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  “Look, I’m sorry that you two have had such rotten luck romantically.” She sat up straighter and crossed her arms around herself protectively. “But I just don’t think I’m the answer. I mean, we haven’t even known each other a month yet, guys. I can’t move that fast, emotionally. I don’t think anyone can.” Liar, whispered the little voice in her head but she pushed it away.

  “You never heard of love at first sight?” Blakely grinned at her, but it was a sad, tired grin. “Kid, from the minute I picked you out of the line-up at the Prostie Palace I wanted you.”

  “All I know is that when you were dying, when we thought we were losing you last night…Goddess, Sadie. I don’t know what I would have done.” Holt sighed and shook his head. “But that’s neither here nor there. As I’m sure Blake told you, we’ll respect any decision you make and we’ll try to avoid touching you at the same time so we don’t inadvertently strengthen the bond we’ve already formed.”

  “Blake said it isn’t a complete bond anyway. Isn’t a Life-bond,” Sadie said in a small voice.

  “No. No it isn’t,” Holt agreed. “Blake and I haven’t been inside you, inside your body at the same time, Sadie.”

  “But…But, last night.” Sadie was so mortified she could barely go on but she had to finish. “Last night while Blake was kissing me you were…you had your tongue.”

  “Not like that, sweetheart. That strengthened the bond, but that’s not how…” Blakely started.

  “To bond fully with you would require double penetration and ejaculation,” Holt finished for his partner in an almost technical tone.

  “So it couldn’t be done…orally,” Sadie asked, feeling like she might blush to death. “I mean because last night when I…I sucked…”

  “No, honey, it would have to be below the belt, so to speak,” Blakely told her gently.

  “But…but both of you at the same time…” Sadie couldn’t finish aloud. It would hurt! And isn’t that what you’re really afraid of? Even more than sharing emotions or feeling like the Solar System’s biggest slut? That it would hurt? whispered the little voice in her head. After all, it’s not like either one of them is small… Nope, both Blakely and Holt were definitely above average in the size department. Accommodating both of them at once would be no easy task, especially for someone with as little experience as Sadie.

  Blakely must have seen the fear clouding her honey-amber eyes. “Baby,” he said tenderly, cupping her cheek in his palm gently. “If there’s one thing you need to know about me and Holt it’s that we’d never, never hurt you. I know you’re not interested, but I want you to know that if you ever changed your mind we’d make it good for you. Intense, but good.”

  “Oh,” Sadie said in a small voice, drawing away from the warmth of his hand reluctantly. Behind her eyes a scene played like a porno-loop over and over. She saw herself caught between them, pressed between both large, male bodies, feeling the hot current of desire running between them all, binding them into one. She saw her body opening to them, hot and needful, willing to give up her secrets—her treasures—to their touch. Willing to be penetrated and filled and fucked, to be taken any way they wanted her or needed her. To feel both of those long, thick, hot cocks entering her, pressing deep and hard to fill her completely…She wrapped her arms around her mostly bare breasts and pressed her trembling thighs together tightly.

  “Sadie, I hope you understand what we’re tying to tell you now.” Holt broke the spell, scrambling the erotic scene into static behind her eyes. “But that isn’t what we need to be talking about right now. Right now we need to be talking about how to stop Van Heusen before he makes another batch of illegal prostie-borgs.”

  “But…” Sadie sat up straighter and struggled to drag her mind onto less X-rated subjects. “But if Xavier is out of the picture…”

  “But his double-crossin’ partner Red Mike is still out there,” Blakely pointed out. “And about a hundred other pirates that’d be more than willing to mind rape any innocent colonists they could lay hands on for the prices I’m sure Van Heusen’s payin’ out for black market brains.”

  “Blake’s right,” Holt said, grimly. “Van Heusen’s got the only illegal flesh tank operation big enough for mass production in the System. I’d bet my badge on it. We put him out of business, we put the mind rapers out of business. Van Heusen’s the key. We’ve got back up on the way, but we’ve got to catch him red-handed. The question is how to make the sting.”

  Sadie began to feel interested. Suddenly, the Solar Pulitzer seemed like a distinct possibility again. “Listen, boys.” She looked from Holt to Blakely. “Remember how I told you I’d be willing to do some undercover work when I signed on to this gig? Well, I think I’ve got an idea…”

  15

  Roald Van Heusen was the most notorious drug lord and prostie-pimp in the Solar System. He somehow always managed to stay one step ahead of the law. He was prosecuted but never convicted, had credit to spare, and his base of operations showed it, Blakely thought. Van Heusen had built himself a pleasure palace on the dark side of Iapetus complete with its own atmosphere dome and mercury flare lighting to keep the daemons at bay. As the landing craft touched down beside it and the modular flexi-seal hugged the dome’s entrance, Blakely whistled.

  “Hey, Holt, looks like crime does pay.” He admired the gaudy structure made entirely of costly Old Earth marble imported at unimaginable expense. It sat in the middle of the atmosphere dome looking like a wedding cake lit up from within. The illegal flesh tanks were probably well hidden somewhere under the lavish structure, Blakely speculated. Even on the dark side of Iapetus, Van Heusen wouldn’t be bold enough to have them right out in the open.

  “Wonder how many colonists he had to mind rape to build this place,” Holt said darkly. “Back-up’s standing by?”

  “Got a crawler over the ridge,” Blakely reassured him, nodding at the large, stony outcropping about half a mile to their left. Very faintly, he could see the wink of the vehicle’s lights, but the intense glow of the mercury flares around Van Heusen’s dome ought to drown them out until the crawler was right on top of the compound. “All we gotta do is make the bust,” he assured Holt.

  “So…” Sadie unbuckled her harness and scooted to the front of the craft. “All we’ve got to do is to get Van Heusen to show us the flesh tanks and admit they’re his?”

  “Got it in one, sweetheart,” Blakely told her, patting his chest where the tiny voice-activated recording device was secreted. “We just have to get it all on the listen chip and see the tanks. The minute we do that we’ll signal the back-up and he’s fried.”

  He was trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes off her, but it was damn hard to do. Sadie was “undercover” posing as a prostie-borg, and the outfit she had on certainly showed off her considerable assets to the best advantage. A bright red dress made of some soft, gauzy material clung to her full breasts and floated around her softly rounded thighs. The dress scooped low in the front showing the creamy inside curve of her cleavage, and parted alluringly in front to reveal a pair of tiny black satin panties that barely covered the golden strip of hair that decorated her honeyed sex. Blakely, remembering the delicious salty-sweet flavor of her cunt, longed to drop to his knees and bury his face between her thighs. To make her moan and beg for more as he had the other night while Holt tended to her breasts.

  But it was not to be, no matter how much he wanted it. Sadie just wasn’t into it and Blakely could hardly blame her. Holt was right, nice girls didn’t want what they had to offer. He supposed the idea of a three-way commitment was just a little too strange for most women to handle. He just wished he hadn’t fallen so hard for her and encouraged his partner to do the same. Still, they had gotten over failed romances before and they would again. It just might take longer this time because of the bond.

  Sighing, he popped the latch on the landing craft and said, “Well, everybody out.”

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