Tymber Dalton - Out of Bight, Out of Mind

He pushed her back onto the floor and climbed out of the tub. With her legs over his shoulders, he drove his cock, which had grown hard again, into her pussy.

She felt something in him she wasn’t used to—possession, need, desire.

And wanting to show her how much he loved her.

He felt guilty he couldn’t fix the situation for her, so he was determined to distract her.

He laced his fingers through hers and pinned her hands above her head. And like that, sprawled on the plush bath mat, he fucked her hard and fast, holding her immobile in his grasp.

“I love you,” she whispered.

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “I love you, too, babe. And I’m going to fuck the stuffing out of you while we’re here.” He pressed his weight on top of her as he crushed her lips with his. Every thrust shoved them a little farther across the floor until he let out a cry of his own and his body went rigid and still.

Pinned beneath him, she couldn’t move until he did. After a moment he took a deep breath and eased her legs down before rolling onto his side with her in his arms.

Content and sated, she draped herself across his broad chest. “Better?” she whispered.

He chuckled. “You have no idea. How about you?”

“I think we just taught the floor who’s boss.”

He picked her up and carried her in to the bed, where he crawled in with her. She snuggled up to him again as he found the remote control and switched on the vid screen. “Do you mind if I take a nap?” she asked. She wanted to bask in her buzz and the pleasant ache in her well-fucked pussy, as well as the feelings of love and satisfaction flowing from Caph.

He kissed the top of her head. “Not at all, babe.”

Caph held her in his arms and watched as she crashed into a drunken sleep he knew she needed for more than one reason. It ate him up that he couldn’t fix this for her. Whether or not she really sensed something bad from their new crew member was irrelevant to him.

The fact was, Emi believed it, so deeply that he didn’t have to be an empath to see how badly it was tearing her up inside.

And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

He hated feeling helpless. He hadn’t felt this helpless in decades. Since…

No. I won’t think about that.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. He didn’t want to think about losing Kels, about trying to nurse Aaron back to health.

Caph didn’t look up when he heard the door open. Ford started to speak, then obviously caught sight of them on the bed. He walked around to the far side, a sad look on his face. “How is she?” he whispered.

Caph shrugged.

Ford silently undressed and slipped into bed on the other side of her. He reached across her and laid a hand on Caph’s arm. “How are you doing?”

Caph shrugged again.

“Some things you just cannot fix, big guy.”

“I know.” He kissed her forehead again, closing his eyes so Ford wouldn’t see how close to tears he was. “I’m not stupid.”

“I didn’t say you’re stupid, Caph.”

“I hate seeing her like this. So upset. She’s going to have one hell of a hangover when she wakes up.”

“Wow. Really?”

“Yeah.”

He finally opened his eyes and looked across at Ford. Ford’s blue gaze pierced through him. “What do you think?”

“What do you mean?”

“You met the guy. What do you think?”

“He’s not human. I can’t gauge myself by my first impression. Why?”

“It’s just I’ve never seen her act like this before, either. Part of me wants to judge the situation by my experience and common sense and say she’s being overly sensitive.”

“And the other part?”

Ford focused on Emi’s peaceful face. “The other part of me wants to disable the jump engine so we’re stuck in drydock for a few months and they assign the guy to another boat.”

“Wouldn’t take much,” Caph offered, feeling relief that he wasn’t alone in his feelings of uneasiness.

“Yeah, but we have a job to do.”

“We have a wife to support.”

“Someone who’s been through a lot in a short amount of time. Someone who doesn’t have the experience we do. And no matter how much I love her and want to fully take her side in this, there’s still that part of me saying maybe…”

When he didn’t go on, Caph prompted him. “Maybe what?”

Caph heard Ford’s sad sigh. “Maybe,” he whispered, even lower than before, “just maybe Cap’s right and it is all in her mind.”

Caph rested his cheek against the top of her head. “What if it’s not all in her mind?”

Ford didn’t respond.

She startled awake at the feel of a pair of warm lips and a tongue between her legs. After confirming she was still snuggled against Caph, she reached down to find Ford.

Opening her eyes, she lifted her head. He looked up at her without bothering to stop what he was doing.

“Carry on, soldier,” she teased as she let her head drop back onto her pillow.

Caph rolled onto his side and took one of her breasts into his mouth. She wanted to protest, to tell them she was tired and sleepy and drunk and there was no way in hell she’d get over again. But the hot, sweet pull of Caph’s lips on her nipple, combined with Ford’s tongue on her clit, robbed her of speech. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access.

Caph palmed her other breast. Emi let out a satisfied moan as her body responded. Her body started a climb toward release, then hung up, unable to get over. She was about to pat Ford on the head and tell him to stop when he slipped two, then three fingers into her wet cunt. Caph in turn used his teeth on her nipple, and the sharp bite of pain, combined with the fullness in her pussy, did the trick. Her back arched and she fisted the sheets as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Before she’d even finished recovering from that, Ford had climbed between her legs and started fucking her.

“That’s it, baby,” he said. “You just let us take care of you.” She wanted to answer him, but then Caph sat up and shifted position, lining his reawakened cock up with her lips.

Without hesitation she opened, licking the drop of pre-cum off the head, where it had pearled at the slit.

Caph plunged a hand into her hair and held her head in place. “Such a good girl,” he murmured.

Something in her let loose, unhinging in a good way. She didn’t know if it was the booze, or her men’s talented tongues, or the taste of Caph’s cock in her mouth, or Caph slipping his free hand between her legs to play with her clit, but another orgasm rippled through her.

“Holy hell,” Ford said, “she came again. Jesus, that feels so good when she does that.”

Caph gently cradled her head in his hands and slid his cock between her lips, fucking her mouth but taking it easy on her. “If I don’t come before you’re done, one of you is getting fucked with this.”

“Ooh, pick me!” Ford quipped.

She looked up to watch Caph lean over and kiss Ford. The sight took her breath away. She lost herself in the bubble of emotions boiling over from both men, spilling onto her like a sweet, beautiful wave. And the way Caph’s erection grew harder and hotter against her tongue made her think Ford wasn’t going to get his wish.

Until she felt him coming.

Her eyes popped open as Caph made her relinquish his member. “Stay right there, both of you,” he ordered.

The commanding hint in his voice thrilled her. Then Ford was kissing her, even as his cock grew limp inside her. She didn’t have time to wonder where Caph had disappeared to, because Ford kept her more than busy with his tongue.