Amanda's Amorous Aliens (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page A

babies with you was the one regret I had in choosing to stay,” she admitted with a sheepish smile. “Now that I know we can, well, I don’t want to spend another moment waiting. Unless…” She seemed to hesitate and Karriak finally realized she was worried that they were backing out.
    “It’s what we want, too,” he said, leaning over to carefully press a kiss to her forehead. She slipped her hand into his, smiling widely when Sektannen reached for her other hand.
    “It’s probably best if you go in first. Make sure you stay far enough away so we don’t hurt you,” Karriak said as memories of their first telkobar slipped into his mind.
    She reached up, her hand barely touching his cheek as she smiled at him. “It really hurts, doesn’t it?”
    “It kind of stings,” Sektannen said with a soft laugh, “but not for long.”
    “Maybe you should go find that purple number you were wearing our first night together.”
    “Or maybe I can just wait for you naked.”
    “I like naked,” Karriak said with a broad grin. “Go. Do that.”
    She laughed happily, stepped through the bedroom door, and let it close behind her.
    “You ready for this?” Sektannen asked.
    Karriak raised an eyebrow. He still knew his brother well enough to know he was referring to their rushed telkobar, not making babies with a woman they all loved. “Can you ever be ready for this?”
    Sektannen clapped a hand on his shoulder, took a deep breath, and opened the door to the bedroom. “See you on the other side.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Amanda waited nervously for Karriak and Sektannen to come into the room. It was obvious that they’d wanted to speak without her there so she’d given them space. But of course, she was nosy enough to want to know what they were saying.
    “To’huto, would it be possible to make me a robe…or something?”
    “Relax, Amanda, third time’s the charm.”
    “Huh?” She stared at the ceiling, unsure what the computer meant. Third time? It certainly hadn’t been the response she’d been expecting. When she’d asked for a robe she’d had a big, fluffy, cover-everything type of thing in mind, but she knew To’huto well enough to know she would have gotten something far sexier. But the “third time” comment really threw her.
    “To’huto? What third time?”
    “What?” the computer asked as if it had no idea what she was talking about. “Sorry, Amanda, Karriak and Sektannen don’t really like me monitoring this room. Good luck tonight.”
    She wanted to ask more, but the door opened and Karriak and Sektannen walked into the room.
    This time their telkobar split was a lot calmer—at least she knew what the hell was going on—but also far more emotional. Just like before, Karriak and Sektannen started to grow right before her eyes. They’d told her that their telkobar was still a month away, so it was quite humbling to see them go through so much pain just to be with her earlier. If she’d ever regretted staying, this alone wiped any doubts away.
    This time she watched more closely as both men seemed to vibrate violently, their bodies dividing on a cellular level, the split far faster this time than it had seemed the first time. Within minutes she found herself face-to-face with four very handsome, very happy, very horny men.
    And they were all hers. Yumm-oh.

Chapter Eleven
     
    Kar and Riak were the first to get back on their feet. Sek and Tannen both grinned from their positions on the floor, but waved their brothers toward her good naturedly.
    “You’re still dressed,” Kar said as he stalked closer to their woman.
    She blushed prettily. Considering some of the things the three of them had gotten up to over the past few months, it seemed almost impossible that she could find anything embarrassing. “Sorry,” she said as she started to lift her shirt over her head.
    “Don’t be,” Riak said as he stepped past Kar and trapped her arms with her shirt. “I think this is kind of