Bethiah – Corsair Brothers Read Online Ruby Dixon

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Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
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“It was my idea,” Dora says in a small voice. “I thought it might solve all of our problems. I know it’s not conventional, but I don’t think any of us are.”

A triad. Me with a human clone who’s afraid of her shadow and a bounty-hunting cyborg with a code of honor. No, I don’t think we’re alike in the slightest. I chuckle to myself. “So what’s the plan, then? Trade off who gets the bed? Take turns on his cock and face? Or do you just sit on both of our faces? Do we need to schedule times? Because I want to go first for whatever it is. I like going first.”

I also like face sitting, both giving and receiving, but that’s probably obvious.

Dora pulls her hand from mine, making a face at my crude words. “Right now we’re just figuring things out. I know this is a lot to take in. And I-I don’t have any memories of my past so I don’t have any sexual experience. I’d like to go slow…with both of you. If that’s all right.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Jamef says, and the look he gives her is downright tender. Instead of making me jealous, I’m oddly glad to see that. I want him to be as protective of her as I am.

“Bethiah?” She looks over at me, a question in her gaze. “Are you all right with taking things slow? We could have a few dates and figure out things from there.”

“Dates,” I echo.

“Dates,” she agrees. “Some together, some separate if we want to. Just getting to know each other and moving the relationship forward.” Her expression is so earnest, so full of yearning that I can tell she truly wants this. She wants both me and Jamef?

I can see her with him, possibly. Haven’t I been dancing around the idea of taking that particular cock for myself for a while? Just settling down and letting the connection happen? Stop running for once? But two people feels like a lot. It feels overwhelming to consider a relationship with not one person, but two. It’s like I’m just asking to have my heart stomped on twice as much. I shrug. “I dunno, fluffit. Just between you and me, I think you can do better.”

Jamef snorts.

Dora frowns at me. “How so?”

“I’m not exactly the staying kind, and this one”—I gesture with my thumb over at Jamef—“isn’t exactly a dream. He’s got a stick up his keffing ass the size of a black hole. And we’re both bounty hunters. It’s not a safe sort of job…and you don’t want to get prosthetics.”

“Bethiah,” Jamef warns. “She’s not getting prosthetics unless she wants them. Her limbs are perfectly fine.”

“They are,” I agree. “Perfectly fine and very, very soft. Vulnerable, soft, and apt to get her killed if she sticks with us.”

“You’re both bounty hunters,” Dora says. “The way I see it, if I’m with both of you, I’m doubly protected.” She smiles as if this answers everything. “And you both need me to smooth things out between you because you can’t get along. You might want each other, but you’re not good at conveying that.”

“I am wounded. Positively wounded,” I say. “I thought I made it very clear to Jamef that I wanted him.”

Dora gestures at me. “Then get up and give him a kiss.”

A…kiss?

Jamef? Kissing isn’t a mesakkah thing. But I look over at him, and at Dora’s expectant face. “I will…but you have to kiss him and then me, too. We all kiss, and then we decide if we want to move forward. I think that’s only fair.”

Thirty-One

JAMEF

Whatever circuit board is lodged in my head must be misfiring. Surely that’s how I’m hearing that not one but both attractive females on this ship (the ones driving me absolutely mad) want to be in a relationship with me. Me, a cold mercenary who’s more metal than male. Who’s got few friends and zero family name.

But both look at me, waiting for my answer.

“Do you really think I’d turn this down?” I ask with a scoff. “As long as you’re both interested, I am.” I would never take an unwilling female, and I wasn’t sure how Dora felt. But she’s looking at me with pink cheeks and shining eyes and I think perhaps…perhaps this could work. I raise a finger. “There’s just one condition.”

“Here it is,” Bethiah mutters.

“I want us to sleep in the same bed. All of us. None of this bed-hopping nonsense or hiding in rooms. If we’re doing this, it should all be out in the open. I don’t care if you two touch each other as long as you don’t keep it from me, and I promise I won’t keep any of my actions from the two of you.”

“Fine,” Bethiah says, her arms crossed. “Dora?”

“We’ll need a bigger bed,” the human immediately says.


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