Page 39 of Twin Warriors
Was it her symbiotes he could feel? They were drifting around them in unseen mist particles, but maybe his senses could pick up the presence of something else with them.
“Do you know where it's coming from?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure. It feels like we are surrounded, but I do not see anything.”
Yip, Amy thought, he can sense Kisma and Maku. Maybe they should back off a bit. The last thing she wanted was to have Cane on edge the whole time where there really wasn’t anything to worry about.
Reaching down for the markings on her wrists, she connected to Kisma and asked her to keep their distance a bit more.
A wave of cool, refreshing air brushed over her face, making her smile, before she felt them draw back on the breeze.
When Cane’s frown deepened, she placed a hand on his arm and waited.
“It’s gone.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing. Come on, we don’t want to fall behind.”
Cane reluctantly turned back to the others and continued to walk.
When the suns began to dip behind the horizon, Iron stopped and declared it was time to make camp.
Amy pulled off the bag she had on her shoulders and dropped it to the sand. She was hot, tired, and in desperate need of a shower.
Cole came over to them, pulling out a large black box, about the size of a shoe box from his bag and placed it on the sand. He pressed the button on top, and Amy watched in stunned fascination as a large tent, big enough for at least five people, began to unfold itself from the box.
“That is so cool,” She breathed out when the almost seven-foot-tall tent was finished building itself.
“Wait till you see inside.” Cole said, giving her a mischievous wink.
That got Amy’s curiosity piqued. She darted to the door of the tent, taking a second to figure out how it opened, then burst in to find… Nothing.
It was empty inside. She spun, only to find two huge grinning cyborgs watching her.
She crossed her arms over her chest and met their stares with one of her own. Heat filled her blood at the sudden change in the way they looked at her. She wanted them. Now.
Not taking the time to think of how much this was not the time for it, she moved forward, pulling Cane into a deep kiss, while her other hand ran over Cole’s chest. The deep, low groan that came from both men had her body igniting with a need so raw, so desperate that she felt the moisture building between her legs.
She felt Cole move to stand behind her, his body pressed into hers and making her front press into Cane.
Cane parted his lips, deepening the kiss as his hands ran up her sensitive skin, slipping underneath the thin white blouse she wore. Moaning at the feel of his warm, rough hands on her body, Amy broke the kiss to turn and look at Cole. He spun her around between them, pressing her back against Cane, before his lips came down on hers.
Amy’s body was a trembling mass of need at the feel of these two men. Cole parted his lips, his tongue darting out to explore her mouth as Cane’s hands ran over her stomach and up to cup her sensitive breasts.
Another moan escaped Amy when Cane gently squeezed her pebbled nipples through the thin material of her bra. She could feel the hard bulge of both male’s arousal pressing into her, and the thought of them both taking her made heat build inside her to an almost unbearable level.
She broke the kiss with Cole, trying to catch her breath as she lay her head back against Cane’s chest and stared up at Cole.
“You are so beautiful, Amy.” Cole said, reaching for the clips that held her shirt together.
Just as he undid the first clasp, Iron’s deep shout echoed in her hazy mind.
“We have company!”
“Shit!” Amy breathed out, almost stumbling when both men suddenly moved away from her.
Cane tore open the doorway to the tent and ran out, followed by Cole.
“Stay in the tent!” Cole called out to her as he ran over to where Iron stood on top of a sand dune, staring out at the distance.