Page 71 of Warped

“Third,” she says, “I want both of you to take turns shoving your big fat cocks so far up my ass that you give me a fucking toothache.”

I chuckle.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if my dick will reachquitethat far, but I’m damn sure willing to give it a shot.”

I lean in close and kiss her deeply, and she returns my kiss with a hunger that would make you think she hadn’t been kissed in years. This woman really is insatiable… not that I’m complaining.

Next it’s Traven’s turn, and I gotta tell you, watching that sexy little woman get kissed slow and deep by my best bro is almost as good as kissing her myself.

Almost.

Her hands dip beneath the suds of the bubble bath, seeking Traven’s hard cock as well as my own. It doesn’t take her long to find them, and when she does, she starts stroking.

Then, all of a sudden, she stops.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

She looks at me with those puppy-dog eyes.

“I just thought of another wish.”

“Don’t get greedy,” Traven chuckles. “Aren’t three wishes enough?”

“No,” Binx says. “This wish is one that I can grant myself.”

She reaches up and starts to peel away the birth control patch on her shoulder. Until this moment, my dick has been as hard as diamond. It now transforms into some entirely new material hitherto unknown to science and ten times as hard.

The patch is only halfway off when red lights start flashing, and alarms start shrilling throughout the ship.

God damn it.

Of all the times for a fucking interruption.

Binx stops what she’s doing and looks around, wide-eyed and fearful.

“What’s happening?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” I tell her.

But I intend to find out.

I climb out of the tub, naked and dripping, and race toward the bedroom. Traven and Binx are right behind me. All three of us pause at the bathroom door.

“Nomad,” I say. “Kill the alarm.”

The sirens cut off. The red lights stop flashing.

Now the bedroom is bathed in a soft bluish light coming from the radar image displayed on the wall. The blue triangle at the center of the display represents our ship,the Nomad. A little ways behind it is another triangle—a red one—and it’s steadily creeping up on us.

“What’s going on?” Binx asks again, her voice tight with concern.

“We’ve got company.”

CHAPTER 29

“Jesus,” Stanley says. “Would you look at that thing? It looks like a giant dick.”

Beside him, Mikkelson smirks.

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