two cocks as she pressed her face to Gavin’s erection and licked. She’d bite him if she wasn’t careful as she shuddered with a strong orgasm.
Curtis reached up and stroked Gavin’s cock until he came. Lost in her pleasure, she lapped at the cream but listened to Milton and Ross shout in release. She ground down on Curtis and tightened her cunt around him until he grabbed her hips.
His grunts sent shivers through her, but the way he lifted her off the bed felt wild and desperate for release. When his thumbs rubbed her clit, she screamed at a fresh round of throbbing throughout her body. Her nails dug into Gavin’s thighs.
He knelt down and kissed her then kissed Curtis. Shannon grinned and rubbed the cream into Gavin’s body as he moved to the side. Milton eased from her body, and her muscles ached in a wonderful way. Rolling on the other side of Curtis, she watched Milton and Ross kissing.
One day, she’d make them all just screw around and let her watch. It sounded like heaven right now. Of course, when she got the show, she’d want to join them. The right time would come, but now, she’d needed her brain fully occupied with hot men. No time to think.
“Feel better?” Milton asked.
“A little. For now. You might need to spend all night keeping me busy so I don’t plot a way to get more involved.” She hugged Milton to her body and kissed him as Ross slid in between Gavin and Curtis.
“I think we’re up to the challenge,” Gavin chuckled.
“Definitely, we’ll wear you out!” Ross agreed.
Chapter Eight
Sitting in the lab as Liz took the cheek swabs for DNA samples to plant on the ships as bait, Shannon hoped they had some time before the Keelon’s next attack. The planes were outfitted with the weapons and ready to go. Still, Shannon’s life had gone from dull and quiet to insanity in one night. She wanted more time with her guys before bad things happened.
Samantha surveyed the small tube with a cotton swab in it. “It can’t hurt.”
“I’d rather go. I feel so useless.” Shannon sighed.
Samantha shook her head. “You’re not a fighter or a pilot. You’re better off here. There’s only room for a pilot in a standard fighter jet.”
“What if it’s not DNA they recognize? What if it’s me? Who knows what will trigger them? Do we want to take that chance? I want to get that weapon in there,” Shannon told Samantha. “Is there room in the jet?”
“No, really, you just need to stay here. The aliens will attack. We’ll make it work.” Samantha gathered the tubes in a bag.
Shannon had the feeling she had to see the ships. Had to do something more. Like a passive fool, she’d pretended there was no problem here for months like a passive fool. “Can I see the ship? Just to be nosy.”
“Sure. I know it’s hard not to be part of it. My guys are furious they’re grounded, but the powder could kill them.” Samantha led the way to the hangar.
“Do you think it’ll be long?” Shannon asked.
“Never know. That’s life in the military. Orders come in and you go at the drop of a hat. No warning. We’ve been trained for this.” Samantha nodded to her larger plane in the hangar.
“It doesn’t look like the others.” Shannon climbed the ladder and checked it out. There was only one seat, but there were areas around the back. She climbed in and pushed open a compartment. It was empty for now. “Thanks. Why is your plane different?”
“This isn’t Air Force design. It was made here at Area 51 for fighting the Keelons. There are heavier shields, bigger engine and space in the back for more of the weapon. If the aliens deploy on the ground, I’ll be able to drop the powder on them and neutralize the threat. So it’s really important you and the alien guys stay inside. We don’t know what’ll happen.”
Shannon took in the information. “Wow. I didn’t know Dreamland made its own planes. I hope you have a safe flight whenever you go. I hate the
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