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  “Do it.” He commanded. Their love was waiting on them.

  Chapter 10

  Myla didn’t know how long she would have to wait until Dwaain and Lewan returned from their patrol. The person that had escorted her to their home told her it could be days or weeks, if not longer. The young man had shown her how to work the communicator and how to call for nourishment and anything else she might need. Then he hurried off to some other assignment.

  Myla walked through the house looking in all the rooms. It didn’t take her long to figure out which belonged to Dwaain and which was Lewan’s. The rooms were as different as the men’s personalities. She found a third bedroom that was set up for a woman. It was decorated in the way she had told the men she would do her quarters when she moved out of her father’s house. She wondered if they had created the space with her in mind.

  Xylan was a military planet. The front of the house faced a large courtyard and Myla could see the regiment as they practiced their drills. She watched in fascination at the precision and beauty of their movements until the day began to grow dark and she realized how tired she was. She decided to go to bed. There was no point in staying awake. She had no idea how long she would need to wait.

  At first, she went into the sleeping quarters that had been designed for a woman. She tossed and turned there for hours before giving up and going back to the window where she could watch the brigade again.

  She wasn’t sure what had awoken her, but she listened and could hear the murmur of voices. Was it Dwaain and Lewan or had someone managed to break into the house? What should she do? She felt her pockets for the weapon she always carried. Even though she had bodyguards with her most of the time, she had been taught self-defense and always had something to defend herself with. Where was it? Then she remembered. When she had been escorted to Dwaain and Lewan’s home, her small knife had been taken from her, and she had been assured that there would be someone posted outside the door at all times. Where was the guard and who was in the house with her?

  It was several hours later when Dwaain and Lewan landed on their home planet. The plan to intercept Myla’s transport had been aborted due to the fact that they were sent to rescue a stranded ship.

  The house was dark when they arrived home. They entered quietly not wanting to wake Myla if she was sleeping. Both Dwaain and Lewan were exhausted and so anxious to see Myla that they weren’t thinking straight. They didn’t think that she would be frightened in a strange place. The just though about getting home to her.

  Myla didn’t stop to think. She found a weapon and a place to hide. No one was going to take advantage of her. She didn’t know where her guard had gone and wasn’t going to worry about it now. She was so close to seeing her men.

  Nothing was going to get in the way of that.

  She crouched behind the large sofa holding the lamp over her head, ready to strike. Closer…closer…just a little closer and Wham! She watched the smaller of the two intruders fall to their knees. Got Him!

  She was about to swing for the larger target when the lamp and her hand was caught. “What the hell?” a man’s voice yelled.

  Wait…was that Dwaain? What was he doing sneaking into the house? Who was with him?

  “Dwaain? Is that you?” she asked quietly, still holding the lamp in a defensive position.

  “Yes, little one. Here let me take that from you,” he said taking the lamp gently from her hands and setting it on the table. He pulled her up and into his arms.

  “Who did it hit? Was it Lewan? Oh, my gods! Was he hurt? Please tell me he’s okay,” she pushed away from Dwaain and ran to Lewan who was now sitting on the floor rubbing the side of his head.

  “I’m okay, sweetheart. It’s going to take more than a little thing like you to do any damage to me,” he told her pulling her into his lap and showing her with his lips just how he was feeling.

  When he freed her mouth, she looked up at him, “You’re really okay?”

  “I’m fine.” He stood bringing her up in his arms and started walking towards the bedrooms.

  “Where are you taking me? Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine sweetheart. I’m taking you to the bedroom unless you want Dwaain and me to take you on the floor.” He leaned down and grazed his lips across the skin above her breasts as he continued walking.

  “Oh. Don’t you want to talk first?” Myla was worried they would be upset after what her father had done. She wanted a chance to explain to them that it wasn’t her. She didn’t want them thinking she didn’t want them. “Talk after,” Dwaain practically grunted as he took her from Lewan’s arms and sat on the side of the bed with her.

  To Lewan, he said, “Stop hogging her.”

  Myla giggled and lifted her arms so Lewan could pull her shirt over her head. He cupped each of her breasts with his hands, gently squeezing the soft globes. “I’ve missed these,” he said softly placing a soft kiss on the top of each globe.

  Dwaain was slowly trailing biting kisses down her neck. He licked and nipped a path down her back to the waist of the sleep shorts she was wearing. He lifted her up to stand.

  Lewan moved to kneel in front of her and pulled the garment down, throwing them to the side out of his way. He spread her legs and planted a soft kiss on her mons, just above her clit. When he lifted her legs over his shoulder, Dwaain wrapped his arms around her chest just under her breasts and pulled her back against him. Her pussy was over Lewan’s mouth, and he took serious advantage of it.

  Myla let her head fall back on Dwaain’s shoulder. She relaxed her body and just let herself feel. It was obvious that the men were not mad at her. There would be plenty of time for talking later.

  Dwaain lay back on the bed pulling Myla with him. When he and Lewan had received the distress signal, all he had wanted to do was ignore it and return to Xylan and Myla, but he couldn’t do that. His duty had to come first, and with the Meglan still causing havoc in the quadrant he couldn’t leave the stranded ship helpless. The rescue took hours longer than it should have due to the condition of the ship. Why some people were allowed to travel, he had no idea. The ship was in such disrepair that it took him and Lewan hours to get them moving again. He was where he belonged now. The universe was right again. Myla was in his home, his bed, and his arms where she belonged. He was never letting her go again. Something Lewan was doing to her made her stiffen in his arms, and a long low moan came from her. It was time to join the party.

  He pulled her up slightly in his arms and pulled the lobe of one ear between his teeth. He loved feeling the shiver that ran through her body. He’d known from the first minute he’d seen her that she was the one for him. Soon he would ask her to share the life bond with him and Lewan. Then she would be theirs forever.

  He kept her balanced for Lewan and scraped his teeth down her spine to her ass, then back up to the back of her neck. He laid back on the bed pulling her with him so that she was laying her back to his chest. Lewan moved up her body, licking and kissing his way to her breasts, slowly teasing her as he went.

  Lewan lifted up and took her mouth in a thorough kiss.

  Dwaain reached down and slowly spread her ass cheeks. He ran one finger around her little round hole, slowly rimming it. “Are you up to having both of us tonight, little one?”

  Myla moaned, “Yes. I’ve missed you both so much.” She arched her body, and he pressed his finger in a little deeper.

  “I will have you here tonight,” he growled in her ear as he bit down lightly on the lobe.

  “Oh, please. Don’t make me wait any longer,” Myla moaned.

  Lewan stood and helped her adjust her body to get ready to take both of them. “Relax, baby. You know how to do this. Dwaain is going to start easing in now. Deep breath and hold it.”

  Myla listened and let Lewan guide her as Dwaain slowly entered her body. Inch by inch he worked himself in. He took it slow and let her adjust as he pressed his way into her. “That’s it, my little princess. Relax and l
et me in,” he pressed slowly and gently in until he could go no deeper.

  He used his legs to part her, opening her for Lewan. “My turn now my love,” Lewan said as he fit himself to her pussy and started pressing in. With Dwaain already inside her, the fit was tight, and Myla had to take a deep breath to relax enough to let him in.

  “Next time will be slower, but we both want you so much that things are going to happen fast.” Lewan pressed his way in and leaned over her balancing on one arm so as not to hurt her.

  He and Dwaain started a slow rhythm that quickly increased until they were all on the brink. When one of them was pushing inside her, the other was pulling out until Myla didn’t know where she ended and they began. She felt the rush of her body and dug her fingers into the thick muscles in Lewan’s shoulder holding on in a tight grip.

  Lewan took his free hand and worked it between their bodies adding stimulation to the clit until he felt her spasming around him. “I’m so close,” Myla moaned, trying to arch her body and get more contact, but with Lewan lying over her and Dwaain’s arm an iron band around her, she could only move as much as they let her. “Soon, baby, soon and we will all be there,” Dwaain gripped her hip in one hand and pulled her tight to him. Lewan leaned closer, and she was the filling in a man sandwich. The perfect place to be.

  She felt their thrusts speed up and soon was lost in the explosion as they all reached their climax. Lewan collapsed on top of her, squishing her even more tightly to Dwaain. After a few seconds she pushed at Lewan, breathing was becoming a challenge. She couldn’t get enough air. “You need to move,” she gasped, pushing at his shoulder.

  “Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” he said as he rolled to one side pulling her with him, and keeping them connected. Dwaain followed until they were all laying on their sides. “Are you okay now, sweetheart?” Lewan asked, moving the hair out of her face.

  “Yes, I can breathe now,” Myla answered and as her breathing slowed she drifted to sleep.

  Chapter 11

  The men woke her several times during the night both separately and together and Myla was stiff and sore the next morning. She woke alone in the bed, but there was a note and cup of hot tea next to the bed waiting for her. “Had to report in to debrief. We’ll be back later. Love Dwaain and Lewan.” She held the note to her chest a minute and smiled. It was apparent they weren’t upset at the way her father had treated them. She got up and showered, then dressed in a loose, comfortable house dress for the day.

  She fixed another cup of tea and returned to the window to watch the regiment do drills again until her men once again returned.

  She must have fallen asleep. She woke to the feeling of being carried. She looked up, and Dwaain was carrying her towards the dining area. “We have something special for you,” he whispered in her hair.

  Myla let her arms slip around his neck and relaxed. Everything was right in the universe again. Dwaain stood her on her feet, and she looked around. The room was lit with candles and filled with flowers. They must have done it all while she slept. Dwaain walked over to stand by Lewan, and the both dropped to one knee. “Myla we want you to be life bonded to us. Will you share our lives and bear our young? We promise to be yours forever and always.”

  Myla felt her heart swell with love for the two men, “Yes. Yes, I will share the life bond with you. As for children, I think we might have already started that.”

  “What? Are you?” Lewan couldn’t say it out loud. His dreams were coming true.

  “I think while we were on the planet I became with child. There is a life growing inside of me.” She hadn’t told anyone yet. She’d been waiting to tell her men first.

  Dwaain stood first and grabbed her in his arms swinging her around so that her feet left the floor. “That is good news, more reason to celebrate.” He twirled her into Lewan’s arms who also swung her around.

  “It is time for celebration, the people will continue.” All babies were celebrated.

  Epilogue

  Two years later

  Myla had her hands full with her family. There were now seven of them in total. Her first two sons were just over one year old, and then thenext two were only a couple months. Four boys in two years. She hoped this next one was a girl. She needed to even the odds a little. She wondered how Lewan and Dwaain would react. The birth of her second set of twins had been hard on her, and the men were very worried about her having more children. Once she had her girl, she would stop. She stood by the window and watched her older boys try to copy the drills that their fathers led every day. Watching their little pudgy legs try to march brought a smile to her face.

  She felt a pair of arms slip around her waist and leaned her head back on the shoulder of Dwaain. Tonight she would tell him and Lewan they were to be fathers again.

  The End

  Also by Rose Nickol

  Club de Fleurs

  Club de Fleurs: Jenna

  Club de Fleurs 2: Sadie

  Club de Fleurs 3: Theresa

  Club de Fleurs 4: Rachel

  Club de Fleurs 5: Tina's Twins

  Club de Fleurs 6: Tasha

  Club de Fleurs 7: Melissa

  All the President’s Men

  All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel

  All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat

  All the President's Men 3: Dillon's Dainty Delight

  Ransom Ranch

  Ransom Ranch1 : Dakota Pride

  Avery’s Last Ride (A Ransom Ranch Story) Dakota Pride 2

  Men in Blue

  Gavin’s Bliss

  Cara’s Truth

  Black Hawk Creek

  Jakey’s Pride

  Heroes of the Heart

  Rescuing Their Heart

  Rescuing Their Love

  Kodiak Matings

  Bearly Mated

  Romancing a Space Ranger

  A.M. Halford

  Planet Genus Nine is a key location for the human expansion into space and is presently used as a primary military base. Lieutenant James Wright is in charge of the new arrival, civilian architect Martin Black. Martin is on Genus Nine to build a new rec-center and hospital wing.

  These two butt heads at any given situation, but an attack on the military base forces them to face their desires and each other. With an alien threat, meddling exes, and just their own stubborn prides in the way, can Martin and James find love together?

  Thank you to Kizzie Jones for inviting me to join this anthology.

  Thank you to Avril Stepowski for the amazing job editing this book.

  Chapter 1

  The stale, recycled air of the domed colony was certainly not any better than the recycled air on the ship. Still, the elbow room was much appreciated. Why did they insist on cramming people together like sardines in a can? It made for a horrible trip.

  Martin stretched his arms, enjoying the ability to do so. Between the overcrowded quarters and the low bulkheads, he hadn’t been able to stand to his full height of six-six for a week. Any longer and he feared forming a hump on his back.

  “Are you Martin Black?” The firm, commanding voice came from his left and Martin turned to see the mocha colored man standing at attention in full fatigues. “I’m Lieutenant James Wright, your liaison.”

  Right, he recalled something about someone meeting him when he arrived on Genus Nine, the military outpost located in the newly discovered Genus system. He’d thought it would be some paper pushing, desk jockey. Not this delicious looking dark chocolate treat.

  “A pleasure,” Martin put on his best smile and allowed seduction to seep into his voice.

  The scowl he received was not the reaction he was accustomed to. Usually, men smiled when he turned on the charm.

  “I’ll show you to your sleeping quarters and office if you’ll follow me,” James turned sideways and directed Martin to follow him with a gesture of his hand.

  Grabbing his bag, Martin followed his escort and took a certain pleasure in watching him from
behind. He always did have a thing for a man in uniform, and James’ fit him perfectly. It wrapped around what was obviously a strong body, just enough to give definition to the muscles beneath. And that ass! He didn’t think those pants could frame it more perfectly. The dark gray wasn’t exactly complimentary, but it didn’t take away from James’ dark looks either. The silver winged pin marked him as a pilot, the addition of the single star between them indicated he was a Ranger—a specialized solider who was trained to fight both in space and planet side. Topping it all off, his black hair was cut short, as all in the military wore it.

  Distracted by his observations of the man and all his deliciousness, Martin came up short when James stopped in front of a Land Rover. Colliding against a firm back, Martin suppressed a groan at the feel of that firm ass pressed against his half-hard cock. The fact they were the same height sure wasn’t helping anything. The only real difference in their builds was Martin was slimmer.

  “Sorry,” he smiled as his liaison turned to glare at him impassively. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

  “If you’d please get into the vehicle,” James motioned to the Land Rover, his voice still in that trained neutrality.

  “Of course,” Martin nodded. Setting his bag into the back, he climbed into the front passenger seat as James got into the driver’s side.

  “Please do not attempt to move about the compound on your own,” James instructed as he put the Rover into gear and drove away from the airport. “If you do need to go somewhere other than the construction site, clear it with me first.”