Their Independent Bride [The Men of Space Station One #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Read Free Book Online

and watched as he began to soap up. He showered with a minimum of wasted movement. It didn’t take him long to finish.
    “Want me to clean you up, baby?”
    “No. I was just watching you. I like looking at you. Your body is gorgeous. Both of you have amazing bodies. I could look at them all day long.”
    “Well, you can look at mine anytime you want to. For now, though, you need to hurry up and clean up before the water turns cold. I don’t want you to catch pneumonia.”
    Janet smiled and began to clean up. She thought again about Greg leaving the room and wondered where he had gone and what he was thinking. No doubt he was pissed at her and cursing that he had been saddled with someone like her. The thought of him not wanting her hurt. She frowned and finished in a hurry.
    Steven was waiting for her with a towel. He quickly dried her off in between quick kisses and teasing pokes with his semihard cock.
    “You can’t be horny again already.”
    “Speak for yourself, baby. I’m always ready for more.”
    Janet laughed and shook her head.
    “Do you know where Greg went?”
    Steven’s face fell. “Don’t worry about him right now, baby. He’s busy sorting through everything. Give him some time.”
    “But he’s a part of this. We all need to handle it together. Isn’t that what a family does?”
    “Yes, but you have to remember, he’s a Dominant, and he’s used to what he says being law. I’m a little more relaxed. Don’t think I’ll go easy on you if you do something stupid and put yourself in danger. I’m serious about that.”
    “I’m not planning on getting into anything dangerous. I like to avoid it at all costs. I think that your idea of danger and mine aren’t the same thing, though. Maybe we need to talk about it some.”
    “We’ll talk more about it tomorrow. Right now, I’m ready for bed.”
    “What about Greg?”
    “He’ll come up soon. Don’t worry about him.”
    Janet couldn’t help but worry. She didn’t want them to have a rift in their marriage. Especially at this early date.
     
    * * * *
     
    Greg ran a hand through his hair as he stared out the kitchen window. With two moons, the night was bright and seemed almost alive. Between them, they chased away most of the shadows and revealed anything that moved.
    What was he going to do about Janet? She seemed willing to work at it, but working at it was a far cry from trusting them. They would be working soon, and he would worry the entire time that something would happen to her while they were gone. Something had to work. The two things he knew required trust in a sub hadn’t worked on her, though. What was left? He didn’t particularly want to use the single tail on her. He wasn’t a fan of pain, and he doubted she would stand for it. Steven would balk as well. No, that wasn’t the answer. So what was? He paced back and forth across the moonlit kitchen floor and worried.
    He looked up at a sound from the direction of the stairs, and Steven walked into the room.
    “Where is Janet?”
    “Sleeping. She’s wiped. I am, too, for that matter.”
    “What’s on your mind?
    “You, us. She was hurt that you left, Greg. I know you’re trying to come to grips with the situation, but walking out during sex sure as hell isn’t the way to do it.”
    “Fuck, Steven! Don’t you think I know that? I had to go, or I was going to say something that would have made things worse.”
    “Hell, I don’t even want to know,” Steven said.
    “Man, what are we going to do? I can’t handle leaving her every day not knowing if she’s going to end up hurt or worse—dead.”
    “I don’t think you need to worry. I think she’s realizing that she does trust us. She was thinking awful hard earlier instead of fucking me. I had to rouse her out of it. Needless to say, it hurt my feelings that she could space out during sex without being in subspace. Know what I mean?”
    “Cut it out, Steven. What do you mean? Does she or doesn’t she?”