was only when Silo pulled her gently back into the cradle of his arms that she realized scalding tears were sliding down her face.
*
Silo woke first. He was well used to the hours he kept as a prisoner. Along with his long working days, or cycles, as they called them on the Siren, he’d grown accustomed to ever-shrinking rations, a hard bunk bed and a complete lack of privacy.
Apparently there really was no rest—along with very little food and comfort—for the wicked.
Not all the cons were bad or deserved to be jailed. Though some were hardened criminals, most had done nothing worse than stolen food or water to keep themselves or their family alive.
Silo could relate.
He climbed out of bed, being careful not to wake Cloey or Jasmine. He smothered a bark of laughter. He had no doubt they would continue to slumber, safe in their nest.
A sigh slipped past his lips and warmth filled his body as he stared down at the women. Something in his chest moved a little. He no longer resented the fact that these elite were safe f
rom harm. In fact, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
They might be elite, but they were both human and all-too fragile. Sure, they mightn’t have been living in poverty or starving, but they hadn’t been happy. Silo had at least had his passion for his plants to sustain him.
With the murders, riots and general unrest onboard the Siren, his women were vulnerable. Rumors were rife about someone—there were whispers of a woman—pulling the strings of dissatisfaction. He’d even heard talk of a New Eden, a colony away from Unity where people would be equals.
He shook his head. Fat chance. Inequality was present in every culture on Earth, past and present. He saw no reason to think that’d change anytime soon. Even the Gaia Movement revealed fanatics who ruled with too much obsession and not enough sense, disregarding anyone who got in their way.
Though most of the cons palmed the whole mutiny thing off as one big conspiracy theory, Silo wasn’t so sure. Too much wasn’t adding up—it was hard not to wonder what was really going on behind the scenes.
One thing was for sure, none in command would want anyone to know the truth. It’d undermine their authority, and cause mass panic.
His mind continued to ruminate as he studied the small coffee machine. He vaguely remembered seeing a much larger one in a coffee shop his mother used to frequent when they had money, before Earth had gone to hell. Before his mother had died from starvation, though Silo knew deep down she’d died as much from a lack of will to live on a planet full of pain and hopeless despair.
A familiar bite of hatred flared, then just as quickly died off. Being with Jasmine and Cloey was enough to make a man forget about the bad stuff and focus on the good.
He spooned in some precious coffee beans, turned on the machine and placed a cup beneath, watching the filtration do its thing before brown liquid gold dribbled into the cup and a gorgeous aroma filled the air.
“I didn’t know you could operate a coffee machine.”
He turned at the sound of Cloey’s voice, his pulse quickening at the sight of her still-mussed bed hair and her sleepy, just-fucked look. And damn if he didn’t yearn to see her and Jasmine like that every morning.
