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Lija is a woman on a mission...to get at least one night of
fun in before she has to marry someone she doesn't really want.
What luck to find Gehon and Jackon in a spacer bar, and both
guys appear interested in her.
Well, of course they are interested. Gehon and Jackon are Zelion
warriors working as space traders and meeting Lija is a dream
come true...sort of. You see Zelion men can only be fertile with
their "true mate" a woman who matches them. They know
her when they see her, taste her, and touch her and once committed
to her, will be faithful to her forever. The good news is that
Lija is a true mate.
The bad news is that she's the true mate for both of them and
Zelion warriors aren't real good about sharing. The men set up
a sexual competition to win her hand, but in the end it is the "Lady's
Choice" that will rule the day.



Lija stared up at the two men flanking her table, twirled the
end of her maiden’s braid, and tossed it over her shoulder.
She should have cut it off long ago, but what Daddy didn’t
know wouldn’t hurt him. So she’d experimented a little…okay,
more than a little, but that was a good thing. Experimentation
could keep a girl from making mistakes. Suppose she had wrapped
her braid around the wrists of the first guy who’d talked
her into sex? Daddy wouldn’t have been happy about having
a lowly mechanic as a son-in-law, even if the guy had had the
most beautiful muscles she’d ever seen.
Not that either of the two men in front of her were slouches
in the muscle department—or the height, face, and hair
departments, either! Either one of the pair appeared capable
of bench-pressing her microshuttle, and look real good while
doing it.
The first one to arrive was blond, with eyes like blue light
crystals. He was taller than his buddy by maybe three centimeters,
even though both men had to be well over one and a half meters
tall. His face was lean, with a sexy smile that took her breath
away.
The shorter man had hair nearly the red of a summer sunset,
and his eyes were the deep brown of fertile earth, set in a round
ruddy face. His shoulders were broader than his friend’s,
but his waist narrowed into slender hips. Without seeing it,
she’d bet his rear was round like his face, and that he
had plump ass-cheeks just perfect for wrapping a girl’s
legs around.
Funny, she’d never really been interested in two men at
the same time, but both these guys made her mouth water. More
than her mouth, actually. The crotch of her spacer suit dampened
with her arousal and she crossed her legs, hoping they wouldn’t
notice.
Both men’s gaze riveted below her belt and they sniffed
the air, their eyes glazing for a moment. Her eyes widened at
their reaction. Oh, yeah, they’d noticed. They must have
superb senses of smell.
The front of both men’s trousers tightened into a pair
of impressive packages. In the back of her mind, Lija took in
their sizes and did the math. Yep, either of them would do nicely
for her last fling of freedom before buckling under to her fate.
Too bad she only needed one. Choosing was going to be tough.
She waved her hand at the chairs next to her at the round table. “Would
you gentlemen like to sit down?”
The pair exchanged nearly angry looks as they took their positions,
one on each side of her. The redheaded man carrying the mugs
slammed them down on the table hard enough to spill some of the
contents.
His companion glared at him. “I don’t need your
help.”
“I’m not offering help. You forgot your drink.”
“I didn’t need a drink, either.”
Lija put up her hands. “Gentlemen, please. Here I was feeling
lonely and now I have two lovely men to keep me company.” She
waved to the bartender. “Please, a pitcher for my new
friends.”
Both men had their credit chips out. “You won’t be
paying,” the blond one told her.
“I’ll buy,” the redhead said at the same time.
Blue eyes narrowed into slits. “No, I’ll buy.”
“Not on your life.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
The pair glared at each other then both men’s right fists
came up.
“Now just a zeminute…” she said, wishing to
stop the fight, but to her surprise they chanted in unison,
pounding their
fists on the table.
“Ti, To, Te”
Red’s fist had one finger sticking out, Blondie’s
had turned into an open palm.
“Sword slices Ax. I win,” the redhaired man said
smugly.
Blondie glared and folded his arms, but allowed his buddy to
pass over the credit chips for the pitcher.
Lija smiled. These hulking he-men played a children’s game
to settle disputes? This was going to be fun. “So,
may I ask my companions for their names?”
Red spoke first. “I’m Gehon Avermoe. This is
my friend, Jackon Overton.”
She extended her hand. “My name is Lija. And I’m
pleased to meet you.”
Jackon’s hand slashed out first, barely beating Gehon’s.
His palm covered hers possessively. “Not nearly as pleased
as I am to meet you, my lady.” Pulling her hand to
his lips, he kissed it gently. His lips tingled the back
of her
hand and between her legs the dampness grew.
Lija gulped. At this rate she’d soon need padded
undergarments.
Gehon captured her other hand and pulled it to his lips. “I
cannot speak of how wonderful it is to meet you, Lady Lija.”
Caught between the two of them nibbling her hands, Lija wondered
that she was able to breath. Hot and cold flushes ran up and
down her spine, pooling in her dampened groin.
She seriously needed one of these men to bed her. Trouble was,
which one? What a delicious dilemma for one woman to have.
Jackon’s blue eyes glared over her hand at his friend. “Her
taste is for me, Gehon.”
Brown eyes narrowed into a matching glare. “Her taste
is mine, Jackon.”
They stared at each other, then suddenly both men sat up, eyes
widening and jaws dropping in unison. Gehon licked the back of
the hand he held, Jackon doing the same with his. Lija shivered
under their tongues.
“What do you taste?” the redhead asked.
The blond licked his lips relishing the flavor there. “Sweet.
Like honeybeets.”
“Sweeter than that. Caramallow.”
“Mellowdrops.”
“Chocoberries.”
They both dropped her hands and Lija pulled them back to her
side of the table as the men stared at each other, and then at
her.
“The same for both of us?” Jackon said, his voice
heavy with disbelief.
“So it seems. A cosmic joke,” Gehon replied
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