Monroe, Marla - Their Broken Lady (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

“Fine other than being antsy to get out of bed and my ankle hurting occasionally.”

“Good. Then I can do this.” He leaned over and kissed her, planting a hand on either side of her head against the headboard.

She opened to him almost immediately. Encouraged by her capitulation, Tanner slid his tongue alongside hers and tangled with it. Then he explored her mouth, running it around her teeth then to tickle the roof of her mouth. When she moaned, he sucked on her lower lip before nibbling his way around her mouth to her jaw.

He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, massaging it as he nipped and sucked his way along her jaw to her ear and down her neck. He stopped to suck gently on her neck, leaving his mark before continuing down her neck to her shoulder. He bit her lightly then pulled back. He was pleased to see her eyes heavy with lust. He bet she was wet between her legs and almost tested his theory, but held back. It was too soon to get that intimate with her. They would have to go slow.

His cock ached to get out of the dress pants he wore from work. Speaking of which, he needed to be getting back to the office. He stood up and ran the back of his knuckles along her cheek.

“I’ve got to get back to the office now. If you need anything, use either of the phone numbers. One of us will help you. I mean it, Amber.”

“Thanks, I’ll remember that. You better go before your receptionist has a heart attack with how late you are.”

He chuckled. “You’re right. She’s probably having a fit about what to tell people. I’ll see you tonight, Amber. We’ll bring dinner, so don’t get up and get anything. Remember, bathroom privileges only.”

He laughed when she stuck her tongue out at him. He just brushed a finger down her nose before walking through the house to the front door. He locked it.
Flimsy locks.
Then climbed back in his truck and headed for the office. The truth was, he’d had his secretary keep his lunchtime open for two hours for the next few days.

Tanner thought back over the kiss on his way to the office. She’d easily given in to his kiss. And Bryan was right. She tasted like sweet candy. He couldn’t wait to taste her again. More than a kiss, he wanted to taste her pussy. He bet it was as spicy as the lady herself. He couldn’t wait to find out.

* * * *

Amber fumed at herself once Tanner walked out of the house. What was wrong with her? She’d almost begged him to take her. She would bet that either he or Bryan would be excellent lovers in bed, but what about afterwards? It would only be a matter of time before they tried to control her life. She had to resist them.

This was why she ended up in trouble all the time. Her body always betrayed her. Even now, she was soaking wet and needed to change her panties. Getting up proved to be a hassle, but she couldn’t go around with wet panties. She finally made it to her dresser and pulled out a pair of white functional panties and pulled them on. Then she limped her way to her bathroom and dropped them into the laundry basket. She would need to do laundry in another day or two.

By the time she climbed back into bed and had propped her foot back up, her ankle was throbbing again. She tried waiting it out, but finally took a pain pill and fell into a deep sleep.

The dream started out as it always did, with her trying to reason with Ted. He told her she shouldn’t be wearing the low-cut blouses out in public. Then he would tell her she looked like a whore with her short skirts and high heels. He didn’t want her dressing like that at all. When she would try to defend what she wore, he would go off, and before it was over with, he hit her.

She begged him to not do it, but he would be on her before she could lock herself in the bathroom. She cried out for help but there was never any coming. But this time, Tanner and Bryan showed up and pulled him off of her. Then she woke up fighting someone in bed.

“Easy, baby. It’s all right. No one can hurt you here. It’s okay, Amber. Wake up.”

She opened her eyes to find Bryan holding her wrists as gently as he could. She noticed she’d gotten a punch in by the blood on his lip.

“Oh—my—God. I hit you. I’m sorry.” She tried to scoot up in bed, and covered her face with her arms.

“Hey, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you, baby.” He pulled her arms away from her face. “Look at me, Amber. You’re safe. It was just a dream.”

Tanner hovered in the back ground. He looked shaken. She wasn’t sure why. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal. What were they doing there? What time was it? She looked over toward the clock and realized it was nearly six o’clock. She’d slept the afternoon away.

“I’m sorry, Bryan. I honestly didn’t mean to hit you.” Her voice shook. She couldn’t help it.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve had plenty of busted lips before. Have to say you pack a punch, though.”

“You were dreaming about someone beating you, Amber. Weren’t you.” Tanner didn’t move any closer.

He was probably worried she’d hit him, too. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She didn’t want to answer him. But they deserved an answer since she’d attacked Bryan.

“I have nightmares sometimes. It’s no big deal. I just usually don’t assault anyone when I do.”

“When I said that you’ve been hurt before, I didn’t realize you’d been physically hurt. I’m sorry, baby.”

“I’m fine now. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t blame you if you’d like to leave now.” She really didn’t want them to leave her. She was still shaken up by the dream.

“We brought dinner,” Tanner said. “Let’s eat. I thought we’d eat at the table. You can prop your foot up on a pillow on the other chair.

“Um, okay. That sounds good. I’d like to get out of this bed for a little while.”

“You stay right there while we set everything up. When we heard you scream, we left it on the counter and ran back here to see what was wrong.” Bryan patted her upper thigh before he and Tanner left to set the table.

Amber cringed inside that they had witnessed her nightmare. She felt lower than a worm right then. Poor Bryan had a busted lip because of her. She’d had her share of them. They didn’t feel good.

A few minutes later, they returned to take her into the other room. Before she knew what he was going to do, Bryan picked her up and Tanner took the pillow. They settled her in the kitchen with her foot propped up on the opposite chair while they each sat on one side of her.

Dinner turned out to be meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and rolls. It was delicious, and she realized she was hungry. She wolfed it down and then realized the men were staring at her. She felt her face grow warm in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I was hungry.” She bit her lower lip.

“Don’t be sorry. We enjoyed watching you eat. It’s not often you run across a woman who doesn’t worry about her figure so much that they pick at their food or only eat a bunch of lettuce.” Tanner grinned at her. “It was great to see you enjoy your meal.”

“It was very good. Where did it come from?” she asked.

“I cooked it,” Bryan said with obvious pride.

“You’re kidding. Really?” She was genuinely surprised.

“Hey! I’m not just another pretty face.”

Amber chuckled. He looked so hurt.

“How would you like to sit up a while and watch TV?” Tanner asked.

“Oh, that would be great.” She started to get up, but Bryan beat her to it and picked her up.

Tanner followed them into the living area where Bryan settled her on his lap on the couch. Tanner picked up the remote, and picking up her legs, he settled them in his lap on the opposite end of the couch. He turned on the TV then flipped through channels until he found a movie.

“How about a western?” he asked.

“Sounds good to me. I like them,” she admitted.

They watched the movie with Tanner massaging her good foot and Bryan running his hands up and down her arms. The movie finished at nine. Amber yawned, amazed that she could possibly be sleepy after having slept all afternoon. She guessed she was healing and it took more rest than usual.

“Looks like someone is ready for bed,” Tanner observed.

“I don’t know why I’m so sleepy. I slept all afternoon.”

“Your body’s healing.” He said just what she’d been thinking.

“Let’s get you back in bed.” Bryan stood up with her in his arms.

Amber had to admit she felt safe in his arms. She had no fear he would drop her. He carried her back into the bedroom while Tanner snagged the pillow on the way by the kitchen and settled it on the bed for her.

“Let’s get you into your nightshirt,” Bryan said.

“Oh, no! I can do that myself if you’ll just hand it to me.”

“I don’t want you out of bed again, Amber. Do you want me to do it instead of Bryan? I just figured you were used to him since he’d already seen you without clothes on.”

“You told him?” Amber felt the color rise in her face.

“Sure, he needed to know you’d gotten out of bed on your own and might have reinjured your ankle trying to get in and out of the tub.” Bryan didn’t look the least repentant.

“Please, I can change my own clothes. Okay?”

“Don’t be a prude, Amber. I’ve seen you naked. It won’t take but just a minute.”

He reached for her shorts and quickly pulled them down and off of her, being careful of her injured knees and ankle.

“See, that was easy. Now to change T-shirts.”

“I’ll just wear this one and change again tomorrow,” she quickly said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Thanks, but I’m fine from here.” Thank God he was giving in on the shirt.

He bent over and took her lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Then he smiled.

“Good night, baby.”

Tanner quickly followed him with a doozy of kiss as well. He held her face gently in his hands as he kissed her then smiled at her saying good night as well.

“One of us will be by in the morning to bring you breakfast,” Tanner told her. “Oh, and I have a locksmith coming by as well to change the locks on your door. They’re too flimsy. Bryan will be here to let him in and stay here with you while he’s here.”

“But–but I can do that. I didn’t realize anyone could come in. I’ll take care of it.” She couldn’t believe they were taking over her life already and she wasn’t even dating them. No, it couldn’t go any further.

“See you in the morning, baby.” Bryan followed Tanner out the door.

A few minutes passed where she heard them cleaning up in the kitchen. Finally she heard the front door open and close. She sighed with relief. What was she going to do about them? She figured that no matter what she was stuck with them while she was laid up. She’d give them the boot once she could drive again.

Amber adjusted her T-shirt and realized her panties had been showing. Oh God! What if Bryan had seen them and remembered that she had been wearing the red ones earlier. What would he think?

Realizing there was nothing she could do about it, she pushed it to the back of her mind and concentrated on going to sleep. This time when she drifted off, she didn’t dream.

Chapter Five

“She’s coming around,” Bryan said once they’d made it home.

“What makes you say that?” Tanner asked with a frown.

“She had on red panties this morning. She was wearing white ones tonight. What do you want to bet she changed because she got wet when we kissed her earlier?”