Raines, Elizabeth - Covert [Wicked Missions 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines

nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. Might be eating a lot of refugee rations for a while.”
    Refugee rations—the food that other planets provided for the people of Fraiqua who were still trying to pick themselves up after the destruction. Most people who needed the help were unemployed and were willing to wait in line for hours to receive expired food to make sure their children didn’t starve. The notion of Alayna standing in one of those humiliating lines tugged at Tanner’s heart. Since money was his expertise, he’d do what he could with their limited funds to spare her that kind of embarrassment. “You’d be amazed what I can do with a few unis.”
    He loved Will’s responding smile. “I’d heard you have a knack for making one coin miraculously turn into twenty.”
    “Yeah, well. It’s a gift.”
    Alayna’s silver wedding ring spun in front of her on the table. He’d seen her do that at all their meals since the marriage, and he figured it was her way of focusing. He only hoped it wasn’t some sort of unconscious desire to get it off her finger because she didn’t want to be married.
    Were all newlywed grooms as unsure as he felt at that moment? Somewhere in his heart, Tanner wanted his mates to feel the same affection that had sprouted in his own heart for both Alayna and Will because it was frightening to be standing out on that shaky limb all by himself. How he’d let his feelings get entangled in his two spouses so quickly remained a mystery. Perhaps it was because they were Fraiquan and had completed the comchi ritual, but the connection was there nonetheless. He’d learned early in life not to fight the inevitable. “Alayna?”
    “Hmm…?”
    He wanted to go over and slam her ring down on the table to make it stop spinning. “Don’t be so worried. We’ve all been in worse situations before. It’s not gonna be easy, but we’ll make it work.” Taking the last few steps into the galley, he laid his hands on her shoulders. “Together.”
    She surprised him by plucking the ring up and sliding it back on her third finger. “Together? I thought I was supposed to be calling the shots.” Her tone was pleasant rather than authoritative, and he couldn’t help but give her shoulders as affectionate squeeze.
    Will reached across the table to put his hand over hers. “We’re a trio now, remember? You might be the woman, but we’re in this marriage and this mission, too. Lean on us when you need to, okay?”
    Instead of replying, she yawned. For some reason it was contagious because first Tanner and then Will yawned as well. “Look,” Tanner said, “we might as well get some shut-eye. We’re all exhausted, and sitting around worrying about problems that haven’t happened yet is just going to make us all crazy.”
    “Course is laid in?” Alayna asked as she scooted her chair back.
    Tanner nodded. “We’ve got plenty of time to get some sleep. Ready for bed?”
    Taking her hand in his, she gave him a lopsided grin and then cast a sultry glance to Will. “I’m ready for bed. But we’re not sleeping. Not yet.”
    His cock sprang to life, the blood flowing there so quickly that he got a little light headed. He caught the scent of her arousal and groaned. “Fuck, no, we’re not sleeping yet.” Instead of waiting for her to drag them both to the big bunk, he swept her into his arms. Will shoved his chair back and was striding toward them. “Are we, Will?”
    He answered by putting one hand over Alayna’s breast and pressing the other against Tanner’s swollen cock. The smile he gave them hit Tanner on a visceral level. He nodded at the bedroom, and Will pulled away to sprint ahead of them as Tanner carried their bride to their bed.
    Will got to the bunk first and had dropped his trousers before he even kicked off his shoes. Tanner chuckled as he set Alayna down and started to undress her. Since she was grabbing at Will’s shirt, the three of them ended up blocking each other.