Myla didn’t know how long she would have to wait until Dwaain and Lewan returned from their patrol. The person that had escorted her to their home told her it could be days or weeks, if not longer. The young man had shown her how to work the communicator and how to call for nourishment and anything else she might need. Then he hurried off to some other assignment.

Myla walked through the house looking in all the rooms. It didn’t take her long to figure out which belonged to Dwaain and which was Lewan’s. The rooms were as different as the men’s personalities. She found a third bedroom that was set up for a woman. It was decorated in the way she had told the men she would do her quarters when she moved out of her father’s house. She wondered if they had created the space with her in mind.

Xylan was a military planet. The front of the house faced a large courtyard and Myla could see the regiment as they practiced their drills. She watched in fascination at the precision and beauty of their movements until the day began to grow dark and she realized how tired she was. She decided to go to bed. There was no point in staying awake. She had no idea how long she would need to wait.

At first, she went into the sleeping quarters that had been designed for a woman. She tossed and turned there for hours before giving up and going back to the window where she could watch the brigade again.

She wasn’t sure what had awoken her, but she listened and could hear the murmur of voices. Was it Dwaain and Lewan or had someone managed to break into the house? What should she do? She felt her pockets for the weapon she always carried. Even though she had bodyguards with her most of the time, she had been taught self-defense and always had something to defend herself with. Where was it? Then she remembered. When she had been escorted to Dwaain and Lewan’s home, her small knife had been taken from her, and she had been assured that there would be someone posted outside the door at all times. Where was the guard and who was in the house with her?

* * *

It was several hours later when Dwaain and Lewan landed on their home planet. The plan to intercept Myla’s transport had been aborted due to the fact that they were sent to rescue a stranded ship.

The house was dark when they arrived home. They entered quietly not wanting to wake Myla if she was sleeping. Both Dwaain and Lewan were exhausted and so anxious to see Myla that they weren’t thinking straight. They didn’t think that she would be frightened in a strange place. The just though about getting home to her.

* * *

Myla didn’t stop to think. She found a weapon and a place to hide. No one was going to take advantage of her. She didn’t know where her guard had gone and wasn’t going to worry about it now. She was so close to seeing her men.

Nothing was going to get in the way of that.

She crouched behind the large sofa holding the lamp over her head, ready to strike. Closer…closer…just a little closer and Wham! She watched the smaller of the two intruders fall to their knees. Got Him!

She was about to swing for the larger target when the lamp and her hand was caught. “What the hell?” a man’s voice yelled.

Wait…was that Dwaain? What was he doing sneaking into the house? Who was with him?

“Dwaain? Is that you?” she asked quietly, still holding the lamp in a defensive position.

“Yes, little one. Here let me take that from you,” he said taking the lamp gently from her hands and setting it on the table. He pulled her up and into his arms.

“Who did it hit? Was it Lewan? Oh, my gods! Was he hurt? Please tell me he’s okay,” she pushed away from Dwaain and ran to Lewan who was now sitting on the floor rubbing the side of his head.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. It’s going to take more than a little thing like you to do any damage to me,” he told her pulling her into his lap and showing her with his lips just how he was feeling.

When he freed her mouth, she looked up at him, “You’re really okay?”

“I’m fine.” He stood bringing her up in his arms and started walking towards the bedrooms.

“Where are you taking me? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine sweetheart. I’m taking you to the bedroom unless you want Dwaain and me to take you on the floor.” He leaned down and grazed his lips across the skin above her breasts as he continued walking.

“Oh. Don’t you want to talk first?” Myla was worried they would be upset after what her father had done. She wanted a chance to explain to them that it wasn’t her. She didn’t want them thinking she didn’t want them. “Talk after,” Dwaain practically grunted as he took her from Lewan’s arms and sat on the side of the bed with her.

To Lewan, he said, “Stop hogging her.”

Myla giggled and lifted her arms so Lewan could pull her shirt over her head. He cupped each of her breasts with his hands, gently squeezing the soft globes. “I’ve missed these,” he said softly placing a soft kiss on the top of each globe.

Dwaain was slowly trailing biting kisses down her neck. He licked and nipped a path down her back to the waist of the sleep shorts she was wearing. He lifted her up to stand.

Lewan moved to kneel in front of her and pulled the garment down, throwing them to the side out of his way. He spread her legs and planted a soft kiss on her mons, just above her clit. When he lifted her legs over his shoulder, Dwaain wrapped his arms around her chest just under her breasts and pulled her back against him. Her pussy was over Lewan’s mouth, and he took serious advantage of it.

Myla let her head fall back on Dwaain’s shoulder. She relaxed her body and just let herself feel. It was obvious that the men were not mad at her. There would be plenty of time for talking later.

* * *

Dwaain lay back on the bed pulling Myla with him. When he and Lewan had received the distress signal, all he had wanted to do was ignore it and return to Xylan and Myla, but he couldn’t do that. His duty had to come first, and with the Meglan still causing havoc in the quadrant he couldn’t leave the stranded ship helpless. The rescue took hours longer than it should have due to the condition of the ship. Why some people were allowed to travel, he had no idea. The ship was in such disrepair that it took him and Lewan hours to get them moving again. He was where he belonged now. The universe was right again. Myla was in his home, his bed, and his arms where she belonged. He was never letting her go again. Something Lewan was doing to her made her stiffen in his arms, and a long low moan came from her. It was time to join the party.

He pulled her up slightly in his arms and pulled the lobe of one ear between his teeth. He loved feeling the shiver that ran through her body. He’d known from the first minute he’d seen her that she was the one for him. Soon he would ask her to share the life bond with him and Lewan. Then she would be theirs forever.

He kept her balanced for Lewan and scraped his teeth down her spine to her ass, then back up to the back of her neck. He laid back on the bed pulling her with him so that she was laying her back to his chest. Lewan moved up her body, licking and kissing his way to her breasts, slowly teasing her as he went.

Lewan lifted up and took her mouth in a thorough kiss.

Dwaain reached down and slowly spread her ass cheeks. He ran one finger around her little round hole, slowly rimming it. “Are you up to having both of us tonight, little one?”

Myla moaned, “Yes. I’ve missed you both so much.” She arched her body, and he pressed his finger in a little deeper.

“I will have you here tonight,” he growled in her ear as he bit down lightly on the lobe.

“Oh, please. Don’t make me wait any longer,” Myla moaned.

Lewan stood and helped her adjust her body to get ready to take both of them. “Relax, baby. You know how to do this. Dwaain is going to start easing in now. Deep breath and hold it.”

Myla listened and let Lewan guide her as Dwaain slowly entered her body. Inch by inch he worked himself in. He took it slow and let her adjust as he pressed his way into her. “That’s it, my little princess. Relax and let me in,” he pressed slowly and gently in until he could go no deeper.

He used his legs to part her, opening her for Lewan. “My turn now my love,” Lewan said as he fit himself to her pussy and started pressing in. With Dwaain already inside her, the fit was tight, and Myla had to take a deep breath to relax enough to let him in.

“Next time will be slower, but we both want you so much that things are going to happen fast.” Lewan pressed his way in and leaned over her balancing on one arm so as not to hurt her.

He and Dwaain started a slow rhythm that quickly increased until they were all on the brink. When one of them was pushing inside her, the other was pulling out until Myla didn’t know where she ended and they began. She felt the rush of her body and dug her fingers into the thick muscles in Lewan’s shoulder holding on in a tight grip.

Lewan took his free hand and worked it between their bodies adding stimulation to the clit until he felt her spasming around him. “I’m so close,” Myla moaned, trying to arch her body and get more contact, but with Lewan lying over her and Dwaain’s arm an iron band around her, she could only move as much as they let her. “Soon, baby, soon and we will all be there,” Dwaain gripped her hip in one hand and pulled her tight to him. Lewan leaned closer, and she was the filling in a man sandwich. The perfect place to be.

She felt their thrusts speed up and soon was lost in the explosion as they all reached their climax. Lewan collapsed on top of her, squishing her even more tightly to Dwaain. After a few seconds she pushed at Lewan, breathing was becoming a challenge. She couldn’t get enough air. “You need to move,” she gasped, pushing at his shoulder.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” he said as he rolled to one side pulling her with him, and keeping them connected. Dwaain followed until they were all laying on their sides. “Are you okay now, sweetheart?” Lewan asked, moving the hair out of her face.

“Yes, I can breathe now,” Myla answered and as her breathing slowed she drifted to sleep.