Tymber Dalton - Spider Bight

From the personnel files of Dr. Louis Graymard, Deep Space Mission Corps Chief Personnel Acquisitions Officer:

Mission Debriefing Summary #1

File #20-8630.1

Ship: DSMCV Tamora Bight

Base of Origin: New Phoenix, Arizona, Earth

Crew: Captain Aaron Lucio; First Officer Caphis Bates; Mate Ford Caliban; Medical Officer Dr. Emilia Hypatia

Captain Lucio and his crew returned to the Martian base with the crews of the Kendall Kant and the Braynow Gaston following their successful intervention on the Aroykin settling colony. Unfortunately, Captain Eckhart, formerly of the Petrovis Skye , died as a result of his own actions (see incident report #20-9246.1). Dr. Hypatia, along with Dr. Stevens, of the Kendall Kant (see separate crew debriefing summary, file #20-8711.1), working with the crew of the Braynow Gaston , was able to isolate the cause of the rages and cure the colonists, as well as Captains Lucio and Elloy (again, see file #20-8711.1). Also, see my crew pairing summary report detailing the addition of Dr. Sophie Vanderlin, formerly of the Forrester Cross , as the medical officer on the Braynow Gaston (file #20-8716). While they did not go through an initial sim pairing scenario, I believe, in light of their already close bond, it would be counterproductive to deny the crew pairing.

With the emergency mission out of the way, the Tamora Bight can now be employed for its original purpose—exploration, and surveys of potential settling locations. Cargo, retrofit and maintenance crews will finish vessel modifications by the end of the week. After the crew enjoys several well-earned days of R&R, they will be assigned to…

“Is this seat taken?”

Dr. Emilia Hypatia squinted up at the large shadow blocking her patch of Martian sunlight. The tall, hunky man wasn’t muscle-bound, but large, with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and gorgeously tight ass.

“Maybe. I’ve got three hunky husbands who are very protective of me. They’re liable to kick the ass of anyone they catch flirting with me.”

Despite the warning, the green-eyed man with shaggy blond hair and wearing civilian clothes proceeded to sit on the lounge chair next to hers. The most delicious smile curled his lips into a kissable expression of amusement. “Hunky, huh? I’ll risk it. What are they doing letting you come to a Martian resort all by your lonesome if they’re so protective?”

The resort’s solar dome surrounded the swimming pool and had a great view of the mountains to the north. It was wonderful being able to sit out on the lounges and soak up the sun. The special panels magnified the diminished sunlight so that it appeared nearly as bright inside the dome as it would on Earth.

And they almost had the beautiful view to themselves.

“I escaped,” she said.

One eyebrow playfully shot up. “You had to escape your husbands?”

She rolled onto her side to face him, propping herself on one elbow. “I wanted to have a little fun. Get wild on my R&R.”

He reached over and caught her left hand, where two rings, a gorgeous engagement ring and a wedding band, graced her fourth finger.

On the man’s left hand, he wore a matching wedding band. “So, these three hunky husbands of yours who let you out by yourself. They don’t take good care of you?”

“I never said that.”

The man raised her hand to his lips, sucked her thumb into his mouth, and slowly, sensually laved his tongue over it. “Then they do take good care of you?”

She had to think to breathe because the delicious things he was doing to her, hinting at more treats to come, nearly robbed her of thought. He was very skilled with his tongue. “Excellent care,” she managed to gasp.

“Does a guy like me stand a chance?” His green eyes bored into hers.

“Depends.”

He grabbed her and pulled her over to his lounge, on top of him. His stiff erection pressed through his slacks and against the fabric of her swimsuit. “Depends on what?”

She teased him, grinding her hips against him. “On how soon you can pry me away from his royal chattiness over there.” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the pool, where Ford Caliban swam up to the side.

“What the hell took you guys so long, Caph?” he called out. “You were supposed to be finished hours ago. And where’s Aaron?”

Caphis Bates, one of Emi’s three hunky husbands, pulled her down against his chest and kissed her. “He’ll be along soon. He wanted to talk to the retrofit crew one last time.”

Ford climbed out of the pool and dripped water across the deck and all the way over to them. “You’re laying on my towel, buddy.”

Caph arched his back so Ford could reach under him and grab the towel. Then Ford leaned in and gave him a kiss, his blue eyes twinkling. “What’s he doing with the retrofit crew again? I thought you all handled that this morning.”

“He wanted to go over the new control systems one more time before they install them.”

Despite their vast difference in physical appearance and absolutely no blood relation, Aaron had dubbed Ford and Caph “the twins” years earlier due to their habit of “twinspeak”—frequently saying the same thing at the same time. Caph was Emi’s big goofball buddy, with a heart even bigger than his body. Ford, slim and catlike compared to Caph, was her intellectual chatterbox.

Emi ground her hips against Caph again, drawing a low moan from him. “What are these new control systems supposed to do?” she asked. She could play the sexy distraction game as good as he could.

“It means if we had to,” Ford explained, “all of us could leave the ship to go planetside and not worry about her. Or we could leave only one person aboard and they could easily run her.” The DSMC vessel Tamora Bight would be their home for several more years. They’d just returned from their first official mission a few days earlier. The men were anxious to get back to space. Emi, who spent the first several days after leaving Earth in bed puking her guts up from space sickness before nearly losing her life on their mission, planned to enjoy their R&R. They’d spent the last two days in hearings and filing detailed reports about the incident. This was their first full day of official leave since returning to Mars.

“You keep that up, lady,” Caph warned her as she rotated her hips against him again, “and you’re getting yourself thoroughly fucked.”

“Promise?”

Ford snickered. “Ooh, she’s in a playful mood today. I guess we didn’t wear her out last night after all.” He stepped close and grabbed her chin, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Let’s see how mouthy she is when she’s got all three of our cocks inside her at once, instead of just me and you.”

A bolt of heat shot through Emi’s body and straight to her pussy. She was looking forward to lots of sexy time with her three men. Their previous mission, an emergency medical journey to a settlement colony, had been stressful. Aaron became infected with the “rage” that some of the male colonists had developed. Along with that, a psychotic captain bent on revenge at Aaron, Ford, and Caph had nearly killed her.

Not relaxing.

“And here I thought we would have the pool to ourselves,” a familiar male voice called out from across the dome, interrupting the three’s sexy interlude.