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“Catch me,” Willow says as she jumps into Valor’s arms. He has no time to express or even hide his surprise, because she wraps her legs around his waist and kisses him on the lips.

Zedd’s red face is in close-up on every holovid screen in the area. Her nostrils are flaring in anger.

“Kiss me!” she calls to me. There’s something about her tone of voice that brooks no argument. You’d think she was a military commander, not a female wanting to get closer to her males.

She pulls away from both of us long enough to say, “Don’t drop me,” then she reaches over and cups her hand under my balls. In an exaggerated motion, she massages me as she returns to kissing Valor.

I don’t know why this is happening, but I know we’re on galaxy-wide vid. That knowledge does nothing to keep my cock from becoming hard as stone in response to her intimate touch.

In the back of my mind, I hear Zedd spluttering, and am vaguely aware of an army of drones buzzing over to get close-ups of the action. They’re actually jockeying for position to get the best “money shots,” as Willow would call them.

“I can’t wait for you two to fuck me,” she says loud enough they can probably hear her on Aeon II without benefit of a microphone. “It was brilliant of Zedd to put us on a team together,” she yells.

Considering Zedd is the anchor for one of the biggest shows in galaxy history, she seems completely unable to hide her irritation. Irritation? Who am I kidding? She looks furious enough to kill.

Someone must have gotten her attention in the little earpiece she’s wearing because she pulls herself together and hides her homicidal desires.

“Look what we have here.” Zedd pauses, forcing herself to breathe as she gathers her thoughts.

I would have no understanding of what’s going on if Willow hadn’t just explained about “money shots.” Willow has shifted in Valor’s arms so she can kiss me on the lips while she palms my shaft. It’s a wonder I can keep a thought in my brain about anything other than the sparks of sexual lightning currently flying through my body.

Despite that, it’s clear the next words to come out of Zedd’s mouth are going to determine our fate, so I’m trying to pay attention.

“Let’s get a close-up of our little lovebirds, shall we?” Zedd sneers.

The screens show close-ups of our kiss, but when they realize what’s going on down below, the screen fills with Willow’s hand jacking my hard shaft.

“For those of you at home, I’ll be the first to reassure you what you’re seeing is not enhanced by any technical sleight of hand. You may want to send your little ones from the room because what you’re seeing really is as big as it looks.”

Somehow, the drone moves in even closer and the screen is full to overflowing with Willow’s palm working my covered but engorged cock.

I shutter my eyes. At this point, I don’t care what’s on the screen, because if Willow doesn’t stop, there’s going to be a giant wet spot on my scarlet coveralls.

Gripping her waist with my hands, I pull her out of Valor’s arms until her legs circle around my waist. I lean away from our kiss long enough to whisper, “Attack his cock for a while, Willow, or I’m going to spill on galaxy-wide vid.”

“Sorry,” she breathes as she wholeheartedly kisses me and removes her grip from my shaft.

“Females and males,” Zedd says cheerfully as Willow’s little hand works Valor, “I stand corrected. Whatever the initial roster said, I think we’ve found a triad to root for.”

The screens cut to a commercial for vernexes , the newest galaxy-wide pet craze. The little things look part feline, part canine, and have three rows of sharp teeth.

I allow Willow to slide until her feet touch the ground, then desperately try to arrange my cock so it won’t tent my scarlet coveralls before the cameras return for their next close-up.

“You three may already be the crowd favorites,” Zedd says through clenched teeth, “but you have earned my wrath .”