Monroe, Marla - The Carpenters' Helper [The Men of Space Station One #5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

He needed to do some deep thinking over the next few days. It was up to him to curb his demanding side. He felt like he could do it with some work, and he knew it was worth it. Carmen was worth that and a lot more. She’d worked hard to relax around them and give them what they needed. Now it was time for him to give some back.

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Carmen sighed as the rain pummeled the ground outside the house. She stared out the kitchen window and wondered if it were raining where the men were. There hadn’t been a cloud in the sky when she had come outside. She had worked out in the garden all morning, making sure to keep a watch for animals. Then, after lunch, when she went back out, the wind had blown in deep, dark clouds and a stinging rain that made her hiss when it pelted down on her skin. She had run for the house and made it inside before the bottom had fallen out of the sky.

Her garden vegetables had broken the ground in spots now. She was excited to see them, but worried about keeping the grass under control. They hadn’t been able to develop any sort of weed killer that worked with this grass. It was the greenest of green she had ever seen. The color made it easy to determine grass from the garden plants.

She turned away from the window and concentrated on what to fix for dinner that night. The men would be back at dark. They would work as long as there was light. She made her choices and added one of the yellow, squash-like plants, posh, to the menu. It tasted something like a nut, and was crunchy.

This required a trip down to the cellar. She turned on the light and thought she heard something. Listening for several seconds didn’t produce another sound, so she climbed down the steps and gathered up what she needed. When she stepped on the first step, something ran between her legs, causing her to lose her balance and fall against the steps.

Carmen screamed and slid down to the floor. Her shin and shoulder were on fire. Gasping for breath, she tried to calm her racing heart. What was down there with her? She swallowed around the knot suddenly lodged in her throat and concentrated on standing up again. Her left shin had a large bruise and scrape down it from the step. Her left shoulder hurt, but wasn’t as bad as she had feared. She could move it, and was able to pick up her vegetables before slowly climbing the steps to the kitchen. She closed the pantry door after shutting the cellar door.

She had no idea what had been down there with her, but she would make sure the guys checked it out when they got home. She needed to be able to go to the cellar without fear that something would get her. She grimaced when she looked at her leg. There was no way to hide that from them. She would have to tell them all about it.

After cleaning up the scrape and resting her leg and shoulder for a few minutes, Carmen got right back to work preparing the meal. Once it was all ready to reheat, she headed for the stairs, intent on taking a bath and soaking her sore body. She could already feel the stiffness working its way into her shoulders from working in the garden and then her fall.

Warm water and scented bath salts helped her relax once she slipped into the tub. She hummed her contentment and closed her eyes as she lay back against the towel she had placed there for her head. She had about thirty minutes before the men got home. She would just rest her eyes for a few minutes.

The next thing she knew, the men were leaning over her demanding to know what was wrong. Her eyes flew open and she nearly screamed in fright.

“What the hell happened to you, Carmen?” Brad demanded, lifting her out of the tub.

“What? Nothing. I don’t understand.” She was woozy from sleeping.

“Calm down, Brad. She’s still asleep.” Kirk wrapped a towel around her and began to pat her dry.

“Your leg is scraped raw and your shoulder has a hell of a bruise on it. What happened?” Brad asked again.

“I was in the cellar getting vegetables for dinner tonight and something ran between my legs as I started up the steps. I slipped and fell against them. I’m okay, but I want you to see what’s down there and get rid of it.”

“Aw, hell, baby. You could have been killed falling down the steps like that.” Kirk picked her up and carried her to the bed in the other room.

“I’m all right, Brad,” she said over Kirk’s shoulder.

“You’re lucky, baby.” Brad knelt on the floor by the bed and looked over her leg.

“I have dinner ready to reheat as soon as you two let me up to dress.” She smiled at them.

“Can you even put weight on your leg, Carmen?” Brad asked.

Carmen stood up using their shoulders for support and walked around the room to show them. She did have a slight limp, but it wasn’t a bad one. Her shoulder was still pretty sore, though. She hadn’t even looked in the mirror to see what it looked like. She walked over to the dresser and stared at the dark bruise on her shoulder.

“Looks like it hurts.” Kirk pulled her back into his arms. “Are you sure you feel up to dinner?”

“Yes. I’m really fine, Kirk. I’m actually more stove-up from pulling weeds in the garden than from the fall.”

“Looks like you got that same rain we had out at the jobsite.” Brad ran a hand carefully over her shoulder.

Carmen rolled her eyes and began pulling out underwear to put on. By the time she was dressed, the men seemed to have calmed down some. She left them to shower and change clothes while she warmed up dinner.

The two men discussed when to check out the cellar as they walked into the kitchen twenty minutes later.

“Wait till after dinner, guys. It’s just about ready.” Carmen replaced the lid on the pot she had been stirring.

“Baby, do you remember anything about what it looked like?”

“It was as big as a small cat, but all I really remember is that it was a brown blur going between my feet.”

“Did it touch you anywhere?” Kirk asked.

“I think its fur touched my shoes, but that’s all. Why?” She frowned at him.

“One of the things they have found here secretes some sort of acid from its mouth. I just want to be sure you didn’t get any on you or your clothes.”

“You’re kidding me! I don’t remember reading that.” Carmen shivered.

“It was in the booklet. You probably just read over the main parts.” Brad sighed.

Carmen quickly glanced at Brad, unsure if he was angry with her or not. He didn’t look angry, just a little worried. She swallowed and announced that dinner was ready.

After they had eaten and helped her put the kitchen to rights, Brad insisted that she go in the living room and recline on the couch while they went down to check out the cellar. She hated leaving them but was glad to actually lie down. Her shoulder was bothering her some.

The men disappeared from the room with guns. She prayed they wouldn’t get hurt. The entire time they were down there, Carmen kept expecting to hear the report of a gun, but she didn’t. Instead, about twenty minutes later, the men walked back into the room and leaned the guns by the fireplace.

“Did you find it?” she asked, sitting up.

Brad pulled her into his lap as he sat down on the couch. Kirk sat next to him, bringing her feet into his lap. Kirk rubbed her feet while Brad ran a hand up and down her right arm.

“We didn’t find anything, but we did find evidence that something has been down there. I think we might have found how he got in, and will work on plugging that up in the morning first thing,” Brad told her. “I’m sorry you got hurt, baby.”

“It’s not your fault. Things happen sometimes. I’m just glad it didn’t bite me.” She shivered again.

“I am, too.” Kirk squeezed one of her feet then massaged it. “How about a head-to-toe massage?”

“Umm, that sounds wonderful. Aren’t you too tired for that, though?” she asked.

“We’re never too tired to make you feel good, Carmen.” Brad gathered her in his arms and stood up. Then he carried her upstairs to the bed.

They helped her undress then settle on the bed with the sheets turned down. She watched mesmerized at they undressed in front of her. Again, they didn’t have on underwear. It brought a smile to her lips.
Less laundry for me to have to deal with.

“What are you grinning about, baby?” Kirk asked as he climbed up on the bed.

“You don’t wear underwear. You have some, because I put it up when we moved in.”

“Don’t see the need for it. Just something else to have to deal with.” Brad grinned at her.

They each took a side and gently manipulated her skin and muscles from her neck all the way down to her toes. They were extra careful with her sore shoulder and shin. By the time they had finished, Carmen was a limp noodle waiting to be tucked into bed. She nearly jumped out of the bed when Brad sank between her legs and began licking her pussy lips.

“Don’t worry, baby. We don’t plan to fuck tonight. We just want to be sure you sleep well.” Kirk licked a long line from her chin to her neck and down to her wounded shoulder. He softly kissed it then leaned over to suck a rounded nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

Carmen groaned. They were already pushing her upward into that needy space where a climax would set her off into the clouds. Her nipples tightened and grew hard as little pebbles. With Kirk sucking and nipping at them, she couldn’t settle down to just feel. Between Kirk at her breasts and Brad’s tongue lapping at her pussy, Carmen was slowly going insane with pleasure.

Brad began nipping at her pussy lips as he slid a single finger deep into her cunt and pumped a few times. Then he added another finger and thrust them in and out of her wet hole, making squishy sounds as her juices coated his fingers, mouth, and tongue. He hummed his approval as she leaked even more.

The more Brad sucked and licked at her pussy, the hotter she became. She thrashed her head back and forth while both men pleasured her. Kirk was sucking and pinching and eating at her breasts as if he couldn’t get enough of them. Brad had two fingers fucking her hot cunt. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his fingers found her hot spot and began massaging it while he licked around her clit.

As much as she wanted to fuck them both, she knew her leg and shoulder wouldn’t feel up to it tonight. She would make it up to them tomorrow night. Then all thought processes got put on hold as Brad sucked in her clit between his teeth and pressed hard on her G-spot. Kirk twisted her nipple with one hand and shoved the other nipple deep into his mouth.

Carmen exploded around them. Her climax rolled through her, sending sparks in all directions. She gasped, trying to hold on to something, anything, to ground herself. The rush of pleasure had her bucking beneath them. Brad chuckled and lapped at her flowing honey as Kirk moved up to kiss her. She grabbed hold of his head in an effort to hold him to her.

Pleasure suffused her body as the two men slowly brought her down with quiet words and soft touches. They stroked her body from top to bottom and whispered how beautiful she was, how much they loved seeing her come.

Carmen couldn’t help but respond to their gentle touches and endearing words. She hummed in approval as they wrapped around her. Brad reached down and pulled the covers up over them. She wiggled between them and got comfortable before drifting into sleep.

Chapter Eight

Carmen was up and dressed before they roused the next morning. She quickly set up the coffee and started breakfast. She was sure they would be hungry. Her shoulder was a bit stiff, but she managed to work most of it out by cooking. Her shin, on the other hand, was still very touchy. She supposed it would stay that way for a few more days.

She heard the tread of feet on the stairs and smiled. It sounded like Brad. He was a steady walker, where Kirk always had a rhythm to his feet as if he could dance his way to where he was going. She loved knowing that difference between them since it was such a small one. They were each as different as night and day.

“Morning, baby. How did you sleep?” He kissed her then went in search of coffee.