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  Love? Wait a minute… Sadie began to come back to herself a little. Now that the intense pleasure was over and the current of electrical desire between them was weakening she began to wonder what was going on. The last thing she remembered was diving into the room where the Iapetion daemon had Holt and then…nothing. Just a cold black void that she thought would never end.

  Oh Goddess, the daemon, the blackness… Sadie shivered convulsively and whimpered low in her throat.

  “Shhh, baby, it’s all right, we’re here.” It was Blakely’s voice in her ear and then she was enfolded in four warm, muscular arms and held tightly, safe and secure…two hard male bodies bracketing her own smaller, softer form.

  “Relax, Sadie. It’s all over now,” Holt whispered from the other side. “Try to sleep, sweetheart.”

  It was the best suggestion she had heard in a long time. Although part of her wanted to fight the impulse, wanted to wake up and discuss why she was naked in bed with two very naked men on either side of her, Sadie just couldn’t. She thought she had never been more tired and drained in her life. The delicious fragrance of Blakely’s sandalwood musk and Holt’s fresh rain scent mixed in her head and she drifted off to sleep.

  In the middle of the night she woke to feel the pleasure again. This time Holt was pressing tender kisses against the slopes of her breasts and Blakely’s coarse curls were brushing her inner thighs as the dark man parted her legs and tasted her hot, wet sex. They brought her to orgasm so beautifully that Sadie could only lay in the darkness between them panting at first. Gradually, however, she became aware that two hot, thick cocks were pressed against her, one at each outer thigh. She felt their need in her mind then, Holt’s like a golden flare and Blakely’s a solid yearning. They needed to be inside her, she knew it, felt it as clearly as she had ever felt anything in her life. And yet…

  Not that kind of girl. Don’t do that kind of thing… the little voice in the back of her head whispered. Although she wanted badly to open herself for them, to give both men what they so desperately needed and desired, she just couldn’t. Couldn’t spread her legs and let them do that, enter her at the same time.

  Instead, Sadie ran her hands down her thighs until she came to the moist, blunt heads of their cocks, both weeping freely for release. She heard Holt’s sudden gasp and felt Blakely’s groan, deep in his chest, as she took the heavy hot shafts in her hands and began to caress the velvety skin covering the iron hardness. She wished she could see them, wished she could compare with more than touch. Holt’s shaft felt slightly longer in her seeking right hand, but Blakely’s was thicker, she could barely get her fingers all the way around his shaft as he thrust into her left palm.

  Suddenly the impulse to taste them the way they had tasted her was on her, too strong to deny. The warm, electrical current was still flowing through her body, and in the velvety darkness, Sadie thought it must all be a dream anyway. And why not give in to the impulse if it was just a dream that would melt away in the morning? She couldn’t think of a reason good enough.

  Doing what came naturally, she slid down between them, urging them close with pets and touches until they lay on their sides, the rigid shafts rubbing together in front of her. Leaning her head down, Sadie let her silky hair trail over both straining erections drawing a moan and a gasp from her lovers before reaching down to take them both in hand again. Bringing them close she began to lick, tentatively at first and then more boldly, tasting the broad plum-shaped heads and exploring the leaking slits with a curious tongue, wanting to know them better.

  “Sadie, oh…”

  “Goddess, such a sweet mouth on you, baby…”

  Both men were panting now, trembling beneath her small soft hands and hot mouth. It gave Sadie a sense of power like she had never felt before to have both strong, muscular bodies strung tight and needful, so sensitive to her touch. Experimenting, she took Holt’s shaft into her mouth as far as she could without gagging, feeling Blakely’s cock rubbing against her cheek as she did so. The tall blond man cried out softly and she felt large, gentle hands petting her hair, urging her to take more if she could. She fondled the tight sack below his shaft and savored his taste, clean and sharp against her tongue.

  Then it was Blakely’s turn and the dark man moaned low in his throat, almost a growl as Sadie struggled to get his thick, musky shaft between her lips. He was hairier than Holt and she loved the coarse scratch of his tight curls as she pressed her face against his flat belly and sucked him hard and long, savoring his spicy flavor.

  “Sadie, baby…gonna come,” Blakely was gasping and Holt was whispering something similar from the other side. Sadie knew she wanted to feel their hot liquid bathing her flesh. Taking both straining shafts firmly in her hands, she stroked until the darkness was filled with their masculine groans and cries.

  Holt came first, pumping his load in hot jets over her full breasts and Blakely was soon to follow, spraying her throat and upper chest with his seed. Sadie felt hot and wild and wanton, freer than she’d ever been while the warm cum ran down between her breasts and over her flat belly to puddle between her thighs. She thought she could feel some of it trickling into the slippery slit of her sex and had a sudden fierce wish to feel it all the way inside her, to feel their seed filling her cunt instead of coating her tits.

  The warm, electrical connection was so strong that she would have spread her legs right then and let them have anything they wanted if it had been possible. But both Holt and Blakely were spent now, at least for the present. She would have to think of an alternative.

  Sadie lay down in the warm darkness between them, fragrant with the scent of their sex and whispered, “Clean me off, boys.” Two hot, wet tongues went to work immediately, fulfilling her request as Sadie moaned and twisted, loving the way Holt and Blakely licked away the seed from the slopes of her breasts, her aching nipples, her soft belly, and, especially, from between her thighs. Holt made sure personally that no cum was left in the soft, slippery cleft of her hot sex while Blakely kissed her mouth, sharing the flavor of all three of them with her. Sadie touched them in the darkness, burying one hand in Blakely’s rough curls as he kissed her and fingering the pale, silky gold of Holt’s hair as he cleaned tenderly between her legs and pressed two long fingers into her tight channel.

  The pleasure was gentler this time, but no less intense and Sadie felt herself riding the crest of a feather-soft orgasm before she fell panting back on the bed and sleep took her at last.

  14

  Sadie woke up because something was tickling her nose. Stretching languorously, she became aware that she felt deliciously tender around her nipples and between her legs. She thought hazily that it was some dream she had had last night. Blakely and Holt, both at once, licking and sucking in the darkness. The feel of two hard, masculine bodies bracketing her own as they pressed against her…Wait a minute.

  Coming fully awake, Sadie realized that there was a hard masculine body on either side of her. Opening her eyes, she saw that she had her face buried in the wiry mat of black hair that covered Blakely’s chest; that was what had been tickling her nose. Holt’s smoother chest was pressed against her back and she could feel his warm breath against the back of her neck as she lay in the warm cocoon created by their bodies. Two warm morning erections pressed against her, Holt’s nestling between her buttocks and Blakely’s between her thighs. Not only was she lying in bed with two men, but all three of them were stark naked.

  Oh my merciful Goddess! Sadie jumped out of bed, clumsy in her attempt to get away from the dream that had turned into a nightmare. Surely the dream images couldn’t be true. Surely she hadn’t really let them touch her that way, taste her that way…

  Stumbling into the fresher and slamming the door behind her, Sadie examined her naked body in the holo-viewer anxiously. Her nipples were red and tender and there were passion marks along the creamy swells of her breasts. Worse yet, there were more marks over her belly and between her thighs. The dream flashed
through the forefront of her brain again like a pornographic vid show. Both hot mouths on her body, sucking her nipples, parting her thighs, bathing her sex, licking, tasting, pressing inside her…No! It couldn’t be true. But the image of herself in the holo-viewer didn’t lie.

  And if that part of the dream is true, then the rest of it must be, too. Sadie cringed in shame as she remembered touching them both, taking both hot, heavy shafts down her throat and sucking for all she was worth, the erotic spray of warm cum coating her body and two wet tongues bathing her, licking her clean…The Solar System’s biggest slut, that’s what I’ve become, she thought miserably. What would her Aunt Minnie or Gerald think of her if they could see her now? No doubt they’d be shocked and disgusted. Sadie shook her head. How had it happened? Somehow she had been sucked into the strange connection that existed between the two partners.

  Not knowing what else to do, she turned on the sonic shower full throttle and stood in the buffeting blasts, wishing she could wash the shame from her memory as well as Blakely and Holt’s marks from her skin.

  When she came out of the fresher the bedroom was empty, for which she was profoundly grateful. She had no idea how she was going to face Blakely and Holt after the things all three of them had done together last night. No idea at all. She looked around for the shirt and pants she had been wearing the day before, but they were nowhere to be found. Instead, lying on the bed was a selection of clothing she had never seen before.

  At first Sadie was delighted…new clothes! She was damn tired of wearing Blakely and Holt’s shirts everywhere. Then she felt ashamed that the prospect of new clothes could make her so happy in the middle of an emotional crisis. But still…new clothes were new clothes, right? Wrong, she quickly found out.

  “What is this stuff?” she muttered, sifting through the glitzy pile of fabric on the bed. It all appeared to be her size, but that was the nicest thing she could say for the bunch of clothes. Barely there baby-doll dresses, cutaway crop-tops with skintight hot pants to match, one thing that looked like an evening gown, but had a neck-line that plunged to the navel, demi-bras that didn’t cover her nipples and crotch-less panties all met her eyes as she searched. Everything on the bed put the outfits she’d worn while undercover as a prostie-borg to shame, making the gold mesh dress she’d had on the day she met Blakely and Holt look like a nun’s habit in comparison. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Or was this the way Blakely and Holt expected her to dress now that they were all on more “intimate” terms?

  Sadie could feel herself getting angrier and angrier as she sorted through the skimpy clothing. They wanted her to dress like a slut? Fine, she would. Might as well, she thought bitterly. I’ve been acting like a slut, might as well dress like one, too.

  Pulling on the skimpiest outfit she could find, a demi-bra that pushed up her full breasts without covering her plump nipples, a pair of crotch-less panties, and a silky, see-though robe made of some gauzy fabric that clung to her skin, she marched out of the bedroom to confront the partners.

  Blakely and Holt were sitting in the food prep area, conversing quietly while Holt prepared some concentrates at the counter and Blakely pored over the portable map-screen he had set up at the table. Neither one of them noticed her until she was standing right in front of them, hands on her hips, one toe tapping impatiently.

  At last, Blakely looked up from the map-screen and noticed her. “Hey, kid, how are…” was as far as he got before he broke off and just stared at her.

  Holt turned around and got an eyeful as well. “Sadie, what…” he started but then he, too, was unable to finish.

  “What’s the matter, boys? Don’t you like my outfit?” Sadie asked, her mouth twisted into a furious grin that was more like a snarl. “I thought it was appropriate enough after the way we all acted last night.”

  “Sadie, sweetheart, it wasn’t like that,” Blakely protested, a look of hurt and distress passing over his dark features. “It’s not what you think.”

  “Oh, no?” Sadie shot back. “Well then please enlighten me, Detective Blakely. What else could it possibly be?”

  “You were hurt—dying. We had to heal you, Sadie. The same way we healed your hand. If you’ll sit down for a minute, I can explain.” Holt’s voice was quiet but commanding. Although she didn’t want to, Sadie found herself remembering the way her cut hand had healed after the passionate three-way touching and kissing they had shared on the couch. Could this be something like that? After all, the last thing she remembered was charging into the daemon’s lair. What had happened to her afterward?

  “What happened to me yesterday?” she asked, a little faintly, sinking down at the food-prep table, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. She was sitting next to Blakely who looked like he wanted to put an arm around her but didn’t quite dare.

  “What’s the last thing you remember?” Holt asked her, gently, taking the chair on the opposite side of her so that, once again, she was between them.

  Sadie shivered. “I remember standing by the door and watching you talk to the prostie-borg who was actually Xavier. And then I realized that the…the daemon was getting closer and closer to you and I tried to shout, tried to warn you, but I was frozen, Holt. It had me locked in place somehow. I couldn’t do anything but watch and I thought it was going to kill you. It was going to kill you and there was nothing I could do.” Her voice was small and dry and when she swallowed, Sadie heard a dry clicking sound in her throat. The horror of the situation, being frozen in place while the daemon got closer and closer to the back of Holt’s golden head…It had to be one of the worst memories of her life. And it was still so fresh.

  “But you did do something, Sadie. You saved me—kept the daemon distracted long enough for Blake to get there. I couldn’t believe it when I saw you in the middle of that mess, fighting that damn thing with nothing but Blake’s old sardi-knife.” Holt sighed and ran one large hand through his hair, making it a fine blond rumple that stuck up all over. He took her hand, rubbing along her palm with one thumb as he spoke. “That took guts, Sadie, real guts, and I owe you an apology. I seriously underestimated your abilities and your courage. I won’t do it again.”

  “But then why, how…?” She looked up into sapphire eyes, trying to get the image of the roiling clouds of blackness that had been the daemon out of her mind.

  “The daemon got you, bit you instead of Holt.” Blakely continued the narrative in the way she had come to expect. “It…it was feeding on you, kid. By the time we got it off you, you looked half dead. We thought we were gonna lose you.” The pain in the dark man’s indigo eyes was easy to see and he took Sadie’s other hand and brought it softly to his lips. “We did the only thing we could think of, baby. And we were so afraid we were too late, that it wasn’t gonna work. You were slippin’ away so fast.”

  Sitting between them, with both Holt and Blakely holding one of her hands, Sadie began to feel that strange, seductive energy flowing again. It prickled along her spine and hardened her nipples with aching need. She felt her sex getting wet and hot and ready…It felt so good, so right and yet she knew it was wrong. It was this same energy that had seduced her into doing things she never would have dreamed of the night before.

  “Stop it!” she cried, yanking her hands away from them as though they were both red-hot and she had been burned. Breaking the connection, she thought, wrapping the see-through robe tightly around her body like a shield. She was tired of dancing around the issue and trying to figure it out by herself. It was time to ask outright.

  “What is this weird…energy between you two? And why were you able to heal me in the first place? I don’t know much about Iapetion daemons, but I know their bite is utterly lethal. I should be dead right now if what you’re telling me is true. Why aren’t I?” She looked frantically between both sets of blue eyes, indigo and sapphire, demanding an answer to the mystery that had plagued her almost from the moment she had set eyes on Blakely and Holt. “Well?” she demanded.
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  They exchanged a brief glance that apparently spoke volumes. Leaning toward her but being careful not to touch her in any way, Holt started. “This is something we should have told you a long time ago, Sadie. I have to apologize because Blake wanted to tell you and I didn’t. I know now that it would have been better to be up front about everything but…It’s just that I recently ended a relationship with someone I cared for a lot because of…well, because of the situation between Blake and me, and I guess I was afraid of being hurt again.” Holt sighed and looked troubled. He picked up a packet of lactose spread from the table top and began playing with it aimlessly.

  “What my partner is tryin’ to say is that he hasn’t been very lucky in love lately.” Blakely picked up the narrative seamlessly. “He had to give up what seemed to be a very good relationship because the lady in question wasn’t able to handle certain aspects of his lifestyle.”

  “What aspects?” Sadie insisted on hearing him say it although she was pretty sure she had a good idea. “Was it…” She swallowed hard. “Did he want to…to share her with you? Was that why she left him?”

  “That was part of it. But it wasn’t just that Holt wanted to share Gillian with me—he needed to. But she couldn’t handle it.” Blakely looked up and there was a depth of sadness in the indigo eyes that took Sadie’s breath away. “We’re a Tandem Unit, Sadie. Understand?”

  “No,” she shook her head. “Explain it to me.”

  Blakely sighed again. “Around six years ago when Holt and I came outta blues and made detective there was a new gadget…a real innovation that was s’posed to revolutionize police work on Old Earth. A Tandemizer—a chip implanted in the base of the brain—the medulla oblongata—that allowed two partners to work as one. It allows you to sense your partner’s whereabouts at all times, to move as a unit and avoid danger. It was a great idea at the time.” He sighed again and ran one hand through his thick, curly hair. “Holt and I have been best friends since our Academy days and we were already great partners, but we liked the idea of being even better. We volunteered for the process. But…there were side effects.”