Megan's Men (3 page)

She considered making a dramatic lunge for the cabin door, but where could she run? She was well and truly trapped. “I have to use the bathroom.”

“Right through there,” he replied, pointing to his left. “Come on, I’ll show you how everything works.”

A short time later, Megan stared at her reflection in the mirror. When she’d come out of the bathing stall, her carry-on case had been sitting inside the bathroom door. Good thing since the clothes she’d worn earlier were a rumpled mess. The white and silver floor-length dress she’d packed for meeting her new employer was a tad on the fancy side for her current circumstance, but her only other choice was a nightgown, and she definitely wasn’t going to traipse around in that.

Her thoughts and emotions were a jumbled mess. Garfor’s explanation of a soul bond was both far-fetched and incredibly romantic. “Maybe I was just good old-fashioned horny,” she mumbled, running the brush through her wavy hair. “There’s a whole lot of muscle-ly, exotic, male yumminess on this ship.” Deep down, Megan didn’t truly accept her own logical reason for what was going on; her actions had been too out of character.

“Hiding in here isn’t a viable option, they’ll probably notice.” She took a couple of calming breaths and walked back into the sleeping cabin.

Garfor was sitting in a chair, concentrating on the small computer tablet he held. He’d changed into a pair of black pants, and his hair was no longer braided. Instead, it was tied back in a loose ponytail. Megan’s heart skipped a beat when Garfor looked up and saw her. He stared at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.

“Do you own a shirt?” she asked, sitting down on the cot to put on her boots.

“One or two,” he answered with a wry smile. “The climate on Mesta varies from warm to scorching hot. We dress accordingly.” He boldly checked her out. “That gown you’re wearing, for example, would be extremely uncomfortable if you were on my planet. The fabric is too heavy, and the top too formfitting.” He stood and walked to her. “Though, I must say, you are absolutely stunning.” Garfor kissed the top of her head. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Then let’s get you something to eat.” He held out his hand, and Megan accepted it.

When they entered the galley, Megan was shocked to see Rork pulling a bowl out of what she assumed was either a heating unit or a replicator while Loban lounged in a chair with his heels resting on the edge of the small table in the center of the room.

“Who’s, um, driving?” she asked nervously.

“The computer, at the moment,” Loban answered, crossing his arms behind his head. “In a few hours, we’ll be—”

“Megan needs food,” Garfor announced.

She wondered why he cut off Loban so abruptly until the aroma of whatever was in Rork’s bowl had her stomach rumbling in a most unladylike manner. “Sorry,” she said, glancing down at the floor, over to the walls, up at the ceiling. “I haven’t eaten since, well, at least yesterday. I’m not sure how much time has passed since my meltdown at takeoff.”

“Come, sit.” Rork set the bowl and spoon on the table and pulled out the chair in front of it.

“I’ll get bread and cheese.” Loban hopped up.

“Oh, Rork, thank you, but I’m not going to take your meal.”

“I offered it, and yes you are.”

He kept hold of the back of the chair while staring at her. His tone and serious expression made it clear he expected no argument. Megan crossed the short distance and sat. Rork placed his hands on her shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze.

“It’s our privilege and our duty to take care of you, swaya.”

Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the spoon. Rork using the term of endearment sent a confusing mix of uneasiness and excitement through her. What were these men expecting? She was only going to be with them for a couple of days at the most.

“You’ll get used to him, Megan,” Loban commented as he set down a plate piled high with thick slices of dark bread and chunks of cheese. “He’s gruff at times. Actually, he can be annoyingly bossy, but he means well.” Loban lightly cupped the back of her head and smiled at her before moving to take his seat again.

She concentrated on tasting the thick soup, unsure of what she should say next. Although she couldn’t identify the individual vegetables or meat, it was delicious. Megan dunked a piece of bread into the thick broth. As she alternated taking spoonfuls and bites of bread, she was keenly aware of the way all three men watched her every move.

“This reminds me of a dish I make with beef, fall squash, potatoes and onions. I’m hoping to get a house on Somas Prime that sits on enough property so I can have a substantial garden area.”

“Hey, Rork, sounds to me as if Garfor and Megan didn’t do a lot of talking while they were in his cabin.” Loban lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

“I wouldn’t have either,” Rork said, winking at her.

Megan dropped her spoon, and the clatter seemed shockingly loud. “We most certainly did talk.” She was thrilled when Garfor nodded in the affirmative without commenting on anything else. “He told me about your bond, and how it’s your fate to share one woman, and that he believes I’m her. It’s a giant compliment that you guys would even give me a second glance, so thanks a lot, really, a lot.” She looked at each one of them before continuing. “But a big part of me thinks his story is a convenient way to get the Earth woman to do the group horizontal mambo until you drop her off on her new planet.”

Loban burst out laughing. “Damn, I bet it does sound suspect when you don’t know us or our ways.”

“So you’re not experiencing emotions and desires for us, which are out of the ordinary for you?” Rork asked.

“I’m under a great deal of stress right now,” she offered. He harrumphed, effectively calling bullshit on her feeble excuse. “Okay, maybe I am, but my future is on Somas Prime.” Megan was surprised by a sharp pang of regret. “You’ll be rid of me soon and off to parts unknown.”

“We aren’t headed to Somas, Megan,” Rork announced.

“What?”

“We’ll be arriving on Mesta shortly.”

She stood so quickly her chair toppled backward onto the floor, and she focused her full attention on Garfor. “You lied to me?” Hurt and anger had her trembling.

“Not exactly.”

Megan took some comfort in seeing his pained expression. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and waited.

“Your employer allowed your transport to be switched to a vessel that would have taken three weeks to arrive. Spend that time with us, swaya. We have a compound at the base of Mount Zefra, one of the most beautiful areas of our planet. There is a lake, fed by waterfalls from the snows melting off the mountain peaks. At this time of year, the foliage is in full bloom, and our two moons are huge and golden in the night sky.” Garfor moved to stand close.

“It sounds incredible,” she whispered.

“You said you enjoy gardening,” Loban mentioned as he walked around the table to stand on her other side. “Our compound is completely self-sustainable. There are fields of naturally growing fruits and vegetables and dozens of hydroponic units to produce the products that can’t tolerate the sandy soil and dry heat. We also have herds of animals to provide meat and milk.”

“I don’t understand. This is a military ship and you were way out of your neck-of-the-woods being on Earth. How do you maintain an operation like that while zooming around the galaxies?”

“We own the land, but the farming and care of livestock is a communal effort with all of the families in the district. Everyone reaps the rewards.” Rork walked toward her. “Certain regions of Mesta are rich in ores that are greatly sought after by many outworlders. A strong military, along with vigilance in negotiating treaties and brokering fair trades is essential. We represent the house of H’oug in such dealings.”

“Wow.”

Megan was duly impressed by the obviously important positions they held in their society, but it was their proximity that made it difficult to form a coherent sentence. Her heart raced, and lust scrambled her thoughts.

Rork grasped the back of her head and claimed her lips in a searing kiss. She grabbed onto his hips for support. Four other hands softly caressed along her shoulders, arms and back. When Rork ended the kiss, Megan was breathless and, once again, extremely horny. She rested her forehead against his shoulder.

“Let us show you our world, swaya,” Loban whispered, nuzzling the side of her neck.

“If Somas is still where you want to be afterward, we’ll take you there.” Garfor added, pressing himself along her back and stroking her hips.

“You guys so don’t play fair,” she said with a sigh.

Loban chuckled. “When we get home, Megan, you’re going to find out exactly how we like to play.”

Chapter Three

“Someone in this hover car owes me an apology,” Loban announced when he settled in the back seat next to Megan.

“Oh, fine,” Megan replied. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“What have I missed, now?” Rork asked as he engaged the engine and piloted the small craft out of the spaceport.

“Megan questioned the clothing I replicated for her.”

“I’m practically indecent.”

“You’re dressed in the same manner as the Slaterine women you just saw with your own eyes in the terminal.”

“But you are far more beautiful,” Garfor said.

Rork silently marveled at Garfor’s understatement. Beautiful didn’t come anywhere close to describing her. Having gotten off the ship first in order to handle customs paperwork and bring the car around, he hadn’t seen Megan in her new attire until moments ago. His dick was so hard it ached. The sleeveless, loose-fitting dress fell only a few inches below the curve of her ass. Her legs were long and shapely, and he was going out of his mind thinking about when they’d be wrapped around his hips. If he knew Loban, and he surely did, Megan was wearing only the tiniest of panties, if any.

Intense emotions assaulted him as he deftly navigated the rugged terrain of their homeland. His pride was beyond measure at how the Gods had honored them with such an exquisite swaya. They would take care of her, cherish and protect her.

If she allows it
. The words echoed in his mind for the hundredth time. Rork tightened his grip on the control stick. He’d never imagined that when they found their woman she wouldn’t immediately recognize them as her mates and embrace their life together. Garfor and Loban were the ones who excelled at diplomacy. His strength was in understanding when a situation required action instead of talking and in not being afraid to make that call. Megan would have to get by him if she wanted to leave.

Normally, the two-hour journey home was nothing more than a necessary chore.

“Oh, oh, look at that!” Megan squealed.

Rork briefly took his focus off their path, again, to check out whatever had caught her attention. She was pointing and practically bouncing on the seat. Megan’s exuberance was contagious, and he couldn’t help smiling. The massive rock formation, covered with spike-shaped, blue and purple harissa blooms was definitely remarkable. How had he missed its beauty on all their other trips back and forth in the past?

“The harissa plant is pretty to look at, but don’t ever touch it with bare hands. It secretes an enzyme that will have you itching for days.”

“How does it grow on the rock?” she asked, draping her arms over the back of the bench seat and leaning forward between him and Garfor.

Rork breathed in deeply, savoring the faint, floral scent she was wearing. “That type of rock is the only place the plant grows. They have a symbiotic relationship. At the roots of the harissa, deep in the rock, are deposits of an ore we use in the process to make fuel.”

“Can the ore be extracted without killing the plant?”

“If it’s done properly by highly trained and sanctioned miners. There are stiff financial penalties to those caught attempting to poach the ore. Is your vocation in the Natural Sciences, Megan?” Rork was anxious to learn every single thing about their woman.

Megan laughed, and the sound was music to his ears. “No, my training is in finance, but I love the outdoors and have quite the green thumb, if I do say so myself. I’ve always had a knack for growing things, nursing stray animals back to health, calming small children, stuff like that. My mom used to tell me I’m a nurturer by nature.”

“Garfor told us about the loss of your family.” Rork refused to acknowledge aloud the sorry excuse for a male who had deserted and mistreated her. “You’re not alone anymore. We are going to take care of you from now on.”

“Oh my God, seriously?” He felt Megan drop back down into her seat. “As I tried to explain to Garfor before we left Earth, I’m a grown woman. I make my own decisions and am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“Your current circumstance speaks to the opposite.”

“Right, stupid me; I didn’t figure out that the nice alien man who offered his help was really a lying kidnapper until it was too late. Lucky for me, he has two henchmen who want to get in on the action.”

“Why do you persist in denying the truth of things? It’s a waste of all of our time. You belong with us and will stay with us.”

“Rork, how about relaxing just a little bit? You’re killing the mood.”

Megan smiled at Loban as he draped his arm around her shoulder and scooted so they were touching from hip to knee.

These men were all so very different. Loban had been a riot when helping her pick out her clothes, joking and keeping up a constant stream of double entendre comments as they looked at the display screen. Garfor exuded strength and power without arrogance, and apparently, Rork was the take no crap, get right down to business member of the trio. A life with them sure wouldn’t be boring.
What the hell?
Megan gave herself a mental shake.

“It’s okay. I’m too excited about seeing a new world for anything to bum me out right now.” She scanned the passing landscape before continuing. “Plus, soon, I plan to make it crystal clear to Rork and Garfor that I don’t respond well to men ordering me around,” she said quietly so only Loban could hear.

“Why not me?”

“You haven’t shown similar qualities,” she said, grinning.

“Yet.” He tightened his grip on her shoulder, pulling her toward him. “We’re dominant men, swaya, but each in our own way. Are you positive you dislike relinquishing control to a man in
every
situation?”

“Yes, wait, what?” she asked. Her pulse sped up, and butterflies danced in her tummy as she watched his pupils darken.

Loban lowered his lips to hers. Megan was in awe at how he smoothly maneuvered her into a reclining position without breaking the kiss. His tongue surged into her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He alternated between teasing and staking his claim, setting her senses on fire. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. Megan moaned loudly, and she felt Loban smile against her lips. He slid his palm down her side and over her hip. When his fingers slid beneath the string of her scandalously tiny panties straight to her soaking pussy lips, she lifted up into his touch.

Then the reality that they weren’t alone crashed into her. Megan let go of his neck, pushed against his shoulders and tried frantically to close her legs. She had as much luck moving Loban as she imagined she would have with one of the giant rock structures they’d driven past. He stopped kissing her lips, but continued kissing along her jaw line to her ear.

“They sense your arousal, Megan, can feel it, smell it,” he stated in a normal speaking tone, one Megan had no doubt Garfor and Rork could hear in the confined space. “Their cocks are rock-hard because they know I’m bringing you pleasure. I’ve no doubt they’re envious that at this moment I’m touching you, loving you, but there’s no jealousy in a bonded relationship. We will make love, spend time, live our lives together and separately as our moods and desires dictate. Open your mind and heart and body to who we are, swaya.”

His words fanned the flames of her desire as much as, maybe more than, his skilled fingers. She came fast and hard, bucking on the seat, digging her fingernails into his arms and whimpering mindlessly. Loban stroked her tenderly through the last of her tremors before settling her on his lap.

“Megan, we’ll be home soon. Look, over there, those homes indicate the beginning of our district.”

She fixed him with her best “are you kidding me” stare. After what they just did, he was back to pointing out the scenery? He winked and flashed a wickedly handsome grin.

“Thank the Gods,” Garfor said, looking over his shoulder. “Rork’s piloting is making me a nervous wreck.”

“You try and concentrate on driving with the level of distraction in this vehicle.”

“I’d rather try and wedge myself into the back seat.” He boldly ogled her.

“Okay, see? They’re behaving normally, considering,” she commented to Loban.

“I had no idea you wanted to discuss our little tryst. How thrilling,” he replied with exuberance. “You were magnificent, coming on my fingers while you writhed beneath me.” He took her hand and pressed it on his penis. “It took, shit, is still taking, every ounce of control I possess not to whip this out and fuck you. And as long as we’re on the subject, once we’re in a more comfortable setting, I’m going to taste every inch of your body, worship your pussy with my mouth and feel your release on my tongue then slide my cock into your wet heat. Rork and Garfor will be there, maybe one sucking on your nipples while the other feeds his dick into your mouth?”

“Loban enjoys talking about sex,” Rork offered in a strained voice.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Megan said with great difficulty. On top of having a handful of Loban’s cock, he was trailing his fingers along the swell of her breast.

There was a second of silence before all three men laughed. She joined them.

For the rest of the trip, Garfor, Rork and Loban pointed out things for her to look at and chatted about day-to-day life on their planet. She was fascinated by the differences between their culture and hers.

The traditional Slaterine family was comprised of a minimum of two men to one woman. They believed in multiple deities. Their society was communal economically, but there was one house that owned the land, settled disputes and protected each district. In this district, it was the house of H’oug. They took their responsibilities very seriously, and though they didn’t say it specifically, Megan got a clear picture that Rork, Loban and Garfor were highly regarded and respected by their people.

The subject of children came up multiple times. Loban and Garfor each had four brothers, Rork had three brothers and a sister, and many of their siblings had children of their own. They shared entertaining stories about their experiences and bantered back and forth over what they agreed with and how they were going to do some things differently. Their unabashed desire to be fathers touched a very special part of Megan’s heart.

Rork navigated the veritable maze of massive, towering rock formations, which dominated the area as they got closer to the base of Mount Zefra. He made a sharp turn to the left, and Megan was stunned by what she saw. Protected on three sides by the rocks, and with the mountain range behind it, was an extensive amount of property—a combination of cropland and uncultivated wilderness. A stone and brick mansion was ahead to the right, and the waterfall-fed lake Garfor had mentioned earlier was off to the left.

“This is beyond spectacular,” she said with wonder.

“Welcome home, Megan.” Rork brought the hover car to a stop, and the glass top opened. He got out, came to her side of the car and held out his hand. Loban grasped her sides, lifting and steadying her as she exited the vehicle.

“I can’t wait to see everything!” she enthused, spinning in a complete circle. Rork kept hold of her fingertips as she turned, and Garfor and Loban moved to stand very near. “I’ve only seen pictures of houses so magnificent, and I’ve never, ever seen anything like this.” She glanced up at the mountain peaks, which disappeared into the clouds, over at the water cascading into the lake and off across the farmland.

“The official tour won’t take place until tomorrow.” Garfor rested his hand on her shoulder.

Megan opened her mouth to question why until she paid attention to the intensity of his expression and those of the other two. Her heart pounded wildly, and her knees threatened to give out. She squealed when Rork swept her up in his arms and carried her into the house.

“This is the great room,” Loban announced. “Through there is the kitchen, dining hall and library. Down that hall are sitting rooms, bathrooms and the solarium.”

She craned her neck from side to side, trying to see as much as she could. Rork wasn’t sauntering his way through the expansive space.

“Stop it, Loban; she’s going to squirm right out of my hold.” Rork tightened his arms and smiled at her.

“Yeah, right,” she said, pretty damn sure the only way she was getting out of his strong embrace was when he allowed it.

They ascended a giant staircase to the second floor. With each step he took, Megan’s nerves kicked up.

Garfor moved ahead of them. “All of the bedrooms are on this level.”

Megan counted eight doors, not including the one Garfor was opening at the end of the hall. He stood to the side, and Rork carried her inside. The room was huge and beautifully decorated in shades of cream, tan, brown and red. One entire wall was glass and faced the mountain waterfall. What held her attention, however, was the enormous bed dominating the space. It had definitely been designed to accommodate more than two people.

“You’re trembling,” Rork said, searching her face.

“Hopefully due to being extremely turned on?” Loban asked, trailing a finger along her thigh.

“Well, yeah, mostly.” She gave Garfor a pleading look as heat burned her cheeks.

“Megan confided to me that her previous sexual experience is limited to the man she was married to. Her intense desires for us are confusing and foreign to her, and they conflict with how she perceives herself and what is acceptable behavior.”