Her mouth gaped as he stepped out and shut the door behind him.
Son of a bitch!
Now she was left with the conundrum of waiting to see if he was serious and risk pissing him off if he was, or hoping this wasn’t some sort of hazing stunt or practical joke.
Her clit was screaming, furious at having such a delicious preview of coming attractions, just to rudely be interrupted.
Gulp.
Chapter Twenty
Foxtrot was done messing around. He could apologize later for letting Kilo stew this long, but he wanted to get laid, he wanted to show Kyong they were the perfect men to audition for the leading roles of lifetime personal copilots for her, and he wanted it right farking now.
He didn’t bother trying to stay quiet as he walked into their room and flipped on the overhead light, going straight to his duffel.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Kilo complained.
Foxtrot didn’t answer him. He dug through his shower kit until he found what he wanted, then he walked over to Kilo’s bedroll, grabbed him by the hair, and bodily dragged the man out of his rack.
“What the—dude, fuck!” Kilo screamed.
He barely let Kilo get his feet under him as he pulled him down the hallway and back to the bathroom. When he burst through the door, Kyong let out a little squeak of fear, and she jumped, but she was still in the same position he’d left her.
Oh, good girl.
He threw Kilo into the bathroom and pulled the door shut behind them, locking it.
Kilo came up, ready to swing until he spotted Kyong sitting there, naked and spread wide open on the counter.
Foxtrot looked at him. “You’re welcome.”
Then Foxtrot stepped over to her, grabbed her hair, and kissed her again. He held up a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. “You got a five-year?”
She nodded.
“Good. We’re clear. You clear?”
She nodded again.
“You okay with us not using these then?”
She nodded.
“Good. Then I know where we’ll use the condoms.” He put everything on the counter and kissed her again.
Kilo let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a groan. Foxtrot cast a glance at him over his shoulder. “We were clearing the air, asshole,” he said. “If you’d just let me tell you that instead of assuming we were fighting, we might have been able to get this settled a while ago.”
Then he slid two fingers from his free hand along her pussy lips, finding her wet from his earlier teasing. He pressed one against her cunt for entrance and it easily slid in. He also enjoyed the soft moan Kyong made when he did.
He wanted to make her moan like that around his cock.
“You ever have two guys at once, baby?” Foxtrot asked her.
She blushed but shook her head.
“Anal?”
Her gorgeous red cheeks deepened in color, but she nodded.
He arched an eyebrow at her. “You like it?”
Another nod.
“Good.” He pulled his finger from her pussy and sucked her juices off it before kissing her again. “Kilo, you can apologize later. Get your ass over here and kiss the lady.” He released her, loving the way she wobbled a little as he did, and shoved his shorts down and off before kneeling between her legs again. He pulled her forward, slinging her thighs over his shoulders, and buried his head in her pussy.
* * * *
Kilo had gone from being sound asleep, to being rudely awakened, to being yanked out of bed by his hair, to…
He wasn’t sure what the fuck this was, was still trying to process everything, but he damn sure wasn’t going to pick now to try to do that, for fuck’s sake.
He walked over to the counter and reached out to stroke Kyong’s cheek. She nuzzled his hand, her eyes staring into his, looking vulnerable and…
Well, gorgeous. Like the most gorgeous woman on the face of the planet.
He leaned in and kissed her. He wasn’t sure if the moan he caught between his lips was from him kissing her, or from something Foxtrot was doing downstairs, but he didn’t care.
Now his cock felt painfully hard, straining for freedom from his shorts, wanting to fuck. Her. Now.
Right now.
Right. Fucking. Now.
Noooooowwwwww.
He yanked off his T-shirt and shorts and threw himself into whatever this was with one hundred and ten percent effort. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails deliciously raking down his back when he cupped her breasts in his hands and started playing with her nipples.
Soft, rhythmic gasps rolled from her. He suspected Foxtrot had her close to coming, but then she let out a cry of frustration as Foxtrot stood, her juices glistening on his chin and a smile on his face. “No, baby. Not yet.”
Foxtrot grabbed her by the arm and helped her off the counter. Then he lay down on the floor, pulling her with him and positioning her on top of him sixty-nine.
“Dude,” he said, pointing at the counter. “Lube and condoms. Come on, focus.” Then he pulled her down on top of him and her moan was muffled around his cock in her mouth.
Kilo grabbed the items and circled around behind her, dropping to his knees. “Oh, baby.” He stroked her ass, sliding two fingers into her pussy and finger-fucking her, loving the way her hips flexed as she tried to keep them there when he withdrew them.
He sucked his fingers clean, loving the taste of her already.
Focus! Fucking!
He opened the bottle of lube, drizzled it down the seam of her ass and over his fingers, and slowly started rubbing her rim with one finger.
* * * *
“Mm-hmm,” Foxtrot mumbled into Kyong’s pussy when she moaned again at the feel of Kilo’s fingers playing with her ass.
Foxtrot was being frustrating, and she suspected he was doing it on purpose, not letting her get over the edge, slowing down every time she started to get even close to coming.
Then Kilo worked the first finger into her rim. She froze, waiting, whining a little. Yes, it’d been a while, but she knew from experience if she waited, it would feel really good in a minute.
That was when Foxtrot sucked on her clit and shot her into orbit, the sneaky bastard. She screamed around his cock, her hips now frantically fucking against Kilo’s hand and Foxtrot’s face, until Foxtrot grabbed her by the ass and dug his fingers in to hold on and hold her still.
When the first orgasm started to ebb and she tried to wiggle away from Foxtrot’s atomically powered oral talents, he only dug in more with his fingers.
And then Kilo played dirty, inserting two fingers from his other hand into her pussy and finger-fucking her with them.
Explosion number two left her sobbing and wondering if she’d even survive the night at this rate. Holy hell, she’d never come this hard, this fast, this soon.
Ever.
And at some point, Kilo had snuck a second finger into her ass while she was coming.
Foxtrot’s cock felt hard and hot against her tongue, but she really wasn’t giving him her best effort. She was far too distracted by what was going on at the other end of her body to be coordinated enough to give him a great blow job.
When Kilo worked a third finger into her, Foxtrot had built her up almost into another orgasm, but left her hanging right on the edge. Kilo said, “That’s it,” and then both his hands disappeared.
She let out a cry, of shock and interruption, but Foxtrot spun her around and had her kneeling over him seconds later.
Damn. He’s…strong.
“Stop complaining, baby,” he teased, “and put that cock inside you.”
She did, realizing Kilo had washed his hands and was now rolling one of the condoms onto his cock. She slowly impaled herself on Foxtrot’s cock, savoring the feel of it. When she reached down to play with herself, he caught her hand and gave her a little tsk.
“Not until we say so, baby.”
Part of her wanted to smack the smile off his face, but s
omething about the handsome, cocksure soldier had melted a cold, hard place in her heart in an entirely pleasant way.
Kilo pushed her forward, the head of his condom-clad cock nudging at her ass, slowly pressing forward.
Her eyes fell closed and she let out a little squeak, of shock, of desire, of delicious, biting pain she knew would be transforming into a whole lot of pleasure in very short order.
“Oh, yeah,” Foxtrot said. “You haven’t ever been fucked the way or as good as we’re about to fuck you, baby. By the time we let you finally get some sleep tonight, you’re going to damn well know you’ve been fucked.” He grabbed her by the hair again and kissed her, hard, bruising. “Don’t know if you’re looking just for tonight or forever, but either way, this is a night you will never forget,” he promised.
“Oh, holy hell,” Kilo muttered, “I won’t last. She feels too goddamned good.”
“That’s okay, buddy,” Foxtrot assured him. “When we get done this time, we’re going to switch places and you can last longer in her pussy. I know I won’t last very long this time, either.”
Kilo’s thighs pressed against her ass and he folded his body over hers, grabbing her, pulling her to her knees as Foxtrot smiled up at her.
Foxtrot started playing with her clit, making her gasp as he lightly flicked it. “You ready to ride, baby?”
She nodded, her head lolling back onto Kilo’s shoulder, but apparently that wasn’t the answer he wanted. He lightly tugged on her clit. “Use your words, big, bad pilot lady,” he teased. “Talk dirty to us. We like it.”
She wasn’t even sure she could talk, but she tried. “Please, fuck me.”
“Oh, better than that,” Kilo teased, nibbling on her ear.
“Please, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, make me come!”
“Ooh, she used the c-word,” Kilo joked. “I think she means it.” He tipped her head back and kissed her.
Foxtrot started playing with her clit again, this time meaning it. Kilo reached around her and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
And it happened. She was glad for Kilo kissing her, because she grabbed him by the hair and screamed into his mouth as it felt like her nervous system exploded. She started rocking, back and forth on their cocks as her orgasm rolled on and on, like a Möbius strip of pleasure. No beginning, no end, eternal.
The men were talking to her, coaxing her, urging her on, but she didn’t understand a single damn word they said. For the first time in she didn’t know how long, she felt alive and it consumed her.
At some point she went limp, gasping for breath. Kilo lowered her onto Foxtrot and the two men took over, fucking her, their groans nearly simultaneous, blending and mixing together as their cocks exploded inside her body.
They ended up on their sides in a tangle on the floor. As her brains slowly settled back into her head, she realized what she’d just done with them.
Foxtrot tenderly cupped her cheeks in his palms and kissed her. “I’m sorry I triggered you that day, baby,” he softly said. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Okay,” Kilo said from behind her. “Not that I’m complaining, but does one of you want to fill me in now, or after round two of fucking?”
“Round two,” she hoarsely said, returning Foxtrot’s pleased smile.
“Atta girl,” he said.
They ended up in the shower for that one. After quickly rinsing off, she sucked Kilo’s cock, easily getting him hard again while Foxtrot proved to be self-rising and rolled a condom over his shaft.
After Foxtrot had his cock completely fisted inside her ass, Kilo slid between her legs and she straddled him, filling her once again as the water sluiced down on them.
This time it was Kilo’s fingers playing with her clit. It took a little longer for her to get over, but she enjoyed the climb there. The men managed to fuck one last little orgasm out of her after they started moving when she came, and a few minutes later they were all tangled together on the shower floor together.
She didn’t know where the giggles came from. But when they started, they wouldn’t stop. She buried her face against Kilo’s chest and laughed, trying to muffle the sound so she didn’t wake half the building.
If we haven’t already.
That made her snort, which triggered another round of laughter.
“I think we broke her,” Kilo joked, which set her off again.
When she finally managed to calm down, she kissed Kilo, then Foxtrot. “Thank you, guys,” she softly said.
“For what?” they asked.
“This. Patience.”
“I was promised an explanation,” Kilo said.
Foxtrot got rid of the condom and helped her to her feet. Kilo stood, too, and gently sandwiched between the two men, with her head resting against Kilo’s chest, she told Kilo what had happened, and why.”
“Oh, baby,” Kilo said when she finished. “Want me to beat him for you?”
“No, no beating.” There was no denying having two guys like this was damn good. “I can’t promise you guys anything right now, okay?”
Foxtrot stroked her back. “Just be honest with us. That’s all we ask.”
“Then I can honestly say I would like to spend whatever’s left of the rest of the night cuddled with you two, if that’s okay?”
“That,” Foxtrot said, “sounds like a great idea.”
Chapter Twenty-One
After their shower, they took Kyong to their room, pulled their bedrolls together, then left her there while they ran to her room and grabbed her gear for her. Fifteen minutes later, they were snuggled together and she felt herself drifting off to sleep.
When she awoke the next morning with a start, she realized it was after dawn, which was unusual for her. She rarely overslept.
And she was still snuggled between the two naked hunks.
As she shifted position, she winced from the good kind of achey pains spread out across her body.
Yep. Well, that happened.
They even had the tattoos the other men did, the round, tribal monkey tat on their backs.
“Hey,” Kilo sleepily muttered, kissing her. “Good morning.”
“Man,” Foxtrot said, “what time is it? We’re going to get our asses chewed.”
Kilo reached up and behind him, fumbled around, and came up with a watch. “No, we’re good. It’s 6:35. Five more minutes.” He snuggled against Kyong. “No time for a morning quickie, unfortunately.”
“Damn,” Foxtrot grumbled before snuggling tightly against her, too.
But now she was wide awake.
Yet she couldn’t bring herself to break free of them and get up. It was nice not sleeping alone for a change. Five minutes later, both men stirred, sitting up and stretching, muscles rippling as they did.
Wow.
How had she not paid better attention to their physiques before?
They each gave her a good-morning kiss before getting up. She decided she didn’t want to be alone in bed, and didn’t want to miss chow, so she got up, too.
When the three of them walked into the dining room, several people swiveled their heads to look at them. Kyong instinctively shrank behind the two men, who closed ranks.
“What?” Kilo finally asked.
Papa laughed. “I’ve been presented with a request to make the showers off-limits to sexual activities between 22:00 and 05:00 hours every night. Thoughts?”
Kyong closed her eyes, her face filling with heat.
Dammit.
The men, however, chuckled. “Sorry,” Kilo said, “but to any of the triads who added their two cents to that, I say, ‘Suck it up, buttercup.’ We’ve been rudely awakened plenty of times ourselves.”
The room burst into laughter.
“I’m keeping my mouth shut,” Doc said, lifting his coffee mug in salute to them. “Congratulations.”
Papa started to add something to that when a faint, piercing alarm sounded from the direction of the lab. Doc and Clara, who’d al
so been eating, bolted from their seats and raced from the room.
“Everyone stay here,” Papa said as he followed them.
“Well, we can get food, can’t we?” Foxtrot muttered to Kilo.
“I know I sure as hell am.”
Kyong stayed close behind them as they walked into the kitchen. Pandora stood at the doorway, looking out. “What happened?”
“Some alarm went off down in the lab,” Kyong said.
“Oh.” Pandora returned to the stove, but from the look on her face, Kyong knew Pandora was now worried.
She couldn’t imagine what the woman went through with not just one, but two guys who had medical backgrounds and spent a lot of time in the lab.
Especially now with Korey in there.
Twenty minutes later, Papa returned. “She coded, but they got her back,” he said. He walked over to Pandora, who stood leaning against the kitchen doorway. “Just routine, but both Doc and Tango will stay in there for ten hours. Okay?”
She nodded and wordlessly turned, disappearing into the kitchen. He looked around and found Yankee and Oscar, the twins Kyong still couldn’t tell apart. “And Clara,” he said. All of them will stay there, just in case.
“They exposed?” one of twins asked.
“We don’t think so, but that’s why they’re all going to stay in there.”
“I thought,” Chief said, “that we didn’t need to do the full time anymore. Q had that test.”
“It’s just to make sure. Apparently they were trying to start another IV in her and blew a vein. Just a precaution.”
Everyone went silent again for a moment.
“This is farking crazy,” Uncle said. “Our unit’s entire medical staff is in that room with the only three people we absolutely know for damn sure are still alive off The List. Why didn’t we po-clo that crazy woman, again?”
“Because we need her to find a vaccine,” Papa said, now looking and sounding incredibly weary. “Q said they’ve been drawing a lot of blood from her for test samples, and to store for future use, and thinks they let her blood pressure get too low. That her electrolytes might have gotten out of whack. They’re going to keep her lightly sedated and have put an NG-tube in for now to feed her and keep her alive.”