15. Chapter 15
Tasha came to him after midnight.
She'd traded her lab coat for one of his shirts, nothing underneath.
Platinum hair loose around her shoulders, the thin fabric barely covering her tight ass and the soft swell of her perky tits.
Her body had bounced back fast after Phoenix — lean, tight, and incredibly fuckable, enhanced healing erasing every trace of pregnancy until she looked like the brilliant scientist who'd first rebuilt him from code.
She found him still awake, staring at the ceiling with Isabella's hand on his chest and Gabriela curled near his feet.
"I need you," Tasha said quietly. "Not for anything tactical. I need to remember why we started this. Before tomorrow takes everything."
He sat up. Isabella stirred but didn't fully wake at first — or pretended not to, the way she sometimes did when she wanted to watch.
Tasha climbed straight into his lap, framing his face with both hands, and kissed him slow and deep.
Gunner’s hands immediately slid under the oversized shirt, filling themselves with her soft, perky tits, thumbs teasing her hard nipples.
She was already soaked, grinding her bare, dripping pussy against his thickening cock.
Behind them the blanket shifted. Isabella was awake now, propped on one elbow, watching with dark, hungry interest. She moved in close, pressed a hot kiss to the side of Tasha’s neck, and Tasha tilted her head with a soft gasp, giving her more room.
"You’re not having him without me," Isabella murmured against her skin. "Not tonight."
"Wasn’t planning to."
Isabella turned Tasha’s face and kissed her hard — possessive and filthy. Gunner watched the two of them make out right above his cock, tongues sliding, hands roaming. Tasha’s lean, elegant body pressed against Isabella’s powerful, battle-hardened frame was pure fantasy fuel.
They worked him together like they’d done it a hundred times.
Tasha’s hot mouth first, taking him deep with that precise, hungry skill.
Then Isabella joined, both women licking and sucking his thick cock, tongues meeting around the head, competing to see who could take him deeper.
Gunner groaned, hands in their hair, enjoying the sight.
When he couldn’t wait any longer he pulled Tasha up, laid her on her back, and sank his thick cock into her tight, dripping pussy in one long thrust. She moaned loudly, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper as he fucked her slow and deep, eyes locked on hers.
Isabella straddled Tasha’s face, grinding her soaked cunt on the blonde’s eager tongue while she watched Gunner rail her. Tasha came first — quiet but intense, body shaking as she moaned into Isabella’s pussy. Isabella followed right after, grinding down hard with a low growl.
Isabella didn’t wait. She pushed Tasha aside, got on all fours, and looked back at him.
"Now me. Hard."
Gunner slammed into her cunt and fucked her like an animal — brutal, deep strokes, hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red while she pushed back to meet every thrust, snarling.
Tasha watched hungrily, fingers buried in her own pussy, then leaned in to kiss Gunner while he destroyed Isabella.
He came the first time deep inside Isabella, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. He immediately pulled out and drove back into Tasha, fucking his load into her next.
The second round turned into pure filthy chaos.
No more taking turns. The three of them became a sweaty, tangled mess.
Gunner had Tasha riding him reverse cowgirl, her tight ass bouncing as she impaled herself on his cock again and again.
Isabella knelt in front of her, sucking on Tasha’s perky tits and rubbing her clit aggressively while Tasha rode him.
The two women made out sloppily above his cock, moaning into each other’s mouths as Gunner thrust up hard into Tasha’s dripping cunt.
Then Isabella pushed Tasha onto her back and climbed on top in a 69.
Gunner watched them devour each other — Isabella’s tongue buried deep in Tasha’s cum-filled pussy, Tasha licking and sucking Isabella’s swollen clit like she was starving.
The wet, obscene sounds of them eating each other out filled the room.
Gunner moved behind Isabella, shoved his cock back into her tight hole while she was still licking Tasha, and started railing her hard. Every powerful thrust pushed Isabella’s face deeper into Tasha’s cunt. The girls were moaning and whimpering, licking each other frantically while he fucked them.
He switched constantly — pounding Isabella’s cunt, then pulling out and slamming into Tasha’s, then back again — using both of their greedy, cum-slick holes while they kept eating each other out and fingering one another.
Isabella fingered Tasha hard while Gunner fucked her from behind.
Tasha sucked on Isabella’s clit while he railed her.
Their bodies ground together, tits pressing, tongues and fingers everywhere.
Gunner finally lost control. He pulled out and stroked himself over them.
Both women knelt quickly, tongues out, kissing and licking his cock together until he erupted — thick ropes of cum painting their faces and tongues.
They kept making out, licking his cum off each other’s lips and chins like greedy little sluts.
Afterward they lay tangled in the same sweat-damp sheets, no one in a hurry to separate. Tasha’s head rested on his chest. Isabella curled in behind her, one arm draped over both of them, her hand finding Tasha’s and lacing their fingers together over his stomach.
"Whatever happens tomorrow—" Tasha started.
"We win," Isabella cut her off. "And then we make more babies."
Tasha laughed—a real laugh, surprised out of her, the kind she hadn't had room for in weeks of research and worry. Gunner felt it more than heard it, her whole body shaking against his side.
"You say that like it's already decided," Tasha said.
"It is." Isabella's voice had gone quiet, certain. "I've decided a lot of things tonight."
Gunner held them both and didn't sleep. Through the wall, he could hear Gabriela's voice, low, talking Zara down from whatever quiet fear had her awake at this hour—two women comforting each other in a language that didn't need translating to understand.
Past that, Suzuki's breathing had finally changed, gone slow and even in a way it hadn't all night. Real sleep, not the performance of it.
Two hours until dawn.
He lay still in the dark, Tasha's heartbeat steady under his palm, Isabella's breath warm against his shoulder, and let himself hold the moment a little longer before the war came to collect it.