Collared: Ashton [Collared Lovers] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Angela Wray Read Free Book Online Page B

their facial hair. Her muscles were sore, her pussy tender despite how wet she had been. Ashton’s jaw ached a little from being stretched wide, enjoying the men’s flavor. Even her nipples felt overly sensitive.
    But she looked well loved.
    Feeling Ty’s release run down the inside of her leg had her moving to the shower. Starting it, she relieved herself first and stepped into the spray, needing the time to try desperately to regroup. The fantasy of two men was never something she ever thought she would live out, but it was beyond everything she had ever thought.
    Ashton had never experienced such decadent pleasure. No one had ever cum inside her before, let alone two men, and the hot wetness was a forbidden pleasure that made her momentarily panic. She was on birth control shots, so there was no worry of pregnancy and, from what she knew from Sophie, a prerequisite to becoming a member of the club was for them to be drug and disease free. This was monitored regularly by testing.
    No reason to worry about that. She had larger worries like her stupid feelings. She had to get out of there. Hopefully, she could ease out and it would only be a matter of staying busy and she would forget about last night, and them.
    There was no way for it to work, and just the idea of the three of them together was ludicrous, really. They were sexy, well-off, and deeply in love. What the hell would they need with someone as fucked up mentally as she was? She wasn’t delusional. She knew she had more baggage than most department stores.
    Why the fuck would they saddle themselves with me?
    Of course, they never mentioned anything beyond what they had discussed yesterday, so getting out of there should be fairly easy. She just needed to hold on to her composure until she got back to her little apartment. She could wallow in self-pity and cry all she wanted there.
    Shutting off the water, she quickly dried herself and wondered what the hell she was going to do about clothes when she remembered she’d left her robe from last night hanging on the back of the door. Ashton grabbed it off the hook and put it on, she pressed her hand to her rolling stomach, and took a deep breath. She opened the door and donned her best fake smile she used with disagreeable patients and the people she didn’t like. She faced the music.
    Seeing the men in just their jeans from the night before made it difficult for her resolve to exit as quickly as possible, so she avoided their direct gazes and launched into mindless chatter. “Well, I feel better. I don’t suppose you would have something I could put on to call a cab, because I don’t really want to leave in this robe. As beautiful as it is, I don’t think it’s appropriate. I need to get home and make sure everything is in order. I’m leaving this week to do extra work at another hospital in a different state. So I really need to get home and get everything ready. I occasionally take extra jobs in other states as a nurse. The pay is great, and I’m trying to save up enough to buy a house.”
    She knew she was right in making the spur-of-the-moment decision to take the job offer in South Dakota. She had been asked about it Saturday night during her shift. Lorene, the OB nurse upstairs, was supposed to go, but since she had a family emergency come up, they were looking for someone to take her place. Ashton would call as soon as she left to confirm it. She had told them she would probably do it, but it was perfect timing. The hours would be grueling, but she did need the money for her house fund.
    Four weeks would give her plenty of time to get through this. Maybe coupled with the long, exhausting hours she would be able to forget how their hands had felt and how sweet their kisses had tasted. Turning away, she hoped they wouldn’t be able to see the pain she was struggling to hide.
    Startled, she turned back when Ty launched to his feet, appearing to be furious. Seeing him run a hand through his hair, he