Their Independent Bride [The Men of Space Station One #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (26 page)

“You’ve gotten your memory back, haven’t you?”

“Some of it. Not all of it.”

“But you remember how you felt about me.”

“Yeah, pretty much. You were strict with me and always trying to tell me what I could and couldn’t do.”

“Not always. Just when it concerned your health or safety. I didn’t want anything to happen to you, baby. Can’t you understand that?”

Greg moved to sit on the couch next to her but far enough away that she wouldn’t feel crowded, he hoped. She didn’t scoot over, but she did look worried. He sighed and leaned back to give her more room.

“Hell, baby. I would never hurt you. Do you at least believe that?”

“Yes.” She sighed and rubbed her face with both hands. “I’m sorry. Suddenly remembering some things took me by surprise. My head hurts something fierce, too.”

“I’ll get you some painkiller for the headache, love.” Steven disappeared up the stairs.

“I can’t tell you I’m sorry enough about how I was, Janet. I thought I was keeping you safe. Now I know I was smothering you. I’m honestly trying hard not to do that, but there are some things I won’t back down on. The thing is, I don’t think you would balk at those things except on principle.”

“You’re probably right. Maybe if you say it in a different way, it won’t bother me so much.” She stared intently into his eyes for a second.

Greg started to ask what she was thinking, but Steven returned with the painkiller. Then he ran to the kitchen for a glass of water. Greg waited until she had taken the medicine before resuming the conversation.

“Baby, do you believe that I love you?”

She nodded but didn’t say anything.

“I think I loved you the first time you argued with me. No one had ever done that before. It made me spitting mad, but it excited me, too. It was a novelty. From then on, I enjoyed making you mad on occasion. If you will remember, some of those arguments ended up with us in bed.”

She blushed. It was a pretty, pink blush that stole over her face and neck. He smiled and only just stopped himself from running his finger down her cheek. He wasn’t sure she would have appreciated it.

“I remember some of those arguments, but not all of them. I still don’t remember how I felt about you. It makes it difficult for me to know if my feelings now are real or not. How can I be sure that if I didn’t love you before, that being in love with you now will last?”

“I’ve changed, Janet. For the better. I wish you could believe that.”

“I want to, Greg. You have no idea how much I want to believe it. I do believe you love me, though.”

“Well, that’s something, at least. Can’t we build on that and leave the past in the past?”

“I don’t know if I can. Let me think about it.”

Steven cleared his throat and snagged their attention. Greg looked at him with a less than friendly look.

“It’s getting late. I think we should go to bed.”

“That’s probably a good idea.” Greg agreed with Steven. They weren’t getting anywhere.

“Yeah, my head is getting better. Maybe after I bathe the headache will be gone.”

Greg watched as Janet walked up the stairs. Her entire body language shouted tired and uncomfortable. Was it the headache or the conversation? He hoped it wasn’t the conversation because they needed to have it and probably more like it before it was all over with.

Once in the bedroom, they pulled off their clothes and climbed into bed. She didn’t shy away when he wrapped an arm around her, but he noticed that she did gravitate more toward Steven. It hurt. It tore at his heart, and he wondered if he’d done the right thing in falling in love with her after all.

Several days later, Janet stood watching the snow accumulate outside the kitchen window. The men were out checking the area for prints to indicate any creatures had been around. They also would check the supplies and transport while they were out. They had been out there for over two hours. She was beginning to get bored with no one to talk to.

She had stew on the stove warming and bread ready to put in the stove as soon as they returned. She figured toast and stew would be warming, filling, and had been easy for her to throw together.

She perked up when she saw them heading back toward the house. They looked cold and tired by the time she could see their faces. She wanted to open the door for them but had agreed not to in case something was lurking around waiting for a chance to get in the house. Instead, she unlocked it and stood across the room with her mop, ready to clean up the mess they would make tromping in snow.

“Fuck it’s cold outside.” Greg stomped his boots at the door before walking in.

Then Steven emerged with rosy, red cheeks. “At least the wind wasn’t blowing. It could have been worse.”

“The hell you say?”

Janet covered up a grin by coughing with her hand over her face. They were grumpy after having been out in it. She smiled her best smile and handed each of them a cup of coffee after she had cleaned up the snowy mess on the floor.

“Thanks, baby. This will hit the spot.”

“I have stew and toast for dinner tonight. Do you think that will be enough for you?”

“Sounds good to me. Your stew is always thick with vegetables.” Steven nodded.

The men disappeared into the living room as she slid the bread into the oven to toast. While it was browning, she stirred the stew and turned the temperature up to make sure it would be hot. As soon as the toast was ready, she ladled the stew into bowls and set them along with the toast on the table. Then she went to the door and called the men to eat.

They hurried in and sat down. She joined them and they dug in. It wasn’t a surprise that they each wanted seconds. She managed to eat nearly all of her helping and a piece of toast. They were so busy eating, that conversation was relegated to one- and two-syllable words.

After the kitchen had been cleaned up, she followed them into the living room and sat on the couch between the two men. She steeled herself not to lean into Steven. Instead, she leaned against Greg. He quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead before resuming his conversation with Steven.

She only half listened. Instead, she concentrated on how it felt to be next to him and almost in his arms. They regularly had sex, but the intimacy seemed one-sided, and not on her side. She was holding herself back from him and wondered if that was part of the problem in her not remembering. She resolved not to do that the next time.

Having made that decision, she was anxious for the next time. She squirmed as her panties grew damp just thinking about it. She couldn’t fault the sex. It was hot, intense, and wild. He always made sure that she was taken care of before he or Steven came. Greg’s dominant nature played well in the bedroom. It was odd that what she liked there didn’t carry over in the rest of her life.

“Janet? Did you hear me, love?”

“Um, no. I guess I was off in my own world. What did you say?”

“It’s nearly eleven. Are you ready for bed?”

“Goodness, where did the time go? Have I been daydreaming all this time?”

“I don’t know. We were talking about the problems with the last house we worked on.”

“Don’t worry about it, baby. It wasn’t anything you would have wanted to listen to, anyway. Let’s head upstairs.”

She let Greg pull her to her feet and then followed them up the stairs. When they got to the bedroom, she called first dibs on the bathroom. She got ready for bed before leaving it for the men. Once she climbed into bed, she realized she wasn’t the least bit sleepy. That was thanks to not doing anything during the day but cooking. She wasn’t used to being lazy.

Steven used the bathroom down the hall while Greg took over the master bath. They both finished about the same time and slipped into bed on either side of her. Steven faced her and began kissing along her jaw and around her ear. Greg nibbled her chin before claiming her mouth. She loved his kisses. They were so forceful and thorough in how he explored every crevice of her mouth with his tongue.

When he finally pulled back, she was panting for breath. He licked along her lips and then nibbled the bottom one before drawing it into his mouth to soothe. She couldn’t get enough of his kisses, but when he began heading toward her pussy, she released the hold she’d had on his head so he could mouth his way down there.

“I can smell your arousal, baby. I bet you’re soaking wet.”

“I can’t help it. You two turn me on to the point of being ridiculous.”

Steven drew her nipple into his mouth and flattened it to the roof. Then he sucked and pulled on it until she was whimpering with need. She needed more, much more. As if knowing, he began to pull and pinch her other nipple as he continued nursing from the one in his mouth. She could feel the draw clear to her cunt.

Greg stopped at her belly button to lick around it before lapping at the sensitive spots at her groin. She nearly came unglued when he sucked on the spot there. She doubled up, jerking her breast from Steven’s mouth.

“God! That’s almost painful it feels so good.” She dug one hand into Steven’s hair and the other into Greg’s. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I don’t plan to. I’m going to make you climax so many times you will lose count.”

“I won’t complain.”

He slipped between her legs and blew at the wet junction there. She squirmed, earning her a quick pinch on her nipple.

“Stay still, love. I’m busy here.”

Smothering a chuckle, she grinned then nearly screamed when Greg latched onto her pussy lips and sucked. He probed gently at her opening as he sucked and licked her pussy. Then he stiffened his tongue and thrust it in her slit over and over again. He ran a finger around her slit and then up and down it, pushing it inside just a little ways every once in a while.

“Damn it! Don’t tease me. Fuck me, Greg.”

“Since when are you calling the shots, babe?” he asked.

“I need you, Greg. Please?” She would beg if need be when it came to sex.

She was so wrapped up in need that she didn’t realize at first that he had begun to play with her ass. He slid one finger inside her cunt and swirled it around before drawing her pussy juices down to her back hole. Then he pressed a finger in past the first knuckle and on to the second one. Then he pressed all the way down to the webbing.

She moaned then caught herself and cut it off. She didn’t need to let them know how excited she was or they would stop and start all over again. She knew how they played that game.

Finally, Greg had two fingers inside her ass and was slowly pumping them in and out as she rocked her pelvis in the same rhythm as his questing fingers. It burned so good. Then he added more lube and another finger. The three fingers were a little more uncomfortable as he pushed them past the ring of resistance. Once they popped through, he began to pump them over and over until she was thrusting her pelvis up to meet the finger with her ass.

“God, you’re amazing. You take to ass-play like a fish to water. I think you’re ready. Steven, get under her. Janet, climb up on Steven’s cock. I’m going to take this pretty ass. He spanked her when she turned around to mount Steven.

The other man held his cock still so she could impale herself on the stiff dick. She could feel every ridge of the thick cock against her pussy walls. She had to come up off of him and slide back down several times before she was fully seated against his pelvis. His pubic hair rasped against her clit when she moved just right.

Greg pushed her gently forward until her breasts were mashed against Steven’s chest. Steven rubbed her back as Greg began pressing his lubed cock into her back passage. It burned and pinched at first. She wasn’t sure she could handle it, but then his cockhead popped through the resistant ring to forge deep into her ass. He stilled to let her get used to him being there. With both cocks inside of her, she felt totally stuffed with dick. She swore she could feel them in her throat. The burn from Greg in her ass soon turned into an itch she needed scratched. She shoved back on him impatiently.

“Move. Fuck me. Do something.”

Greg chuckled, and the movement vibrated into her. She groaned. Then he was pulling out while Steven pushed in. They reversed, and Greg was pushed in when Steven pulled out. They alternated back and forth, driving her higher and higher. The itch began turning into a fire that threatened to consume her from the inside out. Nerve endings in her ass sparked and burned along with the massive fire in her cunt.

“You’re squeezing the cum out of me, baby. God, don’t do that. I want to last.”

“You think she’s squeezing you? Try being on the bottom sometime.” Steven’s voice sounded far away.

Janet began to feel her climax racing toward her. She didn’t think she could handle it. It was too much. She began to struggle between them.

“It’s too much. God! I can’t take it.”

“It’s not too much, baby. It’s not enough. Go with it.”

It crashed over her, through her until her ears were ringing and stars exploded behind her squeezed-shut eyelids. The roar in her head changed to something else. She was dimly aware of the two men finding their release by the warm cum that splashed against the walls of her ass and cunt. All her attention was on the feelings that overwhelmed her as her memories came flooding back.