Spider Bight [Deep Space Mission Corps 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page B

place in this universe you’ll be able to hide from me. Got it?”
    He laughed. “Loud and clear. I promise we’d die to make her happy.” He ended their dance, paused, and kissed her hand before bowing and then disappearing into the crowd. Emi hadn’t held a grudge against the men of the Braynow Gaston the way she had against the K-2 crew only because Graymard had admitted to Emi that’d he’d deliberately manipulated their responses in the sim to make it appear they’d made fun of Aaron, Caph, and Ford, when in reality they hadn’t.
    The sneaky bastard had stacked the deck to help her want to get to know the Tamora Bight ’s crew better in hopes she’d give them more of a chance than other prospects had. In retrospect, Emi wouldn’t complain about the results.
    Emi made her way back to the bar where Donna and Sophie had been scanning the crowd. Donna held Emi’s drink as well as her own. “Oh, there you are.” She handed the glass over. “I was about to start on this for you. Where’d you disappear to?”
    Emi sipped to give herself time to think. She didn’t want to outright lie to her friend. “Just needed to have a quick word with someone.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Emi’s men caught up with the women at the bar after Emi was already through her second drink.
    She stared at them, wondering if it was the alcohol messing with her mind, or if her men were really dressed like she thought they were.
    “Well?” Ford asked. “What do you think?”
    “She’s speechless,” Caph said.
    She mulled over her possible choices, not wanting to hurt their feelings. “You’re…dressed.”
    Aaron smiled, his brown eyes playfully catching hers. “You have no clue, do you?”
    “None,” she said with more than a little relief as she worked on her drink.
    Aaron was dressed all in silver and carried something that resembled a cane, although the top was a broad blade-looking thing, instead of a curved handle. Ford had donned ragged clothes that looked like they were straight off of a working farm on Earth, and had brownish blades of a grasslike plant hanging out all over.
    Caph, at least, she could tell he was dressed up as a lion.
    “Ha!” Ford triumphantly crowed. “If we stumped her, we’re sure to win for obscurity. See? Told you.”
    “Don’t count your trophies before they’re won,” Aaron lightly warned.
    “What are you?” Emi asked.
    “ Wizard of Oz ,” Caph said. “Aaron’s the Tin Man, Ford is the Scarecrow, and I’m the Cowardly Lion.”
    It teased something in the far, deep recesses of her brain, but not enough to make any sense. “Okay, but what are you?”
    “It was a movie and a book,” Aaron said. “They were characters.”
    “Oh. Okay.” Emi shrugged and finished off her drink. “And here we gals opted for sexy.”
    “You’re always sexy, babe,” Caph said, making a little growling sound in his throat as he pulled her close for a kiss.
    “Mmm. Are you sure this is legal?” she asked.
    “What?”
    She flicked his mane. “Bestiality.”
    He nibbled the side of her neck, melting her. “I’ll be a beast by the time we get back to the TB , all right. You do look hot.”
    Ford snatched her from Caph’s arms. “I think I’m in need of some medical attention,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. Emi didn’t miss the hard bulge rubbing against her through his costume.
    Aaron stepped behind her, his body pressing her against Ford’s. She also felt his erection along the seam of her ass. “Yes,” Aaron murmured in her ear. “I think I’m going to need a very thorough examination by a very conscientious nurse.”
    Emi wiggled her butt against both men, making them even harder. “I think that can be arranged, gentlemen.”
    “Whoo hoo, looks like Emi’s starting the party early,” Donna teased from behind them.
    Emi looked over at her friends, who were now on drink number three. Sophie grinned and held her glass up in a toast.
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