Emma: Part Two (8 page)

"Where are they going?" Emma indicated the soldiers at the gates.

Jack hesitated before responding. "Purgatory."

Emma's gasp was audible even over the whir of wind rushing around the windshield and ruffling their hair. "No way! That place is disgusting!"

Max glanced back at Emma. "You've been there?"

"God, no!" Emma shuddered and made a face. "Girls like me don't last long in a place like that. It's nothing but whorehouses and moonshine and gambling. That's where the skin traders take women for auctions. It’s a bad, bad place for any girl."

"Yes," Jack agreed. "We've tried to have the place deemed off-limits for the men but the higher-ups say the men have rights to alleviate their needs."

"Have you two been there?"

Jack didn't miss the strange tone to Emma's voice. She was either jealous or suspicious or both. "We've been there, but we kept our pants zipped. I'm not into paying for sex."

"Me either," Max replied as he turned down the street that led to their home. "Besides, I felt certain some of those women weren't there by choice. We sent teams back—female teams—to rescue them but they refused to go."

"It's not that simple," Emma explained. "Girls like me are sold to places like Purgatory or the rolling brothels to save their families. The money they earn on their backs goes back to their families to buy food, fuel and protection. I heard on the Chain that they started offering more money to families for their daughters when you guys opened the Outpost. Big business boom, I guess."

Jack's gut clenched at the idea of Emma being one of those trafficked women. It sickened him that young women were put in that position. To know men he commanded and trained were waiting at the gate to go out and use them made his stomach churn. It was time to start pushing harder for better standards of conduct. The soldiers at Outpost Nine needed to be good neighbors, not Johns putting money into pimp pockets.

"Oh!" Emma said, a lilt of surprise in her voice. "This is nice."

Jack grinned at Max. Like most officers, they enjoyed living quarters in a subdivision-style section of the base. Their two-story home offered four bedrooms and three bathrooms with a sizeable backyard and deck. It was much nicer than the apartment style housing where most of the Outpost's inhabitants lived.

He couldn't wait to get Emma inside the house. Jack was out of the vehicle before the garage door was fully closed. He scooped Emma out of her seat. Like an old-fashioned groom carrying his bride over the threshold, Jack carted Emma into the house, taking her through the laundry room and kitchen to the living area.

He brushed his lips against her temple. "Welcome home, sweetheart."

Emma's gaze swept the spacious first floor of her new home. "I like it."

Jack wasn't fooled. He could tell she thought it was lacking in some ways. He would be the first to admit their home was rather utilitarian and no-nonsense. Emma's home, while simple, had been felt like a real home. There had been throw pillows and quilts and curtains and rugs, all of them handmade.

"You can decorate however you'd like, Emma," Jack said, giving her a squeeze. "Once you have a chance to explore the base, you'll find a home store that sells fabric and thread and even crafts and other items from outside the wire. The human female who runs the store goes out and brings in products from places like New Town and Borden's Crossing."

"But I don't have any money or anything to barter."

Jack patted her ass. "You do. Max and I made deposits into your account." He touched her wrist. "You just swipe that in any store and the credits are automatically deducted."

Emma frowned. "But I didn't earn that money."

"Would you like to?" Max asked slyly as he dropped the box of radio parts on the couch. "I can think of hundreds of ways you can make even more."

Emma narrowed her eyes at Max but laughed. "Depends on what you have in mid."

Max moved closer and threaded his fingers through Emma's dark hair. "How about a long, hot shower with you sandwiched between us? Maybe my mouth on your clit while Jack sucks your nipples? How does that sound Emma?"

Jack watched the spark of interest flash in her green eyes. She grinned mischievously and nodded enthusiastically. "I think I'd like that. All of it."

Laughing, Jack headed for the stairs and quickly carried Emma up to the second floor. He would give her a tour later. Right now, he angled for the master bathroom. The walk-in shower was his favorite one in the entire house. He and Max typically slept in their own rooms and used their smaller private baths but on occasion Jack liked to enjoy the space and luxury of this bathroom.

Like most houses in the residential section of the Outpost, this was one had been designed to accommodate at least three adults and two children. The living areas were overly large. Bathrooms offered walk-in showers big enough for five or six people and had triple sinks evenly spaced along a counter.

If Emma was game, he and Max would move into the master bedroom permanently, freeing up their two rooms for an expanding family. Jack had no intention of pressuring Emma into starting a family soon but the biological facts couldn't be changed. He had seen Emma's med report. She was healthy and likely to conceive a child within twelve months. She had also requested prenatal vitamins after reading about them in the Outpost literature she had been provided. Jack took that as a positive sign.

Once in the bathroom, Jack placed Emma on the counter. She stared almost hungrily as he and Max stripped out of their uniforms. While Max tended to the water, Jack unwrapped Emma like a present. He peeled away the unsightly scrubs and papery thin slippers. His gaze raked her sexy curves. He had been dreaming of her night after night. Finally, he could put his greedy hands on her skin again.

"Oh, Jack." Emma sighed as he curled his fingers in her hair and grazed his teeth and lips over her neck. Goosebumps broke out on her skin as he licked and sucked until she panted for him. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist and let him lift her up off the counter. He took her into the shower where Max waited for them.

While Jack devoured her mouth, Max washed her hair. They'd had a hell of a time picking out toiletries for her at the commissary. When they had finally stumbled upon the selection of lavender-scented soaps and shampoos, it had been like a sign from above. The scent of the sweet herb blossomed in the shower. Jack was transported back to the first moment he had gotten close to Emma. Her smile, her smell, her infectious personality—he had craved her from that first glimpse and now she belonged to him.

Emma giggled as Max tilted her head back to rinse the suds from her hair and Jack took advantage of the presentation of her throat to nibble and tease. Max showed his gentle side as he carefully swept the foamy water away from her forehead, keeping the shampoo from running into her eyes.

Jack had always been drawn to that side of Max. The behemoth killing machine harbored a tenderness unmatched by other men. If only he would let it show more, especially now that they had Emma in their lives. She responded to that sort of thing and would bond with Max much more quickly if he would show her more of his gentleness.

Emma indicated that she wanted to be put down so Jack complied. He took the bar of bluish soap from Max's hand and worked up a rich lather between his palms. As Emma's tongue tangled with Max's, Jack washed her soft skin. She whimpered when his soapy hand strayed between her legs. Clutching at Max, she groaned against his mouth while Jack let his fingers draw circles over her clit. The little nub stood erect and begged for attention. His mouth watered as the need to eat her sweet pussy overwhelmed him.

"Jack," she whispered and pressed back against his hand.

"What, Emma?" He kissed her shoulder and met Max's lust-filled gaze. "Tell us what you want."

"I want you both to make me come," she confessed, her voice husky. "I've been thinking about this every night. I kept remembering the way you two made me feel. I need it so badly."

"Emma," Max growled and claimed her mouth again.

As if sharing her desperate need, Max hastily rinsed Emma and scrubbed down his body with the white bar of unscented soap. He passed it to Jack who quickly repeated Max's movements. In two minutes flat, they were standing on the bath mat and rubbing towels over their bodies.

Still damp and her hair dripping wet at the end, Emma squealed with delight as Max picked her up caveman style and carried her into the bedroom. He threw her down on the mattress and climbed over her. "Max!"

Jack chuckled as he slid onto the bed next to them. Max kissed his way down Emma's body. His mouth closed over one breast and then the next. He sucked and laved her nipples until they were stiff buds. Jack tweaked the hard peaks as Max moved even lower. Emma's thighs fell open for Max. Already her inner thighs were wet and shiny with arousal. Max licked and kissed her lower belly while his fingers penetrated her cunt.

"Ah!" Emma clutched at Max's head. Jack bent down and captured a nipple in his mouth as Max continued to torment her with his fingers. Emma reached out for Jack, her desire to share the moment evident. Jack brought her fingertips to his lips and sucked them slowly. She shivered and made the most enticing sounds, sounds Jack wanted to hear so much more of and very soon.

Grinning deviously, Jack contacted Max via their linked chips.
What do you say we scandalize our sweet little Emma?

Finally
! Max chuckled softly before he kissed Emma deeply, leaving her breathless and shaky. He slipped off the bed and stood near the edge.

Emma glanced over at Jack, her forehead creased with confusion. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto of his body. His throbbing dick rubbed against her inner thigh as he thrust his tongue between her lips. She bucked against him, the slick lips of her cunt smashing against his cock. He groaned at the delicious sensation and fought the urge to pull her wet pussy down on his erection. It would be so easy and would satisfy his raging lust, but he shoved away the need and concentrated on Emma. This was about her pleasure.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked, her voice high-pitched as Max suddenly lifted her by the hips and settled her down closer to Jack's mouth. Her knees rested on either side of his head. Her tantalizing cunt was mere inches from his mouth. She blushed furiously as she gazed down at Jack. "Are you going to—you know?"

Jack grinned up at her. "I'm going to eat your pussy until you scream, Emma." He clasped her hips and coaxed her even closer to his mouth. "Can't wait to tongue-fuck your tight cunt."

Emma gasped as his tongue swiped her wet folds. Her taste, the silky, salty musk that was uniquely Emma, delighted his taste buds. Jack couldn't get enough of her soft, pink pussy. He swirled his tongue around her clit and sucked the tiny pearl between his lips.

Max climbed back onto the bed and straddled Jack's abdomen. A ripple of white-hot heat burned through Jack's belly. He'd always been rather fond of Max's weight pressing him down on a bed.

Max slid his arm around Emma's waist and kissed her neck and cheek. "Move your hips, Emma," Max instructed quietly. "You're in control now. Ride Jack's face, honey. Take what you want from his tongue and lips."

She seemed hesitant at first so Jack slipped his tongue even lower and penetrated her pussy. Moaning, she rocked her hips. Jack used the tip of his nose to stimulate her clit as he lapped at her core and satisfied his thirst. Emma started to relax and embrace her role in the dominant position. Max's instructions were muffled by her inner thighs but Jack knew they weren’t for him. His focus remained on Emma.

When she started to go wild atop him, her cunt got juicier and juicier. Jack couldn't get enough. His tongue flicked and lapped and swirled until Emma threw back her head and shrieked like a banshee. "
Jack!
"

He groaned happily as she snapped her hips and rode his mouth for all it was worth. He gave her everything she wanted, stimulating her clit until she cried out again and flooded his chin. As Jack enjoyed the fruits of his labor, he became aware of Max's thick fingers stroking his erection and reaching down to palm his sac. Jack closed his eyes as the wicked sensation of Emma's pussy on his lips competed with Max's warm, stroking hand.

"I can't—I can't take anymore," Emma announced. She practically dived off him and curled on her side. With Emma gone, Jack had a clear view of Max who was still stroking his cock. He knew exactly what that look of pure, unadulterated lust meant.

Jack clasped Max's arm and tugged him down. "Taste her, Max." Jack licked Max's lower lip. "Taste Emma's pussy."

Max growled and claimed Jack's mouth with such roughness it left Jack feeling lightheaded. Suddenly, Emma was back at his side, her hands roaming their muscled bodies as Max's tongue flicked against Jack's.

This was what Jack had craved for so long. Two lovers, his woman and his man, to drive him wild.

5
Chapter Five

Emma's pussy clenched at the sight of Max and Jack making out so passionately. Although they had touched and shared kisses that first night together, it hadn't been like this. Sexual tension sizzled through the air and left her skin feeling prickly. She caressed Max's steely arm and Jack's hard chest as the pair dueled with their tongues.

Her gaze widened as Max broke away from Jack's mouth just long enough to press his lips to hers. She melted into the erotic kiss, her tongue dancing with his. Max's hand touched the back of her head and guided it to Jack's mouth. Soon, Emma found herself trapped between them as Max slid onto her left side and Jack stayed on her right. The feeling of so many hands and mouths on her body drove her crazy. One night with her two cyborgs had only given her a taste of what these two men were capable of doing. Now she was about to find out what it really meant to be the woman shared by these two sexy beasts.

Max stretched out on his back and rested his head against the pillows near the headboard. It was a nice, big bed, and the room's décor was so different than the rest of the house. Everything looked so new. She had the distinct feeling the room hadn't been used until recently. The idea that Max and Jack had picked out the quilt and sheets and curtains to please her left Emma feeling so happy. They really were trying to make it work.