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“Why am I the only one naked?” she whispered, not actually minding.

“You want me naked, hot stuff?”

“Uh huh.”

“Go for it.”

The whole unbuttoning his shirt process took way too long, because she had to stop and admire his sculpted chest, trace the silky hair trails, and tease his small nipples with playful bites. She reached to undo the third button, but he didn’t wait, pulling the flannel over his head and tossing it in the same general direction her pants had gone.

Determined to help get him naked, she bent and worked on getting the stubborn top button of his jeans out of its buttonhole. Between the distraction of his rippled midsection, the thick rope of his erection, and her own growing arousal, her fingers wandered off task a lot.

At last, she worked the metal button free. He stood, supporting her easily, and shimmied out of the denim. The pants wadded into a lump around his ankles, he toed off his boots, and rid himself of the jeans with a couple of foot flicks.

His cock curved against his belly, long and thick and glorious. The plump head was a dusky russet and the shaft a touch redder than the bronze silk covering his muscled body. His velvety sac nestled under his erection, quivering closer to the root.

Mesmerized by his masculine perfection, she wriggled from his lap, eager to explore and sample. He steadied her as she slid to her knees between his powerful thighs.

The cold kitchen tile stung her overheated skin with enough shock to make her pause. What the hell was she doing? She barely knew this guy. In fact, she’d just met all three of them the day before and she’d already gotten naked with them.

His spicy, clean musk with a splash of citrus filled her lungs and her doubts began to fade as his scent pulled her near enough to swirl her tongue over his plump crown.

A groan of masculine pleasure encouraged her. His flavor was stronger on his sex and she licked and swallowed with abandon, humming her delight around the thick shaft stretching her lips. His balls tightened and she swallowed more of his delicious pre-cum and renewed her exploration of the sensitive underside of his broad helmet. Another deep groan of erotic appreciation seemed to throb through his thick shaft.

Too soon, he stilled her head. “Easy, hot stuff. I want this to last a little longer than the next five seconds.”

Stripping the control from this powerful mech made her feel incredibly sexy. Reluctantly she released the intoxicating shaft, staring at the shiny drop of pre-cum clinging to the tender slit. Without thinking about it, she reached out and circled his erection with one hand. She couldn’t close her fingers around his massive cock, so she spread the welling pre-cum over the thick head and down the velvet-soft skin stretched hot and tight over his erection.

She stopped to change her grip on his shaft. The big guy took advantage of her pause by using stunning mech strength to lift her off the floor and at least a foot straight up from his lap. “Put me in you.”

Since she wanted that too, she fit his smooth cock head into the mouth of her soaking sex. He slowly slid her down until she’d sheathed most of his impressive shaft. She whimpered with an exhilarating combination of need and bliss while the feminine walls of her pussy fisted around his unyielding penetration.

Lorcan thrust his hips upward, seating himself to the root and groaned. “You’re killing me.”

Her lips curved as she undulated against him. “You feel so good—hot and hard and filling me completely.”

“Not half as good as you feel, like warm, wet, velvet massaging every part of my cock.”

His strong hands cupped her bottom and kept her rock steady as she moved over him. Leaning back a tiny bit made the ridge of his thick crown scrape over her G-spot with each stoke, drawing a moan of sensual pleasure from her throat.

“You like that.” His deep voice teased the sensitive spot below her ear.

“Oh yeah, big guy.” She barely recognized the throaty voice as hers.

He repeated the move, again and again, each decadent thrust scraped the inner bundle of nerves and wound her another notch tighter until sweat bloomed on her skin and she panted.

“I’m so close, come with me.” Lorcan licked his thumb and parted her cheeks, lightly rimming her sensitive puckered rear portal with the pad of his moist thumb.

She ground her swollen clit against his pubis and her feminine muscles clenched around him, so near to that elusive peak.

Then he nipped the sweet spot on the side of her neck. The bite sent her cascading into an orgasm that set off a shower of shooting stars behind her eyelids before she slid into the bliss waiting to claim her.

Through the haze of erotic pleasure, she registered the ecstasy of aftershocks shuddering through her cunt while hot blasts of his release erupted, painting her womb with his cum.

His strong arms continued to hold her tight against him. His cock grew less rigid, but it never completely softened. He still filled her, stretched her and thrilled her as aftershocks of ecstasy fluttered deep inside her core. Before she had fully recovered from the heart-stopping rapture of that first prolonged orgasm, fresh cream drenched her sheath. The aftershocks gained power and second release trembled through her.

“That’s what I want, hot stuff—your sweet cream all over my cock. Next time I’m going to shoot your perfect little ass full of my cum.”

A wordless cry was all she could manage as another round of pussy-clenching bliss shuddered through every cell in her body.

“You’re wrecking me.” His hips bucked against her and more spurts of cum splashed her spasming sex.

Long moments passed as they trembled together. Then he sighed. “Believe me, I’d rather stay with you the rest of my life, but I’ve got to relieve Vilmos.”

Minka climbed off his lap, stood on shaky legs, and looked for her clothes.

“You are so incredibly perfect.” Lorcan steadied her, kissed her nose and guided her onto the warm seat he’d just left. He gathered her pants and sweater and tugged them on her boneless limbs before snapping his armor into place and yanking on his own clothes. He flashed his crooked grin. “Vilmos isn’t going to appreciate you dressing for him.”

She met his gaze and saw the teasing sparks in his dark eyes and another jolt of heat rushed from her small breasts up her neck to blush her cheeks.

Vilmos’ stomp on the stairs put an end to Lorcan’s teasing, if not her embarrassment.

“Anything I need to watch for?” Lorcan asked.

Without taking his hungry gaze away from Minka, Vilmos shook his head.

“Later, hot stuff.” Lorcan winked and left.

Minka flushed again, no doubt adding a fresh wash of rosy color to her face. Keeping busy to avoid the force of his scrutiny, she stacked the dirty plates and flatware with shaky hands. “There’s coffee, wonderful buns, and a fabulous casserole.”

Before she had a chance to finish clearing, Vilmos whisked the rest of the dishes to the sink. “Not what I am hungry for, dear.”

His gruff voice rippled through her like she’d injected an aphrodisiac.

Oh my God, I’ve turned into a sex freak.

Faced with her own indisputable lust, she scurried for the privacy of the bathroom. Like a frightened little mouse, she squeaked over her shoulder, “Be right back.”

She applied a cold, moist washcloth to her flaming cheeks. What was it about these guys? Or had she changed so much that three different mechs aroused her?

On an impulse, she turned the hot water handle and steam poured from the faucet. Despite the temptation to ease her frustrations with a luxurious soak, she was not going to hide in the tub; besides, even gentle, quiet Vilmos would probably come looking for her. Plus she owed him an apology for acting like a coward.

Still trembling inside and out, she worked lather into the cloth and cleaned her feminine folds, taking care to rinse off all the soap and thoroughly dry her channel. After brushing her teeth, combing her hair, and checking on her still-damp undies, she’d run out of excuses to hide.

When she reentered the kitchen, the dishes were put away and the table spotless.

Taking up way more room than any ordinary man, doc leaned against the counter, sipped from a thermos, and watched her with so much heat his gaze seared right through her baggy sweater and tightened her nipples into pointed need.

There was nothing ordinary about any of the mechs. Each was perfect in his own way. All of them should come with warning labels—too hot to handle. Not that labels would’ve saved her.

Although Vilmos was the quietest and the gentlest of the triad, when he was protecting her, he rippled with deadly male menace. The even more intimidating Batzorg touched her with a delicacy that completely melted her resistance. Lorcan’s teasing didn’t hide his fierce protective nature or his tender heart.

She was only human. How could she possibly resist any of them?

“Batzorg is strong and smart and a natural leader. Lorcan is fun besides being a genius in the kitchen and a logistics miracle worker. I am nothing exciting. I understand if you don’t want me.” He ducked his head, hiding his hungry eyes.

“Oh my God, that’s not the problem. How can say you’re not exciting? You save lives and you travel through time.”

He beckoned her closer and his naughty choirboy grin winked. “Then why are you still way over there?”

Without a thought of resisting, she crossed the distance between them, wrapped her arms around his solid torso, and leaned her head on his wide chest right over his steady heartbeat. “I’m very sorry about flaking out on you and Lorcan last night and I’m even sorrier about running away just now. My doubts were about me and how much I want you.”

Vilmos tightened his powerful arms around Minka and leaned back. “Look at me, dear.” When she obeyed, he tilted farther to catch her gaze. “You have no reason to apologize to me. Last night was beyond wonderful. We are here, as the triad and as men, for you. Protecting you, serving you—as you need, as you want—is why we exist.”

Right, like I’m going to stay scared and cold after hearing his deep rumble of a voice explain things so sweetly? And he thinks he’s not exciting? Then what does he think of me?

The mech was too sexy for his pants and totally charming. His dimple didn’t hurt either. She snuggled closer. Even as dizzy as the mech made her, she couldn’t miss the heat in his glance.

What still worried her was her own constant arousal.

As wonderful as each of them are in their own way, three guys and me?

Multiple lovers seemed—not exactly wrong, but not her. Granted the world had changed, she sure as hell had changed, and they were incredibly attractive… But doubling her total sexual partner count in a single day made her head spin and her sense of self waver and blur. Weirdly, having sex with three different lovers bothered her a lot more than killing the cyborgs did.

What does that say about me?

Her cheeks heated as she remembered the orgasm she’d shared with the big guy minutes ago. She forced herself to meet Vilmos’ steady regard. “I just had sex with Lorcan.”

“He would be hurt to know you thought so.”

Huh?
Her mouth gaped.

Vilmos continued, his deep voice rolling over her like melted chocolate. “He thought you were making love.”

Embarrassed and scrambling to keep up with the conversation, she snapped at him. “Right.”

Vilmos didn’t react to her sarcasm. “Of course, I am correct. I was not speculating on his perception of events. Triad members share thoughts.”

Whoa.
Her face went from warm to scorching. “All of your thoughts?”

“When the mind link is open, yes.”

They’d discussed her in intimate detail inside their heads—or were they discussing her right now? “How often is this mind link open?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment. Now she wondered if he was consulting the others.

“The frequency varies. However, several times a day is typical.”

She must have looked horrified, because he stroked her arm from shoulder to wrist with a firm yet gentle touch. Then he added, “The neural net was built in because telepathy is often a much more efficient form of communication than face-to-face conversations.”

Still reeling from the thought-sharing thing, she didn’t bother censoring her next question. “Did you get upset when I was with Lorcan?”

“No. It was his turn.”

His turn? They’d assigned turns? She wasn’t one of their pleasure droids to be passed around at their whim.
Her eyes narrowed and her temper flared. “Turn?”

“It was his time to court you. Making love with him was your choice and his pleasure.”

The idea of courting helped, but she still averted her face before she admitted, “The pleasure was mutual.”

“He would be thrilled to hear you say so.”

Not totally certain she wanted to know, she asked, “Are you linked right now?”

Vilmos shook his head. “Batzorg opens the link.”

“Always? Is he the only one who can initiate the connection?”

Vilmos considered for a moment before answering. “I am not certain. That has always been the protocol.”

Impetuously she asked, “Could I join the mind link?”

His eyebrows lifted. “Would you want to?”

She’d asked impulsively, now she considered her response. In a way sharing thoughts was more intimate than making love. But if she was going to be with these men, then she wanted to be a real member of their team, which would definitely include being part of their communications. If it were possible. “Yes, I would.”

Vilmos flashed his dimple and held out a broad palm.

She stepped closer and put her hand in his.

“Aim your thoughts toward Batzorg.”

“But you’re right here.” She tugged on her hand, but he held her firm.

“Distance is not an issue, we are all within range. Batzorg has the strongest control over the mind link.”

A thousand stray thoughts flooded her mind. Wondering why she hadn’t just kissed Vilmos hello and what Batzorg would think about her insecurities, and a rising hope that her weird talent for reading her closest friends might mean she could make this work were the front-runners in the mental marathon, blurring the rest of the random mental background noise.