control, moving back hard against him until his cock was all the way inside her. She moaned, loving that the three of them were now connected in a way that was beautiful and giving.
“I can feel you inside her, Jake,” Luka said, rocking his hips up.
“This is fantastic,” Jake replied.
While she loved their words, she needed them to move. “Love me now,” she insisted, not sure which way to rock. She didn’t want either of them to slip out of her body.
“Set the pace, Luka,” Jake said. His hands held tight to her hips.
As Luka withdrew part of the way, and Jake followed, she feared they’d leave her. But they didn’t. Instead, both men surged back inside her, hitting sweet spots she never knew existed. She cried out.
The men stopped moving.
“You okay, Syla?” Luka asked. His eyes searched hers.
“Move!” was all she could say.
And they did. The tempo they set pulled her higher and higher. Heat fanned through every cell of her body from where they were so snug inside her. She dug her fingernails into Luka’s shoulders, raking them across his skin as she let her lovers bring her closer and closer to the sun.
Her internal explosion made her scream in pleasure. Her body contracted around her men. She was vaguely aware of Luka climaxing with a feral growl and Jake thrusting into her a few more times before the heat of his seed bathed her insides.
* * * *
Luka wiped the back of his arm across his sweaty forehead and watched the sky, loving the orange and yellow that tinted the expanse of blue. Montana was the land of the “Big Sky,” and the beauty of the approaching sunset revealed exactly why it had received that name.
“Do you wish a drink?”
Syla’s sweet voice made Luka smile and turn to her. “Depends on what you’ve got for me to drink.”
“Limeade.” She held up a glass full of lemonade.
“It’s lemonade, honey.”
“Lemon. Lime. I mix these up.”
“Easy mistake.” He took a long drink of the overly sweet drink. Syla, he’d quickly learned, was a sugar-junkie. While he liked sweets every now and then, he normally hated any drink with that much sugar. But since she’d made it, he’d drink it and keep his criticism to himself.
“It is good?” She looked up at him with those gorgeous two-tone eyes.
If the drink had tasted like horse piss, he’d tell her it was ambrosia. “Great.”
A light slap hit his upper arm. “Liar. I think it is too much sweet for you. Yes?”
“You’re getting to know me well, aren’t you?”
“ Very well.” She tossed him a saucy wink.
As she whirled and started walking away, Luka dropped his shovel. He snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her back against his chest. He nibbled her earlobe and then kissed her neck.
She tilted her head, giving him better access to what he’d quickly learned was one of her most erogenous zones. Although he was a sweaty mess, he was ready to drag her to the barn, toss her on a bale of hay, and have his way with her. Then they could both find Jake and take a swim in the lake.
About to pick her up, Luka froze at the familiar yet entirely unexpected sound. “A ship’s coming.” It was two days too early for the supply drop, which meant this ship was searching for someone hiding out here. He had to remind himself that, had it been an enemy, the protection grid would have scrambled ships to intercept. Someone in authority had obviously given it clearance. The reminder didn’t stop his racing heart.
“A ship?” Her gaze shifted to the sky. “Do you know who?”
He shook his head, immediately sorry because her face blanched. “There’s no danger. I’ll protect you, Syla. Jake and I won’t let anyone hurt you. No one could fly out this far without permission of some really important people.”
“You are sure?” Her voice shivered.
“I’m sure.” Taking her hand, he led her to the house.
Jake was just jogging out the door. “Did you hear that?”
Luka nodded.
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