Del's Pirates [Sequel to G'baena's Pirates] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Sequel to
G’baena’s Pirates

Del’s Pirates

Del used to be a slave. Now he fights to protect others from the same fate.

A deadly attack on the pirate ship he’s called home for the past three cycles brings Avery into his arms, and his bed. He’s been in love with both of his best friends for a long time, but his worries that he and Avery being together might hurt Cooper are soon allayed when the human happily follows their lead and chooses to love them both.

Yet building a relationship in the midst of a crisis isn’t easy.

An unexpected opportunity to disrupt the slave trade for good sees Del volunteering for a deadly mission. He wants Avery and Cooper to live a safe, happy life together, but what happens when his lovers prove they know him better than he knows himself?

Genre:
Futuristic, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction

Length:
31,831 words
 

Sequel to G’baena’s Pirates

Rachel Clark

MENAGE AMOUR

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DEL’S PIRATES

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DEL’S PIRATES

Sequel to G’baena’s Pirates

RACHEL CLARK

Copyright © 2012

Del smiled as Devlin stormed into the medical bay carrying his very pregnant wife in his arms. He looked like a man on a mission and Del made sure to get out the big guy’s way before he got trampled.

When Devlin reached the bed, he very gently lowered G’baena onto the mattress. The woman smiled indulgently but soon grimaced from the pain.

“She’s having contractions again,” Devlin said. Well,
growled
would be a more accurate description.

Their baby wasn’t due for another month, yet G’baena seemed to be one of those women who would have several
practice
labors before the actual birth. It wasn’t uncommon for G’trobian women, especially for a first pregnancy, but it was certainly playing havoc with Devlin’s moods.

Kam entered the medical bay a few moments later, his smile wide as he moved to his husband’s side. “Again?” he asked G’baena happily as he wrapped his arms around Devlin and kissed the side of the big man’s neck.

“I tried to tell him,” she said, smiling at both of them, “but it’s nice to be certain.” Devlin looked a little calmer now that both of his mates were reassuring him, but Del still wasn’t silly enough to get in the man’s way.

“Tee-ani is on her way back to the ship,” he quickly explained, “so even if this isn’t another practice run, she should be here in plenty of time.” Devlin looked ready to throttle him, and if he’d been anyone else Del might’ve been worried. But he’d known Devlin for more than three cycles now, and knew how deeply the human cared for his mates. Genetically, the baby was G’trobian, but no one in their right mind would ever suggest that Devlin wasn’t the child’s father. It was obvious to any who knew them that this child would be loved deeply by all three of her parents.

“And besides,” Del added, risking Devlin’s glare, “she wouldn’t be the first baby I’ve delivered.”

Kam smiled, looking like he was holding back a laugh. Del had delivered Sarah’s baby when her little boy had, just over two cycles ago, decided to make a really fast entrance into the world. It’d been the reason Del had finally decided to take Tee-ani up on her offer to train him. Seeing a new baby come into the world had changed his attitude to medicine. It wasn’t always about misery and death. It was also about helping others and offering hope where there was none and, of course, new life.

G’baena groaned as the pain worsened. Even Kam looked a little less certain now.

“Do you want to wait for Tee-ani or should I do your exam now?”

“Now,” Devlin growled. Del glanced at his patient for confirmation. If Tee-ani had one obsession, it was to remind him of the importance of the doctor-patient relationship, so Del always made certain to get his patient’s permission, if possible, no matter how big or growly her husband seemed. G’baena smiled and nodded, so he grabbed a gown for her and activated the mirrored curtain. The one-way, mirrorlike force field would give G’baena privacy while still letting him see if anyone entered the medical bay needing his assistance.

G’baena groaned again, this time louder, her pain seeming to last much longer. Maybe this baby was coming today after all.

Del turned to his patient just as a loud clanging noise sounded through the ship.

The lights flickered.

A woman screamed.

And then all hell broke loose.

“Battle stations!” Jordan’s calm voice boomed throughout the ship. “Full armor. Intruders already aboard.”

Both Devlin and Kam hesitated, obviously unwilling to leave the woman they loved unguarded and in labor. But both of them were essential to any defense of the ship.

“Go,” she shouted at both of them over the noise. “You can’t protect me if there is no ship! Go!”

Both men turned and ran for the hallway. “Del, go into lockdown,” Devlin yelled over his shoulder. “Stay put!”

Del nodded and turned to unlock the cabinet that held his stun guns. Since beginning his medical training he hadn’t practiced with the weapons quite as often as he should have, but he still knew how to use them. “Bae,” he said, turning to his patient, “the privacy screen is soundproof as well, so no one will see or hear us.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance and Del grimaced at his badly timed stating of the obvious. Devlin had designed the technology, so his wife would likely know how the damn thing worked.

“Del,” she said, panting in between contractions, “I’ve never done this before, but I’m pretty sure the baby is coming this time. This time everything feels different. Everything.” She moaned long and low and Del had the frantic wish to moan with her. He had the skills to deliver her baby if everything went according to plan—not really likely considering the red alert and the fact that neither of her husbands could be by her side—but he really,
really
wished Tee-ani would walk in the damn door.

The intercom screeched and then a panicked voice came through. “Tee-ani? Sarah? Somebody? I have a medical emergency. Fuck! Somebody help!”

“Avery?” Del asked through the intercom, trying to sound calm.

“Del? Fuck. Ruth’s been shot with some kind of energy weapon. She needs help.”

“Avery.” She continued to talk over him. “Avery! Listen to me!” Finally, she quieted and for a heart-pounding moment Del thought of all the horrible things that could be happening to her right now. He swallowed hard, trying to focus, trying to stay calm. He wasn’t a doctor—not yet—but he knew emergency medicine, knew first aid. He just had to keep his patients alive until a real doctor arrived.

“Avery, is Ruth breathing?”

“Y–Yes,” Avery said. “But she hit her head as she fell. She’s bleeding really badly.”

“Can you see where the cut is? Where she’s bleeding from?”

“No. Fuck, I can’t see a damn thing. There’s so much blood.”

“Avery, grab a towel or a cloth, something that can wipe away the blood. I need you to find the wound and put pressure on it until it stops.”

“Del, there’s so much fucking blood. I can’t find it.”

“Avery, listen to me,” he said urgently. “You can do this. Ruth needs you to do this. Find the cut and put pressure on it.” Several moments of silence passed, punctuated only by G’baena’s sharp, panting breaths behind him.

“Got it!” finally came the triumphant reply.

“Good. Now I need you to put pressure against it until someone can get down there to help.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” She sounded hysterical, almost ready to leap through the intercom and pummel her frustrations out on him.

“Avery, are you and Ruth in a safe place?”

“Of course we are! I locked us in the fucking kitchen as soon as the shooting started. I’m not a complete fucking moron, Del. Now just get someone the fuck down here to help Ruth.”

“Avery, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”