Chapter 32
Even though she was facing backwards over Reece’s shoulder, Fairchild knew exactly where he was taking her.
The halls of Sector HQ were as familiar to her as the back of her own hand.
She could have walked them blindfolded if she’d had to.
So, when Reece used her butt like a battering ram to bang the door open ahead of them, she wasn’t the least bit surprised by the sounds that greeted her ears—The hard slap of gloved hands pounding into pads.
The smack of high-powered kicks slamming into bags. Grunts of exertion. Growls of triumph.
It was the hand-to-hand combat training room.
One of them, anyway. The HQ was a big facility, and it was equipped with many areas where the Mercs could hone their skills. This particular training room wasn’t the biggest, but it was the closest, and it had everything Fairchild and her three guys needed.
She twisted around on Reece’s shoulder and looked into the room. There were a few sparring mats off to one side and training equipment all around the walls—heavy bags, speed bags, torso training dummies. But the centerpiece was the structure that dominated the middle of the room.
A raised octagon surrounded by a chain-link cage. It was just like the one they had used that first day aboard the Allura, when Nash had challenged her to a fight.
Fairchild’s body had already been humming before they stepped into the training room, but now, at the sight of the octagon, her arousal shifted into full gear.
Her nipples went so hard so fast, it was a miracle they didn’t poke right through the fabric of her tank top, and she was pretty sure she had a visible wet spot forming in the center of her shorts, for everyone in the room to see.
Not that it mattered, she supposed. With their augmetically enhanced vision, the Mercs could see right through her clothing if they wanted.
Which probably had something to do with the way Reece suddenly roared.
“Everyone out!” he bellowed. “Right fucking now!”
His voice was so loud and so deep, it seemed to rumble the very walls of the room. Sparring matches paused. Punching bags went silent. Every head in the place turned toward Reece.
For a long moment, nobody said anything. Then, one by one, the men in the room took off their gloves and headed for the exit. Fairchild couldn’t see Reece’s face, so she wasn’t sure what the men had all seen in his eyes, but whatever it was, it had made them think twice about challenging him.
God, that was hot.
Once the last of the fighters were gone, Reece ordered Dutton to lock the door behind them. Then he carried Fairchild toward the center of the room. Toward the octagon.
“Nash,” Reece called. “Grab some wraps.”
“Yes sir!”
The younger Merc broke off from the group and jogged over to the lockers against one wall.
Meanwhile, Reece climbed the steps leading up to the octagon.
Once again, he used Fairchild’s butt to push open the hinged gate.
Her body was already so hypersensitive with arousal, that sudden rough contact startled a gasp from her lips.
Once they were in the center of the ring, Reece finally lifted her off his shoulder and set her back down on her own two feet.
Dutton stood beside him, arms folded, eyes blazing.
A moment later, Nash came running into the ring as well, looking about as eager as a dog who had caught the scent of fresh meat.
“You got the wraps?” Reece said, not taking his eyes off Fairchild.
“Here, boss.”
Nash handed over a pair of black boxing wraps. The kind fighters would wear beneath their gloves. Reece took them and pulled them out straight.
“What’re those for?” Fairchild asked. Her heart was drumming away inside her. Her chest felt tight with anticipation.
“What do you think?” Reece said darkly. “We’re going to tie you up against the side of the cage and take turns ravaging your tight little pussy until you beg us to stop.”
Fairchild smirked.
“That’s going to take a lot of ravaging,” she said.
“We’ve got a lot of time. Now take off those fucking clothes like a good girl.”
His voice was so intense, so masculine, that it took every ounce of willpower in Fairchild’s body to disobey him.
“No.”
Reece just looked at her. He didn’t seem overly surprised by the response.
“Excuse me?” he said. “Are you disobeying a direct order from your commanding officer?”
“We’re not Mercs anymore,” Fairchild replied. “Remember? And besides, I’m not really in a good-girl mood. If you want my body, you’re gonna have to come and take it…”
She shifted into a fighting stance.
Reece looked left and right at the men standing on either side of him. Then he tossed the wraps into the corner of the cage and smiled.
“Fine,” he said. “If that’s how you want it…”
He stripped off his combat vest and hood, leaving his upper body bare.
Dutton and Nash did the same. The touch of fat they’d put on during their voyage to Calyxia was gone now, burned away by all the non-stop exercise during the return trip.
Their bodies were chiseled and hard, the bodies of purebred killers.
And Fairchild was about to face them three on one.
She liked those odds.
“Don’t expect me to go easy on you,” she said. “This isn’t some stage fight. I want the real thing.”
Reece nodded.
“No body-shots against the woman,” he said to his companions. “Everything else is fair game. Get her down, and get her clothes off. I’m gonna teach her pussy a lesson. A hard one.”
Fairchild smiled. She appreciated the no-body-shots comment, though it really didn’t matter.
For one thing, the muscles of her abdomen were like a wall of iron under her skin.
For another, the fetus growing inside her had Merc-on-Merc genes.
It would take a hell of a lot more than a bit of hard sparring to endanger it.
The three men spread out and surrounded her, their movements cautious but unafraid. They circled her like planets orbiting a star, and Fairchild turned with them, not wanting to let any of them out of her sight for too long.
It was Nash who came for her first.
A bum rush from behind. Even with her back turned, Fairchild felt his footsteps vibrating through the mat. She snapped around and drove one boot into his chest. The kick launched him off his feet and sent him tumbling back into the side of the cage.
Dutton tried to seize the opportunity, but Fairchild wasn’t about to let them have her that easily. She spun again and kicked out twice, a rotating one-two, her legs thrusting like pistons. Dutton barely managed to evade both strikes.
Then Reece was on her from behind, one arm around her upper body.
Fairchild had already anticipated the move. She shifted her weight low and pulled, letting Reece’s momentum do the work for her. He rolled across her back and slammed down hard against the mat in front of her. She cocked a brow and looked around.
“That all you got?” she taunted.
Reece grinned as he shoved himself back to his feet. “Hardly.”
He threw a jab, followed by a right cross.
Fairchild back-stepped out of the first and deflected the second, then countered with a flurry of her own.
Reece blocked them all with stinging claps of skin on skin.
Undeterred, Fairchild wheeled into a spinning kick.
Reece ducked under it and swept her leg with a spinning kick of his own. His timing was perfect.
For an instant, Fairchild’s heart jumped into her throat as her legs flew out from under her. She braced for impact with the mat.
But it never came.
Instead, a pair of strong arms caught her from behind, breaking her fall.
No… two pairs of arms. Dutton and Nash together. The latter whispered softly into her ear.
“Careful, hot stuff.”
Fairchild struggled to break free, but their grip was too strong.
They lowered her down onto the mat, and pinned her there, while Reece advanced from the front.
She tried to kick him, but he grabbed her legs and forced them apart.
He knelt between her open thighs. Fairchild could see the shape of his hard arousal straining against the front of his pants. He was obviously going commando.
“You put up a good fight,” he said. “But even the toughest fighter has to know when to admit defeat.”
“Never!” Fairchild growled.
Reece chuckled. “We’ll see about that…”
His fingers hooked inside the waist of her shorts and pulled, not down, but straight out to the sides.
The fabric shredded under the force of his augmetically-enhanced muscles, and he tossed the tattered halves away into the corner of the cage.
Fairchild’s panties put up even less of a fight.
Reece tore them away with one quick jerk of his fist. His pupils dilated suddenly as he stared at her naked center.
His nostrils flared. Then, with a feral sound, he dropped his face between her open thighs and started to feast.
Fairchild screamed with pleasure.
She wondered how many men were out in the corridor, ears pressed to the locked door. Fuck it. Let them listen. There was no way she could contain the sounds welling up inside of her, and she wasn’t about to tell Reece to stop.
Even if she did, he probably wouldn’t listen.
His lapping was angry and animalistic. He started with her plump outer folds, then he worked his tongue deep between her inner labia, digging his tip hungrily into her entrance.
And then, at last, he latched his lips around her throbbing clitoris and really went to work.
Fairchild’s fingers clutched at the two men who were holding her down, nails digging deep into their hard muscles.
“Ohmygod!” she shouted. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”
Dutton and Reece had their hands on her chest, fondling her through the thin fabric of her tank top. Then, in perfect unison, they ripped the shirt open, exposing her erect nipples.
“Oh my g—”
Dutton’s mouth came crashing down over hers, silencing her cries, or at least muffling them as their tongues writhed hot and slippery between their locked lips.
Meanwhile, Nash claimed one of her breasts, kissing it every bit as passionately as Dutton was kissing her mouth, sucking her nipple the way Reece was sucking her clit, strumming it with the tip of his tongue while he sucked.
Then they switched—Nash on her mouth, Dutton on her chest. They went back and forth like that, sharing her mouth, sharing her breasts, while Reece continued feasting between her legs.
He had two fingers inside her now. Two long, thick fingers, stroking and thrusting, fucking and tickling that sensitive spot on her front wall. It was a sensory overload, too much to bear or withstand. She could feel her muscles coiling like springs, tighter and tighter, and then…
Letting go.
Every muscle in her body seemed to relax in unison as a wave of hot, wet ecstasy surged through her. She could feel herself gushing around Reece’s thrusting fingers. She was screaming into Nash’s mouth. Even her erect nipples seemed to be coming all over Dutton’s tongue.
The men didn’t let up. They forced her to come again and again, half a dozen times, a dozen, until finally she lost count. When Reece finally relented, her whole body felt like a quivering puddle of bliss.
“That’s enough,” Reece said.
Nash and Dutton stopped their kissing, but they kept their weight on her, pinning her to the mat between them.
Reece was kneeling between her legs, his muscular torso glistening with sweat, his handsome face glistening with other things.
He stared down at her trembling body with a look of raw admiration.
“Woman,” he said. “You are so sexy it should be a crime.”
Fairchild managed a smile. “Funny,” she said. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
Reece returned her smile, but only for a second.
Then his face darkened again, and his hands went down to the front of his pants.
The maneuver he had performed on Fairchild a few minutes ago, he now performed on himself, tearing his pants away from his body with a savage snarl.
His cock swung free, looking bigger and harder than it had ever looked before.
Thick veins pulsed along his naked shaft, and precum drooled from his tip.
“Turn her over,” he growled.
The other men turned her, and Reece grabbed her hips from behind, yanking her up onto all fours. Her arms and legs were so weak from coming, she could barely hold herself up, but Dutton and Nash were there to support her.
Behind her, Reece gave her bottom one hard slap with his palm. Then he spread her apart and nestled the head of his hard cock between the wet lips of her pussy.
“Are you ready to submit yet?” he purred. “Or do I still need to break your will?”
“Break me,” Fairchild breathed. “Please break me.”
“Very well.”
He pushed slowly at first, giving her pussy a chance to expand around his tip. Then he took her all at once, with a hard, deep thrust that knocked the breath from her lungs.