Two Men for Piper [The Men of Space Station One #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

“I want to stay down here on the couch for a while. I’m tired of being in bed.”

Keith and Tripp exchanged looks. Tripp shrugged and nodded. Keith sighed and led her over to the couch. She gingerly sat down and leaned back against the back of the couch. It wasn’t too bad. She would probably be more comfortable in the bed, but she was tired of that.

“I’ll go get a pillow and blanket for you, baby.” Tripp hurried toward the stairs.

He returned seconds later with his bounty. She leaned up while he settled the pillow behind her and covered her with the throw. She was much more comfortable than before. Keith sat down at the other end of the couch and pulled her shoes off so that he could massage her feet.

“I’m going to go see about starting dinner. It will be time to eat soon. Do you have any preference, baby?”

“Not really. I’m not all that hungry. I just had lunch.”

“That was over three hours ago, baby.” Tripp sighed and headed toward the kitchen.

“You’re going to have to eat some whether you are hungry or not or Tripp will take you back to the doctor.”

“I heard that, Keith. Don’t make me out to be the bad guy here.” Tripp’s voice boomed into the living room.

Piper couldn’t help but grin. She knew that Keith was telling the truth. If she didn’t eat enough to please them, they would both take her back to the city. She would eat if only to keep from being deported again. She hated that place.

“Don’t let him catch you grinning, baby,” Keith whispered.

“It’s so good to be home. I missed it so much. When can I see the garden?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Not today. You need to rest up from the trip, and it’s going to be dark soon.”

“Not for at least another hour or so.”

“We’ll show you tomorrow, baby, after we’ve had time to check the fence.”

She sobered at that. “Okay. I’ll see it tomorrow.”

Keith looked at her speculatively. He would have guessed that the reminder of her incident had bothered her. She didn’t like to remember it. She’d had nightmares several times lately about it.

“I’m going to go see if Tripp needs help. I’ll be right back.” Keith stood up after settling her feet back on the couch.

Piper moved around on the couch trying to get in a more comfortable position. It hurt to pull on her shoulder or her chest. It didn’t matter which way she moved, something hurt. She wanted to scream in frustration, but that would upset Tripp and Keith. They would put her upstairs away from everything. At least on the couch she would be there when they came back and sat down.

“How are you doing, baby?” Tripp walked into the room with Keith right behind him.

“I’m okay. What’s for dinner?”

“Soup and sandwiches. I have the soup on low. It’s one of those bags you froze.”

“Okay. That sounds good.” She grimaced. It really didn’t.

“You’re sure? I can try something different if you’ll tell me what to fix.”

“It will be fine, Tripp. Why don’t you come sit in here and tell me what has been going on? Did I lose a lot of vegetables?”

“I really don’t know for sure, baby. We mostly just pulled grass to keep it from taking over.” Keith looked sheepish.

“I pulled a few things that looked ready to me, but I didn’t know what was ready and what wasn’t.” Tripp didn’t look any better.

She rolled her eyes. There might not be anything for her to harvest when she got back out there. That thought led to another one. What would they do for the winter? They would need more supplies from the city. They’d make her go back and see that crazy doctor again, too.

“You’re a little pale, baby. Do you need to go lie down for a while?” Tripp knelt next to her and held her face in his hand.

“I’m fine. Just worried about the garden. We have to have it to live, Tripp.”

“It will be okay, baby. If we need to get more supplies from the city, we will.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I’m going to check on the soup.” Tripp stood back up after dropping a quick kiss on her nose.

They finished dinner around seven, and Piper was exhausted. She didn’t even complain when they wanted to put her to bed. She just let them guide her up the stairs. Tripp and Keith both followed her up then helped her undress and slide into bed. They kissed her good-night and promised to be up in a little while.

Piper lay awake for a good while thinking about the garden and how she would be able to work in it without being scared. If the guys checked the fence every day, and she wasn’t listening to music, she should be fine.

Then she thought about the men and how they’d been so good to her all through this despite it having been partially her fault. She shouldn’t have been listening to her music outside. She was supposed to have been paying attention to everything around her. Instead, she had let down her guard and gotten attacked.

Now she not only had scars and the strange colors on her skin, but she had nightmares to live with as well. They were hard to wake up from. The last one, she had hit Tripp in the nose and busted it. She hadn’t meant to hit him. She hadn’t known he was there. He was the dorrie in her dream.

She worried that she would really hurt one of them in her sleep now that they were back at home. Maybe she had pressed to come home too soon. Maybe she hadn’t really been ready at all. She ran her hand over the bumpy skin on her shoulder and frowned. Then she touched the small scar on her chest.

Finally, she began to relax, thinking more about the garden instead of the creature that had attacked her. She wanted to sleep on good thoughts. She thought about how much she loved her men and fell asleep.

* * * *

The week passed by before she knew it, and the guys were scheduled to go back to work that next Monday. Piper wasn’t comfortable going outside by herself, but would never tell the guys that. They checked the fences every morning when they got up. She couldn’t help but be frightened after her ordeal.

“What are you doing, baby?” Keith walked up behind her staring out the window toward the garden and hugged her.

“Just getting ready to go outside and check the garden.”

“Do you want me to go outside with you?”

“No. We discussed this, Keith. You’re not going to be here next week, and I’ll have to see about the garden then.”

“I know, but if you don’t have to yet, why put yourself through the anxiety?”

“Because I need to get past it, Keith.” She pushed back from the window and eased out of his grasp. “I’ll be fine. I just have to do it.”

She opened the back door and stepped outside. She took another step and another one to reach the little shed that housed all of her tools. She opened the door half expecting something to jump out at her. When it didn’t, she grabbed her basket to gather the vegetables.

Twenty minutes later, she’d harvested everything that was ready and had two baskets to take inside. She looked all around her as she picked them up and slowly, almost casually, walked back to the house. She walked in the backdoor and set the two baskets on the counter. She drew in a deep breath. She hadn’t taken a good one since she’d been outside.

“You did really well, baby.” Tripp walked over and wrapped his arms around her.

“I did, didn’t I?” She hugged him back.

“Is this a private party or can anyone get in on it?” Keith walked into the room.

“I’m just celebrating that I did the gardening without wigging out. I got two baskets worth of vegetables, too.”

“That’s great, Piper. I’m proud of you.” Keith kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand.

“Does this mean we can play around some this afternoon?”

Both men froze.

“Please. I miss you guys. I want to play.” Piper knew she was begging, but she couldn’t help it.

“We’ll see, baby. We’re going out to see about the horses. We’ll be back in for lunch in an hour.”

“Okay.” She sighed and started separating everything from the baskets to put them up.

She would need to make another batch of tomatoes to put up tomorrow, and there was plenty of everything else to have for dinner that night. She had put up so much the last few days that she wasn’t too keen on doing it again that night. It would keep till the next day.

The guys made it back inside just before she called them up on the radio to come inside and eat. She listened to them talk while they ate. They discussed who would check the fences which day and then talked to her about what to do if she noticed anything out of the ordinary.

“I think I’ve got it figured out now, guys. I don’t run or turn my back on anything. I just slowly step backward until I can get inside in a matter of a few feet.”

“Whatever you do, don’t panic. Just move slow and steady,” Tripp repeated.

“Okay.”

She finished eating and took her plate to the sink to rinse and put it in the dishwasher. The men would do theirs for her as well. Piper walked out of the kitchen and found Keith at her side.

“Where are you going?”

“Am I under arrest or something?”

“No, why?” His face crumpled in confusion.

“Because you’re following me around as if I’m going to steal something.”

“I’m just making sure you know you don’t have to do anything else, baby. It’s all taken care of.”

“Thanks, but I’m going to take a bath. I’m itchy and sweaty.”

“I’ll run your water for you and help you get in the tub.”

“Really, Keith. I can do it myself. Why don’t you put the plates in the dishwasher, too?”

“Tripp has that covered.”

“And I have this covered. Go away, Keith. I want to be alone for a little while.”

He frowned but nodded and closed the door quietly behind him.

She could hear him on the stairs fussing with Tripp about her being left by herself. She half expected Tripp to storm up the stairs and force her to let him help her in the tub. Instead, they grew quiet, and she realized they’d gone on back downstairs. She grinned. She had it to herself. She turned on the water and let it sift through her fingers. She added a little more hot to it before waiting for the tub to fill.

Once it had reached a good level, Piper turned it off and carefully climbed in. She thoroughly enjoyed the warmth as it seeped into her muscles and soothed her itchy skin. After washing off, she leaned back and closed her eyes. She felt as if she could stay that way suspended in time for ever.

Her mind wandered to what she was going to do to get the men to make love to her again. They were so freaking careful with her that she was beginning to think they weren’t ever going to have sex again. The minute she started getting into a kiss, they backed off. It was time for them to let it go and accept that she was well now. Well and horny.

She sighed and stretched before climbing out of the tub. Once she had dried off, she padded into the bedroom and pulled out an oversized T-shirt of Tripp’s and pulled it on. Then she walked back downstairs to join them in the living room. All conversation stopped when she walked in. Both men were sitting in their recliners staring at her as she walked into the room.

“Hey, baby. Come on over here and sit with me.” Tripp held out his hand to her.

“Forget him. Come sit with me.” Keith grinned at her.

“Actually, I’m not sitting with either one of you two. I’m going to sit by myself on the couch tonight.”

“Come on, Piper. Come sit with us and let us hold you.”

“Not tonight, guys. I want something more than a few hugs.”

She lay back on the couch and ignored them as she slowly pulled up the T-shirt to reveal her already glistening pussy lips. She drew it higher until her pert nipples were exposed. She could hear their swift-inhaled breath as she licked her fingers and slowly circled her nipples with them, making them stand up even higher.

She slowly lowered one hand down her abdomen to her pelvis and then down into her curls to part her pussy lips with her fingers. She ran her fingers between and on either side of her pussy lips before dipping one finger deep inside her cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned at the decadent feel of her finger there.

A soft burn began to build inside her cunt as she stroked the one finger in and out. Her other hand continued playing with her nipple. First she pulled on it, and then she pinched it. Then she lowered her mouth and pushed at her breast until she was able to take her nipple into her mouth and suck on it.

“Would you fucking look at that?” Keith’s strained voice reached her as she gently bit the nipple before licking it once again.

“Hell, Piper. What are you doing?” Tripp’s voice wasn’t much better.

She didn’t answer them as she released her breast. With slow deliberated moves, Piper spread her legs, bending them at the knee so that she could reach her pussy with both hands. She separated her pussy lips then slowly ran two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She was still stiff from her injuries, so she couldn’t reach her hot spot. Still, she pumped them in and out of her cunt until the burn began to blossom into a growing fire.

“Aw, baby. We’ll take care of you.” Keith got out of his chair and knelt at her feet, running his hands up and down the inside of her thighs.

“You wouldn’t take care of me last night. I’ll take care of myself.”

Tripp jumped out of his chair and knelt by her head. “Baby, we didn’t want to hurt you. It hasn’t been that long, and you’re still healing.”

She pulled her fingers from her cunt and slowly slipped them into her mouth to suck on them.

“I think that if I can work in the garden, I can fuck, Tripp. Don’t you think so?” She slipped her hand back down toward her pussy, but Keith beat her to it and lapped at her pussy lips.

“Aw, hell, Piper. We’ll take care of you. Let us love you, baby.”

“Are you really going to? Or are you going to back off like you do when you kiss me? I can’t handle being teased like that anymore, Tripp.

Keith hummed against her pussy. It vibrated deep inside of her. She threw back her head and moaned.

“I think Keith is already way ahead of me. Let’s go upstairs where it will be more comfortable.” Tripp shoved Keith aside and picked her up. “Upstairs, Keith.”