Free Del's Pirates [Sequel to G'baena's Pirates] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page B

filled with cock, never empty, always connected to both of them. She gasped, her orgasm drawing a scream from her lips.
    “That’s it, Avery-girl. Let us know what you’re feeling. Share it with us.”
    She nodded frantically, the only noise to escape her lips a keening cry of ecstasy. Del panted, thrusting harder, his cock rubbing against Cooper as they moved inside Avery’s quivering flesh.
    And then, his own need gripped him, the arousal suddenly unbearable, the desire to stamp this woman as theirs unmistakable. Cooper strained to control himself, desperate to take care of both of his lovers before letting go. He ground his teeth, almost groaning with relief as Del moaned and shook with orgasm.
    Pounding into Avery now, Cooper could no longer control anything. He thrust harder and harder, growling his own climax as cum burst from him, painting the inside of Avery’s body with the symbol of his possession.
    He held his weight off them, scared of crushing Avery between him and Del, but she wrapped an arm behind her, pulling him closer, sighing when he let part of his weight press them together.
    And then, as his body jolted with the final drops of his orgasm, Cooper realized he felt more complete, and more content, and more “at home” than he’d felt in a very long time, perhaps ever. He caressed them with his lips, kissing and nuzzling both of his lovers as they panted for breath. Eventually, he rolled to the side, taking Avery with him, dragging at Del’s arm to get him to roll into their combined embrace. They’d clean up in a moment. For now he just wanted the pleasure of pretending that they weren’t running from the fleet of a homicidal slave trader and that everything was absolutely right in their world.

Chapter Six
     
    “Cooper,” Devlin said with a tilt of his head toward the area he laughingly called his office, “got a minute?” It was more like a corner behind a bulkhead than an actual office, but it did give a modicum of privacy.
    Cooper nodded and stepped toward his boss. Nobody on the crew really “had a minute,” so if Devlin wanted to speak to him, Cooper would bet his ass it was for a damn good reason.
    “The captain has agreed to land the ship for repairs.” It was unusual for Devlin to refer to his longtime friend, Jordan, as “the captain,” so Cooper was fairly certain they’d argued back and forth over the decision that had been made. Landing the ship was probably the easiest way to effect repairs, but it also left them vulnerable. If even only one of Keytark’s ships found them on the ground, they were as good as dead. “We’re hoping that we’ll be able to identify the traitor when we make the announcement. Chances are whoever is feeding information to Keytark will want to be off the ship before we land.” Cooper nodded. It was a damn risky decision, but until they could pin down how Keytark kept learning of their whereabouts and defensive capabilities they didn’t have much choice. “It’s also been decided that once we’ve neutralized the traitor, nonessential personal will be transferred onto a different planet. We need to prep the vessels we have in the cargo hold—including that hunk of junk that Bae and our family limped home in a while back—for a landing on a planet’s surface. We’re planning to find an atmosphere suitable for breathing, but we need to be ready if we can’t.”
    “Understood,” Cooper said, his mind already filtering through the repairs they would need to make. The “hunk of junk,” as Devlin called it, was actually in fairly good condition now. It had been one of those projects they’d tinkered with when everything else had seemed calm and quiet. Cooper could barely remember what calm and quiet felt like, but he was damn glad they’d done much of the work already.
    “They’re going to need a good engineer to stay on the planet with them and do running repairs if necessary.” Cooper could see where this conversation was going