Two Men for Piper [The Men of Space Station One #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Everything was ready for dinner once the roast got ready. She set a timer to make sure she didn’t forget about it and walked into the living room where the men had left the little booklet.

The first thing she realized was that she really hadn’t paid enough attention to the information in it. There were some hints on how to cook some of the native plants that they hadn’t been taught on the ship—shuttle. Currick had to be cooked a little longer than she thought. Posh cooked better on a lower temperature, and stone berries required more sweetener than recommended by her teachers.

Then she focused on the animals on the planet and realized just how lucky she had been. The doglike creature was a called a dorrie and had two rows of sharp teeth along with saliva that would burn like acid. It didn’t appear to be afraid of man. They were loners and didn’t appear to run in packs, which was a good thing.

There was a ratlike creature called a muskie that was as big as a cat. It also had acid saliva and was more often found in the cellars. They could squeeze through most any hole despite being so large. They were pack-like creatures.

She read through the other animals before putting the book down. The pictures showing the animals were a bit blurry but good enough to make identifying them fairly easy.

The bell on the timer rang, indicating it was time to pull the roast out of the oven. She would change the oven over to warm and put it back in once the temperature had dropped inside. The vegetables were essentially done. She turned the stove off and fixed the rolls she’d left to rise. They would go in once the men had returned and were washing up.

She looked at the clock on the stove and figured there was about two hours of sun left with the extra hour they had on the planet. She was going to have a difficult time remembering that and getting used to it. The funky-looking clocks she had noticed around the house amused her. The clock on the stove wasn’t made for the planet’s quirky hours.

She passed the time studying the book she had on gardens and made notes as to what plants she would plant next to each other. She had just closed the book when she heard the men stomping off their feet at the back door. She smiled. They had remembered.

Hurrying into the kitchen she greeted them with a smile. They were grimy and obviously tired.

“Wash up in the laundry room while I put the bread in the oven.”

“Do you mind if we take a shower before dinner? We’re really nasty. I don’t want to eat like this.”

“Of course not. I’ll hold off putting the rolls in for another few minutes. Go ahead. You’re right. You’ll feel better being clean.”

They filed out of the kitchen heading for the stairs. She heard their boots clomping up as they walked upstairs. She set the table and began warming up everything. After taking the roast out of the oven, she poured up iced tea and finally put the rolls in to cook.

Twenty minutes later, the men arrived looking much better and little less worn out. The showers had indeed revived them. She should have thought of that. She frowned.

“What’s the frown for, baby?” Tripp wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“Nothing really. Just thinking. The rolls should be ready in another five minutes. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll pass everything around. I cooked the currick in with the roast and potatoes. It’s really a meat substitute, but it tastes a little like small potatoes.”

“I guess we have to get used to some of the natural food.” Keith didn’t sound very enthusiastic.

She suppressed a smile. She’d already tasted them, and they tasted pretty good to her. She hoped they would like them. It would be a staple since they had to use the meat they were producing on the ranch sparingly. There were plans to enlarge the herd once they had enough men to work the spread.

They sat down to eat. Once the rolls were ready, the meal progressed quickly. The men were hungry and had seconds. She was glad she’d cooked so much. She really wasn’t sure how much they would eat after working. Now she knew.

“We managed to get half the poles set today. We’ll do the other half tomorrow and then work on the garden while the concrete cures.” Tripp leaned back in his chair.

“I’ll help with the garden. You’ll be out there with me, so I ought to be able to help.”

The men looked at each other warily. It was obvious to her that they hadn’t planned on her being outside. Well, she planned on being out there helping. She wanted to help plant. She’d stay inside while they plowed, but come planting time, she was going to help.

She lifted her chin a little and stared back at each of them. Tripp’s jaw worked as if he were trying to control his temper. She certainly hoped he would be able to. She didn’t want to fight.

“We’ll see.”

Keith merely shook his head and got up from the table. “I’m going to climb into that recliner. I’m bushed.”

“I’m right behind you.” Tripp still looked upset.

Piper sighed. She’d stirred something up and really hadn’t meant to. Damn her stubborn streak. She really needed to work on that. Should she apologize for pushing him? She wasn’t backing down on helping. Maybe saying she was sorry would ease things if she did.

She cleaned the kitchen and stood at the door wringing her hands. This was not something she did very often, but maintaining peace in their marriage was something that needed to be done. With another deep breath, she walked into the living room. When she did, the men grew quiet. She could tell they had been having words, and it was all her fault.

“Um, I’m sorry for snapping at you. I can be stubborn, and you backed me in a corner. I came out fighting, and that’s no way to act.”

Tripp ran a hand over his face then motioned for her to come over. She looked at Keith before walking over. Nothing on his face indicated what he was thinking. She stopped just short of Tripp’s chair. He held out his hand. Hesitating, she finally took it and let him pull her up on his lap.

“Piper, I only want what’s best for you. I don’t think being outside without the fence up is safe. You’ve already seen one of the creatures plus that one that rammed us when we were driving over. Can you understand how worried I am? Then we have to go off and leave you while we’re working. It’s already going to be hard to not worry while we’re working.”

“I guess I can understand that, Tripp.” She licked her lips. “Will you at least let me plant the garden while you all watch for me? Please?”

He sighed. “We’ll see. If we don’t see any more creatures around, we’ll see about it.”

“Thanks.” She started to get down, but he pulled her closer and kissed her.

He licked her lips until she opened for him. Then he dove in and pumped his tongue in and out of her mouth. She responded, desperately mimicking him. She wanted them. She hoped he knew that.

When he pulled back, she was panting. He wasn’t in much better shape.

“You two really need to get a room,” Keith said with a chuckle.

“Maybe we will,” Tripp answered.

He righted the chair and stood up with her in his arms. Then he headed toward the stairs.

“I’m too heavy for you to carry, Tripp. Put me down and let me walk.”

“You’re not heavy, baby. Just hold on and be still, so I don’t drop you.”

Piper held on tight and kept her head buried against his chest. When he made it to the landing, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“You really don’t have much confidence in me, do you, Piper?”

“Sorry, I’m not used to anyone carrying me. I’m not exactly a small woman.”

“You’re just right, baby.”

He let go of her legs so that she slid down his body. She couldn’t help but notice how hard his cock was pressed against her body. She shuddered thinking about it buried inside of her. She couldn’t wait. She knew he would see to her needs, and that meant so much to her. Most men didn’t bother making sure a woman came or not. Tripp and Keith were different, and she needed to remember that when she got upset with them.

She pushed his shirt up on his chest and licked him from nipple to nipple. She couldn’t wait to get him naked. He set her blood on fire. Now if only she could make him burn with her.

Tripp shuddered when Piper licked his nipples. He reached around and pulled his shirt over his head to give her full access to his body. She circled each of them with her tongue and then lightly nipped them. It felt so fucking good.

Then she spread kisses down his abdomen to the waistband of his jeans. They hung low on his hips, and she took full advantage of it by licking along his pelvis. He hissed out a breath. When she began unfastening his jeans, he wanted to help her and speed things up, but he didn’t want to interfere with her loving.

Once she had them undone, she pulled his straining cock out and stroked it with both hands. He was torn between stopping her there so that he didn’t come too soon and letting her have her way with him. Her mouth was amazing. Getting a blow job from her nearly outweighed fucking her. But he wanted to feel her come around him. He wanted to feel her squeezing the cum from his cock.

She surprised him by taking him into her mouth and sucking her way down his dick. He groaned and dug his fingers into her scalp as she came up, her cheeks hollowing as she did. He groaned and pulled her off of him using her hair.

“Fuck, baby. I want that so much, but I want inside of you more. Strip for me.”

She stood up and slowly peeled off her shirt, dropping it to the floor. She ran her fingers around the waistband of her jeans before unfastening them one button at a time. Piper was teasing him almost beyond endurance. He ached to finish tearing her clothes from her but held off, waiting for her to make the next move.

Her jeans were tight, and she had to peel them off like peeling shrimp. She stepped out of her shoes and then the jeans. Then she turned around and shimmed out of her panties, baring her ass to him. He clenched his hands by his side. The urge to squeeze her ass cheeks almost overwhelmed him. Instead, he waited for her to continue.

Piper unhooked her front-closure bra but didn’t pull it off immediately. Instead, she peeled one cup off at a time, giving him glimpses of her pert nipples before covering them with her hands. Her bra hung from her shoulders. He seriously thought about binding her with it but wanted to let her finish. She cupped her breasts in her hands as if presenting them to him then pulled on her nipples while her teeth worried her bottom lip. He almost came right then and there.

“Ah, hell, Piper, you’re killing me.”

She dropped her shoulders and pressed her arms behind her back, pushing her chest out even more as she let the bra slide down her arms to the floor.

“Where do you want me, Tripp?” Her voice came out in a soft purr.

His cock reacted with a jump. He peeled off his jeans, thankful that he wasn’t wearing his boots.

“Climb on the bed, baby. I want you to spread your legs for me and show me how you like to play with yourself.”

He watched her climb up on the bed, her ass swaying in front of him. He licked his lips. He couldn’t wait to get into that ass, but that was for another time. She rolled over and spread her legs wide for him. Then she ran a hand down the middle of her abdomen, over her trimmed mound, and down between her pussy lips.

He watched, totally mesmerized by the show going on before him. Her eyes closed briefly as she circled her clit. Then she opened them again and stared into his as she stroked two fingers in and out of her wet cunt. And she was wet. God, he could see her juices glistening against her skin. He couldn’t believe how sexy she looked lying there pleasuring herself while he watched.

“That’s it, baby. Show me what you like.”

She licked her lips and then bit the lower one as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her other hand worked her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples in what he knew was a punishing grip.

Piper began to circle her clit again with one finger. She was pumping her hips now as her breathing became raspier. Expert fingers pinched her clit as she twisted her nipple, and she came off the bed, arching her back. A wordless scream signaled her orgasm, ripping the breath from her lungs.

Tripp realized he was stroking his cock as she had come undone for him. He released it and willed himself under control again. He didn’t want to come before he’d even sunk his cock deep in her cunt. He climbed on the bed and stroked her body as she came down.

“That was beautiful, baby. You’re gorgeous when you come like that. I could watch you a thousand times and never get enough of it.”

She sighed and smiled, a drugged expression on her face. He leaned down and dragged his tongue through her juices. He lapped at them, taking advantage of her just coming to indulge his new obsession with the taste of her.

When he’d had enough, Tripp lifted her hips off the bed and plunged his dick deep inside of her. She hissed out a breath. He fought his way inside of her. Her cunt was swollen from having just come. He was already so close that he wasn’t sure he would last more than two strokes. When he pulled back and thrust back in, she attempted to help him.

“Easy, baby. I don’t want to come too soon. Let me pace myself.”

“Please, Tripp, I need you.”

He pumped his cock in and out of her tight cunt, grunting with each stroke. He took it slow and went deep, bumping her cervix with every few shoves. Nothing felt this good. He was in heaven and hoped to return there again and again.

A tingling began in his spine and spread through his balls, tightening them to a painful need. He groaned as they drew up. He reached between them and found her clit. When he pressed it several times, she screamed his name and bucked around him. It was all he needed to detonate. His balls shot cum up his cock deep inside her cunt. He rocked inside her as his ass tightened with his release.

He held on to her knees while he tried to steady himself, but he was breathing too damn hard to manage it. Instead, he withdrew from her hot pussy and collapsed next to her on the bed. He reached across and took her hand in his.

“That was fucking intense. God, you do me in.”