Free Delivered to the Aliens: Cosmic Connections by Nancey Cummings, Starr Huntress

two... romantic with each other?” she asked. They had two beds, not one, but she had to know. Would it make a difference? She was here for a year, regardless, but the idea that the two men would kiss her and then each other made her hot and excited.
    Alton shook his head. “No. I like Zan plenty but not like that.”
    “Think of it as a hobby we share, like fishing,” Zan added.
    “This is nothing like fishing,” Sophia said.
    “Sure it is,” he said. “Only we’re fucking.”
    “Actually,” Alton said, “she’s right. It’s more like hunting.” They grinned ear to ear and gave each other a fist bump. Boys.
    Sophia rolled her eyes and broke away. The slow fog of the sweet wine lifted and her mind cleared. “So you play a game of who can seduce a woman first and then what? Threesome?” Possessive jealousy flared at the idea of another woman with her men.
    Alton shook his head and reached for her hand. “Lots of women like the idea of a threesome, but when you’re looking for a long term relationship the prospects dry up.”
    Alton still held her hand. Sophia eyed him warily. Zan reached in and placed his hand on top of theirs. “As you can imagine, it’s hard finding a woman open minded enough to settle down on an active sentry post.”
    “Warriors not popular husband material?”
    “We’re a bit rough for some,” he said.
    Sophia laughed. Rough was an understatement but she wasn't put off by their sloppy housekeeping. The two gorgeous men may have been feral bachelors but they were desperate to seduce her, yearning for a serious relationship. When it rains, it pours.
    Zan and Alton shared a look.
    “We’re not that funny,” Alton said.
    “Speak for yourself. I’m hilarious.”
    “No,” Sophia said, shaking her head. “It’s not you. It’s all this.” She waved a hand vaguely at the males and then larger room as a whole.
    “I realize this is not the Terran way,” Alton said. Not even close. “We can go as slow as you need.” He sighed and briefly disappointment flickered across his face.
    Sophia smiled at the sweet, sincere expression. She reached up and patted his cheek. His eyes closed, leaning into her hand. “Thank you for understanding,” she said.
    “This is really fast and I don’t know anything about you two.”
    “You know I’m a terrible dancer,” Alton said, hands on her waist and pulling her back to him. 
    “Not so terrible,” she said. Practice makes perfect and as long as practicing meant she got to be held against his hard, taunt form, she was all about practice.
    Alton led her in a two step, twirling to the rhythm. Each movement grew more confident. Zan joined seamlessly, taking her mid twirl and placing his hand on her waist. They did not miss a step. The men traded her between them, moving in harmony, functioning as a whole. The men moved better together than separately. Hmm. Maybe there was something to the idea of good on the dance floor being good in bed. She hoped so.
    “Think about it,” Alton said, pulling her close when the melody slowed. “Twice the hands, twice the tail and twice the mouths.”
    That sounded so appealing.
    Zan pressed behind her, his hands on her waist. Alton’s hands on her lower back. It felt natural to be between the two alien males, protected and secure. She didn’t notice when Zan brushed back her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. Alton’s hands caressed her hips and the curve of her bottom. It seemed right when Alton leaned for a gentle kiss. His lips brushed against hers in invitation to greater pleasures. She hummed with delight and turned to kiss Zan.
    Zan’s lips claimed hers with intensity. Alton’s long fingers skimmed up her thighs, lifting up the hem of her dress. His fingers worked under the thin fabric of her soaked panties. Zan pressed into her from behind, his arousal obvious. Alton held her in the front, his hands on her hips, equally aroused. Two could be nice. Extraordinary, actually.
    “Don’t make