Claimed by Three

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Authors: Rebecca Airies

Tags: #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Suspense, #Menage & Polyamory

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Rebecca Airies

CLAIMED BY THREE

 

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Claimed by Three

Copyright © October 2015 by Rebecca Airies

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Dedication

Caitlyn, you’re creative, brilliant, giving, and dedicated. You cheer me up and make me laugh. I can’t wait to cheer you on in your endeavors!

Chapter One

Cassid City, Colony Planet of Darmain

Teague glanced over as he heard the low whine of a skimmer coming up the long drive through the orchard and vineyards. He turned back to the harvester he’d been trying to repair and shook his head. The machine sat outside the big, double-doored equipment barn and apparently had been there since last night. Not normal practice, but maybe one of the employees left it there if it had stopped running. It certainly wasn’t going anywhere this morning.

The harvester had worked the day before, but today, it wouldn’t start. The laborers were using another harvester so there was no delay in gathering the fruit. What irked him was this was an expensive piece of equipment. Everyone on staff at the farm and winery was briefed on putting up the machinery and reporting a breakdown when it occurred. He’d found lines and cables disconnected, but even with the inner machinery rewired, he couldn’t get a response from the harvester. Either he’d done something wrong or there was some other damage.

Teague wasn’t an expert at fixing machinery. He served as a guard in the Planetary Defense, the PD. The PD protected Darmain’s trade routes and worked space control in cooperation with the Galaxy Coalition. Darmain’s forces, along with the space military of the other planets within the Intuda Galaxy, made up the Coalition’s forces. They protected the planets and natural resources in the space around them.

He’d worked cases on ships coming to and from the planet, piracy in the solar system, and threats from outside planets. The agency focused on protecting the planet and its trade rather than protecting the planet as the organization had done in the past. In early colony days, the PD had been the only policing unit on Darmain.

He stared at the machine. Definitely not an accident, but he had no idea who would damage the harvester or why.
Prank or something more?
With only this incident, he couldn’t tell.

On top of that, he couldn’t say if the vandalism had caused the machine to stop working. Everyone who worked at the orchard and winery would have to take steps to make sure the destruction didn’t occur again.

He put down the tool he held and tried to catch sight of the skimmer. The big black bin of the harvester blocked his view. With a shrug, he decided to go see who was on the private drive. He didn’t bother taking the tools back to the organized rack inside the building, although he knew it would probably irritate Berenger. He didn’t plan to leave them out but did want to know if this was someone he, Kassius, or Berenger knew.

He looked at the big machine and then toward the drive. The repair could wait. It wasn’t as if Teague had made much progress on the job. He could fix some things, but this job would probably fall on Berenger’s shoulders. Berenger could fix any vehicle, and did in his shop in Cassid. Today he’d have some work to do after hours. Teague went around the big piece of equipment so he could see through the gap in the trees. As he stood outside of the large gray equipment shed, he had a narrow view of the path to the house.

Teague relaxed as he saw the familiar shape of Samuel’s black Duce pass. He was one of Kassius’s fathers. He’d come to see them for some reason. Teague walked away from the broken equipment and left it without a qualm.

Teague hurried to meet his friend’s father. Samuel climbed out of the Duce as Teague came around the bushes, which lined the fence. After Samuel stepped down from the skimmer, he looked around the area. He spotted Teague and headed straight for him. Teague recognized that determined, angry scowl on Samuel’s face. He’d seen it on the faces of commanding officers before they tore into someone for doing something wrong.

Teague wondered what had put that expression on Samuel’s face. His normally perfect, graying hair looked mussed, as if he was frustrated. Teague knew he should be safe. He hadn’t done anything. Then again, he couldn’t think of what Berenger or Kassius might have done to draw Samuel’s ire.

“Hi, Samuel. How are you?” He smiled at the older man.

“Where are Berenger and Kassius? I intend to speak with all of you.” Samuel glared at Teague. His piercing blue gaze bored into Teague.

“Berenger is still at his shop, and Kassius is in the orchards.” Teague still had no idea what had Samuel so intense, but knew it apparently involved all three of them.

“I’ll talk to you and Kassius, and the two of you can tell Berenger. Let’s go find my son.” Samuel sent him a look that dared him to argue.

Teague shrugged. Samuel wouldn’t talk about whatever bothered him until they found Kassius. He led Samuel into the grove of
envia
plums on the east side of the property. Kassius used the dark-orange-skinned fruit in brandies and flavored rum, as well as sold the excess.

“He’s helping with the envia plum harvest,” Teague said as he walked through the rows of trees.

Kassius always oversaw and participated in the harvest, especially the envia plums, which required hand harvesting because of the fruit’s tendency to bruise and crush easily. At times, the fruit got all his attention. Kassius worried over the fruit being bruised, proper harvest time, and the overall taste.

Samuel merely nodded. They arrived at the section where Kassius had his crew harvesting plums. Teague looked over the men and at first didn’t spot Kassius. Then he saw Kassius on the lift near a tree.

“Kassius!” Teague called before Kassius could raise the lift to begin filling another basket.

Kassius turned on the platform of the lift and smiled before he hopped down. He strolled over to meet them. His smile slowly turned to concern. He must have noticed Samuel’s expression. Kassius’s eyes swung to Teague.

“Dad, how are you? Is something wrong?” Kassius took the final two steps between them.

“We have to talk. Let’s walk.” Samuel turned and headed away from the workers in this section of the grove.

Kassius looked at Teague, the question plain in his eyes. Teague shook his head. If he had any idea what made Samuel so intense, he would have told Kassius.

They followed Samuel away from the envia plums and through a gate to a field of berry bushes. The berries weren’t ripe yet, but the round fruit had begun to turn purple. Samuel stopped in the middle of one row of berries.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Kassius asked.

“You three said no matter how you tried, you couldn’t seem to find Sephanie Lindsey, that she was probably avoiding you. Is that right?” Samuel looked straight at them.

“Yes, I think we said something close to those words.” Teague couldn’t remember the exact phrasing, but they’d been frustrated none of their schedules aligned so they could catch her at work when they knew they could talk to her. This was the first free day Teague had, and chores kept him at the orchard. Every other time, they’d tried to find her at home and work but missed her.

“Well, I thought I’d meet the woman who was avoiding you.” Samuel braced his feet apart and looked at them as if waiting for a reaction. “I know I’ve met her at least once before, but not as the woman who was giving you such problems.”

“Oh damn, what did you say to her?” Kassius lifted his hand and ran it along the back of his neck under his blond hair. It reached past his shoulders and had pulled free of the band confining it. The strands probably snagged on branches as he worked.

Teague clamped his mouth shut. They didn’t need anyone’s help with Sephanie. He took a deep breath to control the urge to tell the older man that. It wasn’t Samuel’s fault they couldn’t manage to start a conversation with her. They had to get close to her to talk, but the opportunity hadn’t been there yet. Everything should fall into place when they could see and touch her.

His memory readily supplied a teasing image of Sephanie. She’d stood beside a table, talking with her brother, one hand on a curved hip. Her red hair hung down her back in a straight fall. Her pale, creamy skin had been highlighted by the deep blue shirt she wore. He could remember letting his gaze trail down to the ample cleavage displayed and lock there.

It wasn’t only her looks or gorgeous figure that drew him. If he hadn’t already been interested in her, her obviously caring personality would have caught his attention. Sephanie had a sweet, compassionate character. She was known for her work in the community, especially with young women. She helped them get jobs and housing or put them into contact with those who could help.

It hadn’t been love at first sight. More like lust, but he was sure something could grow between them. If they could ever get their hands on her.

That was going to happen. He intended to get close to that woman. Her curvy body was made for sex. The first time he’d seen her, it had definitely grabbed his attention and sent blood flowing south.

Teague tore his mind away from her sweet body. He knew Samuel probably hadn’t gone to the bakery she owned with the intention of saying anything to her. Samuel cared, and Teague knew it. Teague only hoped they could finally manage to corner her. The woman had a propensity for disappearing before they arrived.

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