Monroe, Marla - The Hired Hands' Dilemma [The Men of Space Station One #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

BOOK: Monroe, Marla - The Hired Hands' Dilemma [The Men of Space Station One #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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“I want to get dressed and go downstairs,” she complained.

“I ought to make you stay in bed all morning for pulling that stunt,” he said with a frown.

“Please. I’m bored up here alone.”

“Boyd and I are going to work on putting up the fence today. You’re going to be inside alone anyway. We’ll check on you periodically. Are you going to be okay?” he asked, his face softening some.

“I’ll be fine on the couch. You plugged up the hole, right?” she asked.

“Yes. I double-checked all around the cellar, too,” he assured her.

“Then I’ll be fine by myself. I can read and draw.”

“Okay, hold on and let me get you something to put on.”

Keeton dug through the drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. When he brought them over, she frowned.

“What?”

“Where’s my underwear?”

“You don’t need any to just sit on the couch.”

Ashley sighed and rolled her eyes at him. “Just because you don’t wear any doesn’t mean the rest of us feel okay without them.”

He gave her an evil grin. “Do without it today, for me.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and bit her lower lip. “Okay. What’s in it for me?”

“Maybe I’ll let you play with my cock tonight,” he said, lifting his eyebrows.

“Really. Like I couldn’t reach over and grab it in the middle of the night.”

“You do that and you might find yourself on the wrong end of a spanking, baby.”

“Promises, promises,” she purred.

“I swear. I’m taking that fucking book away from you.” Keeton jerked the T-shirt over her head, but was easier on pulling her jeans over her leg. “Is that too tight on your leg?”

“No, it’s fine.” She held her arms up for him to pick her up.

“You’re getting entirely too comfortable being carried around. Don’t think I’m going to carry your highness around from now on.”

He carried her downstairs and sat her on the couch.

“Where’s Boyd?” she asked.

“Fixing breakfast. I’ll bring you some in a little bit. We’ve already eaten and been out looking at the fencing.”

“Thanks, Keeton. Can I have my books and my drawing pad? Please?” she asked.

He rubbed the top of her head and walked into the kitchen to retrieve her things. When he returned, he also had a glass of reconstituted milk. He sat the books on the edge of the couch and the glass on a coaster on the end table.

Ashley thumbed through the books and frowned. “Where’s my sex book?”

“I decided that it’s too mature for you,” he said with a grin.

“Boyd! Bring me my sex book, please.” She grinned at him.

Boyd called back. “Be there in a minute.”

When he showed up, he had her book and a plate full of scrambled eggs and toast. He sat the book on the couch and she immediately grabbed it before Keeton could. She stuffed it behind her back and then took her plate of food.

“Thanks, Boyd.”

Boyd grinned and winked at her before kissing her on the head. “I’ve turned the stove off. We’ll be back in to check on you every hour.”

“I’ll be fine.”

They each kissed her then left her on the couch while they went out to work on building the fence around the yard and garden. Ashley spent her time reading up on gardening and making notes of what she needed to do as soon as she could get up and move around again. Then she reviewed her notes in the ménage book. She was still trying to get her head around the anal sex aspect of a ménage experience. It wasn’t that she was scared, really, just uncomfortable with the idea. The book made it sound like it was no big deal.

When Keeton had talked about it, she’d gotten turned on. Reading about it sounded so clinical. Then reading about oral sex had sounded the same way, when the experience she’d had last night had been anything but clinical. It had been very personal, and she hadn’t even really done anything yet.

At some point when she had been reading about oral sex, Boyd came in to check on her. She had waved him off. She was fine. He took one look at the book and grinned at her. Then he left her alone again. She knew her face had turned all shades of red by the heat in her cheeks.

When she read about the different types and positions in the book, she realized she was wet between her legs. God, if anyone saw her, they would think she’d wet her pants. She wondered how long it had been since Boyd had come in. Did she have time to run upstairs and change before one of them came back? She had just about made up her mind to try when Keeton walked in.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Doing great. I’m reading up on the garden.” She picked up a book and waved it.

“So you haven’t been reading any more of the sex book?” he asked as he squatted beside the couch.

“Um, no.” She lied in a high-pitched voice.

“Then why are you wet, Ashley? Thinking about me and what I want to do to you?” He pulled the book off her lap and scraped his nails over her crotch where it was wet.

The sensation of his nails there went straight to her clit. She moaned.

“Fuck. You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you?”

“Oh, God. I need.” She didn’t know what she needed right then, but more of that scratching was a good start.

She reached to grab his hand and pull it back down to her pussy. Keeton let her do it. She held it there and closed her legs around his fist. He pushed it into her and let her rub herself on him. She groaned and squeezed, but it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck, pull off these jeans.” He helped her pull them off one leg. “See why not wearing underwear is a good thing?” He chuckled when she frowned.

He unfastened his jeans and his cock sprang out hard and heavy. He lowered them to his knees and lifted her right leg over his arm so that he could kneel with one leg on the couch. He pulled her down toward him and centered his cock at her wet pussy. He pushed forward and groaned when he only made it a little way inside of her.

“You’re soaking wet, and still you’re so fucking tight I can’t get inside you.”

He pulled out and pushed forward again, gaining a little ground. Ashley shook her head from side to side. She needed him inside of her, and he was going too slowly. She tried to help him by lifting her hips to meet his forward thrust. He went deeper this time and she moaned. Finally, she felt some fullness. The sting from him stretching her wasn’t as bad as the first time. When he pulled out and thrust again, she nearly screamed as he hit her cervix.

He stopped and leaned forward to kiss her. He dropped his head to hers.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“I’m okay. It burns, but if you move, it doesn’t anymore.”

“Then I’ll move.” He pulled out and pushed back in.

“Yes, like that.” She lifted her pelvis in time to his thrusts and the extra effort soon had her burning inside. The burn grew and soon involved her clit and nipples.

Keeton tunneled inside of her over and over, grunting as he bumped her cervix with each thrust. She could feel her release just out of reach. She reached down and pressed on her clit over and over like Keeton had showed her and caught her breath in her throat when she suddenly flew apart. She held her finger to her clit while she shivered from head to toe through her orgasm.

When she squeezed her cunt muscles around Keeton, he exploded inside her. She felt the warm splash of his cum inside her pussy. He held still deep within her for several long seconds. Then he slowly pulled out.

“Dammit, Keeton. She’s probably sore and you’ve just fucked the hell out of her.” Boyd walked in with a furious expression. He ran a hand through his hair. “I knew you were taking too long to just check on her.”

“Boyd, I’m fine. I asked for it. I was reading my book and got, um, horny, and needed something. Don’t be mad at Keeton.”

Keeton had pulled his jeans up and zipped up. “Don’t try and explain anything, Ashley. This is between Boyd and me.”

“I won’t have you fighting over me!” she yelled. “Boyd, I asked him to fuck me. Get over it.”

“Baby, it isn’t that he shouldn’t have fucked you, but he shouldn’t have been so rough with you. You’re not used to that yet.”

“He wasn’t rough with me. It felt good. I climaxed, didn’t I?” She sighed. “Don’t you two dare fight about this, or neither one of you will fuck me for a month.”

“Dammit, Boyd. You’ve made her mad.” He helped her pull up her jeans and fasten them.

“Fine. I’m going back outside to work on the fucking fence.” He threw up his hands and walked off.

“He’s just jealous because he wanted you, but was too much of a gentleman to push you,” Keeton told her. “In case you didn’t know. I’m not a gentleman.” He grinned at her and left the room.

She heard them talking as they walked outside and closed the kitchen door behind them. She prayed they didn’t fight about it now that they were out of her presence. It would hurt her to know she was the cause of them fighting.

She couldn’t help but compare their style. Boyd was careful and easy with her, where Keeton took what he wanted even though he made sure she climaxed, too. He was rougher around the edges and exciting to her. She could never choose between them now that she had gotten to know them. Thank God she didn’t have to.

Chapter Ten

After lunch, Ashley ended up taking a nap on the couch. She was awakened by a knock on the kitchen door. Where were the men? If she got up and answered the door, Keeton would probably make good on his promise and spank her. Not that they scared her. Then the door opened and a female voice called out.

“Hello? Ashley? It’s Rachel from across the field. Your men said I could come in.”

“Come on in the living room. I’m on the couch.” Ashley tried to straighten up her clothes and quickly hid the sex book behind her back once again.

The other woman walked into the living room. She introduced herself and asked if Ashley needed anything to drink or eat while she was there.

“No, thanks. I’m fine right now. Have a seat. Surely you didn’t come over here by yourself with those creatures out there.” Ashley shivered at the thought of them.

“No, Danny and Andrew are with me. They came over to help with the fence since they have ours finished now.”

“That’s really nice of them.”

“How is your leg?” Rachel asked.

“It’s much better than it was. I wish they would let me walk around some. It’s hard to stay on the couch all day.”

“I’m sure it is. I had to stay in the bed for a few days and it was hell on me. I had things I needed to be doing,” Rachel agreed.

“Yeah, the garden needs to be planted. I hope the men will let me up tomorrow.”

“You’re okay with your garden. I just planted mine yesterday. Don’t worry about it yet.” Rachel patted her hand.

“How did you meet your men?” Ashley asked.

“Believe it or not, I met them at a dance, but they kidnapped me and brought me to their ranch.”

“Were you upset?”

“A little at first, but I had already decided that they were the men for me, so mostly I was aggravated that they took my choice from me,” Rachel said.

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