Emma: Part One (Outpost Nine Book 1) (8 page)

"Oh," Emma said, finally understanding why Jack had picked her up and put her on Max like this. She had expected the usual missionary position for her first time, but this seemed like a much better idea.

Swallowing nervously, she took hold of Max's cock and tried to ignore the fact that her fingers couldn't reach all the way around his thick erection. With Jack's help, she lifted up and slid Max's cock between her legs. The crown slipped between her labia and stimulated her clit. She gasped at the unexpected sensation and then laughed nervously as she awkwardly moved into place. Jack nipped at her neck and talked softly against her ear while Max soothingly petted her sides.

When she lined up Max's cock with her opening, Emma encountered so much resistance. Jack's fingers had prepared her for an invasion, but they weren't this thick. She tried to push down harder but fear of the pain she was sure would follow prevented her from being effective. Desperate, she looked to Max. "Help me?"

“Are you sure?”

She could see the worry etched into his face. The cyborg was dying to be inside her, but he seemed desperate to make sure that this was what she wanted. She had no doubt that if she said “stop,” the men would do it instantly and retreat to the living room.

Leaning forward, she boldly kissed Max. She gazed into his eyes and smiled shyly. “I’m sure.”

Max nodded and grasped her hips. “This is going to hurt.”

“It’s okay.” She wasn’t sure who she was trying to reassure now.

With one solid, sharp thrust, he tore through the remnants of the membrane guarding her sex. Emma's eyes widened at the quicksilver flash of pain. She lifted her backside until just the top few inches of Max's cock remained buried in her throbbing pussy. Her nails scratched his chest and she made little mewling noises of discomfort.

"I'm so sorry, Emma." The guilt on Max's face made her chest tighten. He looked positively penitent. He sat up, his rippled abs engaging seamlessly, and hugged her to his chest. "I'm sorry." He gripped her face and gazed into her eyes. "Do you want to stop? I'll pull out slowly."

"No!" She clutched at his shoulders. She wanted to see this through, wanted to finish what they'd started. "Just don't go any deeper yet, okay?"

"No, honey, I won't." Max reclined against the pillows and caressed her stomach. "You're in control. You tell us what you want."

Feeling a bit helpless and out of her depth, she admitted, "I don't know what I want."

"Let's see if this helps," Jack offered and slid his hand around to her lower belly. His nimble fingertips found her clit. At first, it didn't feel very good at all. The stimulation of her clit did nothing to quell the lancing pain of Max's huge cock stretching her virgin passage. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the stinging burn down there. Max's rough palms smoothed up and down her front. His hands skimmed her breasts and nipples. Jack sucked on her neck and turned her face for his deep, sensual kisses.

By slow degrees, Emma relaxed and started to find some enjoyment. The men caressed and kissed her until every nerve ending in her body hummed with pleasure and arousal. Inch by inch, she carefully pushed down on Max's monstrous erection. She couldn't take all of him, not yet, but he didn't seem to mind. The look on his face betrayed his absolute rapture at simply being inside her.

Soon, the combination of Jack's swirling fingers and the fullness of Max's cock started to feel really,
really
good. Emma began to swivel her hips. She put her palms on Max's muscled chest for support and experimented with different movements. Back and forth felt incredibly nice, but up and down was even better.

"Oh, hell yes, Emma!" Max's hands curved around her bottom. "Ride my cock, baby. Ride me until you come."

She shivered as Jack's teeth grazed her neck. Her hips snapped back and forth, her slick nectar easing the friction between her body and Max's. She closed her eyes and let loose her inner wild woman. The primitive call to mate overwhelmed her. Every cell in her body seemed focused on one thing: pleasure. Jack's fingers never broke their rhythm. She chased the panicky, shuddery feeling of climax building in her lower belly. She could feel the slick heat of her growing wetter and wetter as she bounced on Max’s lap. Her fingers flexed against his hairy chest as she drew closer and closer to the edge. "Max. Oh.
Max!
"

Emma screamed as she came, her pussy fluttering around Max's big erection. He gripped her hips and jackhammered her cunt from below. The muscles in his neck strained and his eyes rolled back in his head as she rode him with abandon, slamming down to meet every one of his deep thrusts.

There was a split second of warning before Max climaxed. She saw it in his face but it was too late. She couldn't move fast enough and, frankly, in that moment didn't care anymore. Something primal ignited within her. She pressed down, taking his shaft all the way into her pussy, until the head slammed up against the entrance to her womb. Hot seed splashed her insides. Max growled and shouted her name over and over again "
Emma
. Emma!"

Overwhelmed by it all, she fell forward and smothered him with kisses. His strong arms wound around her and his fingers tangled in her hair. They exchanged passionate kisses until Jack lifted her from Max's body and placed her on her back. Max rolled onto his side, resting his head on his palm, as Jack maneuvered into position and slid home with a long, slow thrust.

"Jack!" Emma curled a hand behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. She loved the way he looked at her. So intense, his eyes smoldering. Jack's tongue stabbed deep in her mouth, mimicking the movements of his pumping hips. He stoked a fire inside her, fanning the flames of her lust until she bucked beneath him and begged for more. "Faster, Jack.” She scratched at his shoulders and begged, “Harder."

He gave her exactly what she wanted. His cheek grazed hers as he fucked her like a wild thing. Though she was certain she would be sore come morning, she didn’t regret a moment of the wicked, wicked way Jack loved her. She ground her body against his, squeezing every last ounce of stimulation from his rutting frame. This time her orgasm came upon her slow and steady, like a gentle wave engulfing the beach. Mouth open, she gazed into his smoky eyes and climaxed silently. Jack groaned and captured Emma’s mouth mere seconds before he stiffened and spilled his seed. Her tight sheath milked his throbbing cock until they both collapsed in a spent, sweaty heap.

Long moments passed before Emma regained the ability to move. She stirred beneath Jack, prompting him to slide off to her right. He rolled onto his side and draped his arm over her waist. Max curled up her to her left and let his arm fall just below Jack's.

For a long time, both men played with her hair and peppered tender kisses along the curve of her neck and her jaw. They rubbed her stomach and swept their rough palms up and down her thighs. Both of them studied her as if she were some otherworldly creature they couldn’t quite figure out.

Finally, Max broke the spell of lust-induced haze. “I’m sorry, Emma.”

“For what?” she asked, her voice soft but husky.

“I lost control with you at the end. I shouldn’t have done that. It was selfish of me to put you at risk.”

Like Max, Jack had a hard time meeting her eyes as he said, “We both failed in that respect.” Guilt darkened his handsome face. “I don’t know what came over me. You felt so good and it’s been so long…” He buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry.”

She hated that they both felt so guilty when she shared the same responsibility for what had happened. Though slightly upset with herself for being so reckless, she didn’t regret her first experience at all.

"It's all right." Emma touched their chests. "I think we all got wrapped up in the moment. I know it was nothing like I expected. It was so intense."

Max's hand flattened over her belly in a protective way. "If you get pregnant, we'll take care of you, Emma."

"We take the responsibility of fatherhood very seriously," Jack added, his hand settling over Max's.

Emma's heart swelled at their response to the possibility of a child. They could have just as easily shirked the responsibility. "Thank you, but I don't think we need to worry. I'm not sure I can get pregnant," she admitted quietly.

"You're sterile?" Jack's surprise tightened his voice. "You know this for sure?"

She shook her head. "I'm not sterile. I have cycles." Her face flushed at the awkwardness of discussing her menstrual cycle with the two cyborgs. "They're just not regular. I've only had two this year."

"Oh," Max said, seemingly relieved. "That's fairly common with Original women living outside the wire. It's your lack of food and stress. Human women inside the protected sectors have normal fertility."

Emma wondered at their strange response to the possibility of her being sterile. Avery's voice echoed in her head. What had she said? That cyborgs were facing the same population problems? And what was it Jack had mentioned? They were out doing a census and other recon.

What if they really
were
looking for young, healthy, human women of childbearing age?

A cold feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. The sticky wetness between her thighs only enhanced her agitation. Was this just part of some bigger plan? What if the cyborgs really were running some sort of twisted breeding program? Had she just walked right into a trap?

Bolting up right, she hugged her knees to her chest and glared at the men lounging on either side of her. "Is that why you two were so intent on seducing me?"

Both men frowned. Jack touched her arm. "What are you talking about, Emma?"

"Is it because you want to breed me? Is that all I am to you? Just an empty womb for your seed?" She hated the shrill tone to her voice but it couldn’t be helped. Only moments earlier, she had been awash in the afterglow of her first sexual experience. Now she was awash in panic.

"Emma," Jack said firmly, “this was nothing like that. Our attraction to you has nothing to do with the state of your uterus. It’s
you
we want. But," he added carefully, "there are certain laws concerning unions between humans and cyborgs. We have to—"

The light in her bedroom flickered twice before going dark. The entire house went silent for two seconds before the power popped on again. A loud, clanging alarm ripped through the house just as the home was illuminated with the dim backup lights.

Emma's heart skipped a few beats. "Shit!"

"What?" Jack tossed up his arm, blocking her elbow as she scrambled over him to get off the bed. "The fence!” she shouted in real panic. “I forgot to re-engage the audible alarms after you sent your transmission."

Max leapt to his feet and reached for his pants. "What's going on, Emma?"

Wringing her hands, she hastily explained, "I rerouted power from the audible alarms connected to the sensors outside the perimeter to free up enough juice for long-range higher frequency transmissions. I planned to turn them back on after my shower but then we ended up in here and…"

She pointed to the ceiling and the frightfully loud alarm box wired there. "That's the secondary alarm. The power popped off because we've switched to backup power. There’s only one reason the main power supply would have been depleted." She clutched at Jack's hand and sent a worried look Max’s way. "The fence is dying. We're going to be breached!"

The cyborgs’ faces slackened for a split second before turning hard as stone. She watched with a strange sort of fascination as the two men who had just shown her such tender lovemaking and breathtaking pleasure transformed into ruthless, skilled soldiers. They weren’t fazed by the very real impending danger. They reacted with reassuring urgency, but with a sense of calmness.

Jack grabbed the corner of the sheet and crouched down in front of her. Emma’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment when he started to clean her
there
. She didn’t miss the pink streaks staining the sheet. While he wiped away the evidence of their lovemaking, he held her gaze and gave very calm and very stern orders. “If you want to survive, you will do exactly as you are told.”

She gulped and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Jack pressed a tender, lingering kiss on her bare stomach. “Don’t be afraid, Emma. We’ll take care of you.”

“We’ll protect you.” Max wrapped one of his brawny arms around her shoulders and dragged her into his embrace. His lips touched and lingered atop the crown of her head. “We’ll keep you safe.”

Holding Jack’s strong hand and leaning into Max’s protective heat, Emma closed her eyes. Gripped by fear, she pressed her cheek to Max’s chest and listened to the steady heartbeat. The alarm clanging overhead pushed her own heartbeat into overdrive. Her heart thumped against her rib cage, and she tried not to hyperventilate.

After all these years, her worst fears were about to be realized. But unlike the nightmares that had plagued her since her father’s death, she wouldn’t be facing the scourge of undead on her own.

I’m not alone
.

Eyes wide open now, she drew in a steadying breath. There was only one choice now. She had to be brave. She had to be strong. . She had to stand between these two cyborgs and fight not only for her life, but theirs.

Come sunrise? Her life would never be the same again.

f

The sexy sci-fi ménage serial OUTPOST 9 continues with EMMA: Parts Two through Five.

A new installment will be available every three weeks for 99 cents or FREE if you borrow via Kindle Unlimited.

EMMA: Part Two will release on December 16, 2014.

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Lo is the paranormal and scifi romance writing alter ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Roxie Rivera.