Spaceport: Come Together
genre: sci fi, menage, shared author series
length: novella
ISBN#  978-1-60521-217-3
price $4.49

Sequel to Spaceport: Juiced

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BLURB:

With the worst of his rehabilitation behind him, TriZ star Tomak, along with his lovers Zaiden and Ioanne, has some hard decisions to make. In bed, their chemistry is perfect. Out of it, Tomak’s tired of being treated like an invalid. Zaiden struggles to resist the lure of the TriZ league, and Ioanne knows that in order to keep her lovers exactly where they belong — with her — teaching them to come together may be the only chance they have.

EXCERPT:

The vehemence in Tomak’s words stung. During the tirade, Ioanne inched her chair closer to his until she sat next to him, and Zaiden silently begged both of them to understand. “I told him no,” he insisted. To think that his lover accused him of not knowing how Deke worked… it was unfathomable. “I worked with the team, remember? I know how he works. They’re all like that. You think I didn’t take calls from agents and team managers trying to get me to remove a player from the DL? When millions of credits are on the line, those guys will do anything. I guarantee you the only person looking after the player’s health was me, and maybe, if I was lucky, the player.” He squeezed Ioanne’s hand.

“Yeah, but…” Tomak’s words faded on an incoherent growl. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

“Zaiden made the decision. He got the call. He told Deke no.” Ioanne’s soft words cut through Tomak’s anger.

Tomak sighed, the fight draining out of him. “And the next time?”

“I’ll tell him no then, too. I just watched you go through hell, Tomak. I’m not going back to the very place that put you there. What kind of man do you think I am?” He pulled Ioanne’s hand to his lips and brushed a kiss across the backs of her knuckles. Even if Tomak didn’t, she stood by him, and that counted for a lot.

“I just wish he’d leave us alone.”

“If you want, we can probably make that happen. Though I guarantee you, even if we pay for it, the instant word gets out you filed legal action on your former agent, the tabloids are going to be buzzing.”

For the first time since the conversation started, Tomak grinned. “Yeah and that would burn those bridges good.”

“Burning bridges is never a good idea, no matter how big the asshole they lead to,” Zaiden said.

Tomak chuckled. “You have a good point. So how much did he offer you?”

Zaiden told him the figure and watched as Tomak’s eyes widened.

“For a trainer? No offense, buddy, but that’s crazy!” Tomak shook his head. “But then again, I think we both can vouch for how good you are.”

Zaiden ignored the innuendo for now.

“So what are you thinking about doing since you won’t be returning to the league?” Ioanne asked.

Zaiden thought for a moment. They’d talked about maybe working with athletes just like Tomak who needed help with their addictions. Right now, delving into the details didn’t appeal. He shrugged. “We’ve gone through so much recently. I thought maybe I’d enjoy things. Then make some decisions. The league has left both of us well off, so it’s not like we have to worry.”

Tomak sat back down. The tense set of his shoulders eased. “Yeah, we really don’t have to worry. It pays being the MVP.” His expression softened. “It’s the least that they can do.” He reached for Zaiden, capturing his fingers. Ioanne took Tomak’s hand, and the three of them sat there, fingers clasped.

Their entwined hands reminded him of Tomak’s earlier promise. “I think you owe me something,” Zaiden told his lover.

Tomak arched an eyebrow.

“Yeah, from earlier. Meditate first, sex later. Time to pay up.” Zaiden turned to Ioanne. “Want to make him give it up for us?”

Beneath the fabric of her thin robe, Ioanne’s nipples tightened. “Yeah. The question is, which one of us is he going to fuck?”

Hearing the carnal word emerge from Ioanne’s lips hardened Zaiden’s cock. “He promised me. But maybe, if we’re lucky, he can take both of us.”

Ioanne rose from the table, releasing the men’s hands. Zaiden followed, ignoring the plates and mostly-eaten dinner left on the table. Walking behind Ioanne, Zaiden let the sway of her hips, the promise of her hot, wet pussy sliding around his cock, draw him into the meditation room. Sometime before dinner, she must have cleaned up, because now, several large cushions created a space large enough for the three of them.

Zaiden smiled. In dealing with Tomak’s addiction, they hadn’t fixed sleeping arrangements, and neither bed was really large enough for the three of them. Ioanne had promised them she’d move into their larger room soon.

Tomak walked just behind his shoulder, his presence warm and vital. He rested one hand on Zaiden’s shoulder. “This looks nice.” His deep voice rumbled in Zaiden’s ear.

Zaiden nodded, his cock hardening with the potential offered by that comfortable pile of blankets and pillows. Standing there in the middle, Ioanne untied the sash on her robe and let her clothing fall to the floor. She gracefully sat in lotus position, her hands resting on her thighs.

Zaiden’s erection hardened painfully. Though she sat nearly halfway across the room, the pink lips of her pussy were clearly visible. Her hard nipples pointed at him, the little buds ready to be kissed.

“I don’t think we’re meditating tonight.” Tomak strode forward, losing clothing as he went. Naked, he sat down next to Ioanne, assuming the same position. He held one hand aloft, beckoning Zaiden closer.

Zaiden swallowed hard. The desire in his blood pounded a furious beat, his cock so hard the merest brush of his fingers as he shed his pants was painful. He stripped, then crossed the space to his lovers. He knelt, glancing from Ioanne’s wet labia to Tomak’s stiff rod. “No, I don’t think we are, either.”

He leaned forward, bracing his weight on his hands, his shoulders hovering over Ioanne’s legs. Presenting his ass to Tomak, Zaiden blew tiny puffs of air across Ioanne’s damp sex. He licked his lips, already able to taste the salty sweetness of her musk.

“What do you think?” Shifting his weight onto one arm, he brushed his fingers across her nipples.