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

wasn’t it? “To’h, I can’t stay. I need to get back to my own time.”
    “But you just said that you indulged in…” The computer paused for a moment and then her own words replayed through the speakers. “…um…activity.” She could almost imagine the computer scratching its head like a confused human. “Doesn’t that mean that you are mated?”
    “No, To’huto, that just means we had some fun.”
    “Oh,” To’huto said, sounding concerned once more. “Are Sektannen and Karriak aware of this strange human quirk?”
    “Huh?” Okay, now it was her turn to be confused. “Quirk. It’s not a quirk. It was just sex. It doesn’t mean we made a commitment to each other. Hell, we barely know each other.”
    “But you are a perfect match for Karriak and Sektannen. Physically, mentally, emotionally, you complement Karriak and Sektannen perfectly.”
    She shrugged. Wonderful, a computer that thought it was Cupid.
    “I’m sorry, To’h,” she said, glancing up at the nearest visual display as if the computer were somehow a person. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
    “Tell him what?” Sektannen asked as he came through the door. She had no idea how she was able to tell them apart, but when she’d finally woken this morning, she’d known without looking at their tattoo marks who was who. Sektannen walked straight to her, wrapped his arms around her middle, and lifted her up slightly to press a kiss to her lips. She groaned as the material of her jumpsuit pulled tight against her still-swollen pussy.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, quickly putting her back on her feet and searching her face with his gaze.
    “I’m fi—”
    The computer cut her off. “Amanda is unused to the activities you indulged in last night.”
    “I know,” Sektannen said with a purely masculine grin.
    “I suggest,” the computer said with what seemed to be barely leashed aggression, “that you escort her to the medical area so that I can provide medical assistance.”
    “No,” Amanda said, shaking her head even as she melted at the concern on Sektannen’s face. “No, really, I’m fine.”
    “Uh-huh,” Sektannen said, pressing a single finger against her swollen pussy. She tried to hold back the gasp, but he read the discomfort in her expression. With a soft growl, he wrapped one arm around her middle, the other behind her knees, and then lifted her into his embrace. “To’huto can help you feel better more quickly.”
    “I’m okay,” she said again, even as she realized that lying was doing her no good.
    “Not,” Sektannen said with a wicked grin a moment before he pressed a kiss to her lips, “if you want to continue what we started last night.” He winked at Karriak as they walked through the bridge area of the ship and stepped into the medical bay.
    She gasped as erotic memories floated through her mind. Holy heavens. She supposed she could stay for another night or two. It wasn’t like “time” was against her. She could return to her own time later.
    Amanda let him place her on the medical bed, again fully clothed. Yesterday they’d just done a heap of noninvasive tests. She suspected that actual treatment would likely be different. A blush covered her entire body when she thought about what that might entail.
    Talk about embarrassing. It was almost enough to have her climbing off the table and refusing their help. Almost. The lure of sharing last’s night pleasure again tonight was rather appealing.
    “Sektannen, preliminary scans show no actual damage, just swelling and mild abrasion.” The computer seemed almost to hesitate as it considered its next words. “You and Karriak did a good job protecting your female from your lusts.”
    Sektannen seemed to nod in embarrassment, but then placed a hand on his hip and asked impatiently, “What equipment do I need?”
    “Only the cream that I am synthesizing now. It will help with the sting and reduce the swelling.”
    “Thank you, To’huto,”