Two Men for Piper [The Men of Space Station One #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Read Free Book Online Page B

Nothing on his face indicated what he was thinking. She stopped just short of Tripp’s chair. He held out his hand. Hesitating, she finally took it and let him pull her up on his lap.
    “Piper, I only want what’s best for you. I don’t think being outside without the fence up is safe. You’ve already seen one of the creatures plus that one that rammed us when we were driving over. Can you understand how worried I am? Then we have to go off and leave you while we’re working. It’s already going to be hard to not worry while we’re working.”
    “I guess I can understand that, Tripp.” She licked her lips. “Will you at least let me plant the garden while you all watch for me? Please?”
    He sighed. “We’ll see. If we don’t see any more creatures around, we’ll see about it.”
    “Thanks.” She started to get down, but he pulled her closer and kissed her.
    He licked her lips until she opened for him. Then he dove in and pumped his tongue in and out of her mouth. She responded, desperately mimicking him. She wanted them. She hoped he knew that.
    When he pulled back, she was panting. He wasn’t in much better shape.
    “You two really need to get a room,” Keith said with a chuckle.
    “Maybe we will,” Tripp answered.
    He righted the chair and stood up with her in his arms. Then he headed toward the stairs.
    “I’m too heavy for you to carry, Tripp. Put me down and let me walk.”
    “You’re not heavy, baby. Just hold on and be still, so I don’t drop you.”
    Piper held on tight and kept her head buried against his chest. When he made it to the landing, she breathed a sigh of relief.
    “You really don’t have much confidence in me, do you, Piper?”
    “Sorry, I’m not used to anyone carrying me. I’m not exactly a small woman.”
    “You’re just right, baby.”
    He let go of her legs so that she slid down his body. She couldn’t help but notice how hard his cock was pressed against her body. She shuddered thinking about it buried inside of her. She couldn’t wait. She knew he would see to her needs, and that meant so much to her. Most men didn’t bother making sure a woman came or not. Tripp and Keith were different, and she needed to remember that when she got upset with them.
    She pushed his shirt up on his chest and licked him from nipple to nipple. She couldn’t wait to get him naked. He set her blood on fire. Now if only she could make him burn with her.

Chapter Six
     
    Tripp shuddered when Piper licked his nipples. He reached around and pulled his shirt over his head to give her full access to his body. She circled each of them with her tongue and then lightly nipped them. It felt so fucking good.
    Then she spread kisses down his abdomen to the waistband of his jeans. They hung low on his hips, and she took full advantage of it by licking along his pelvis. He hissed out a breath. When she began unfastening his jeans, he wanted to help her and speed things up, but he didn’t want to interfere with her loving.
    Once she had them undone, she pulled his straining cock out and stroked it with both hands. He was torn between stopping her there so that he didn’t come too soon and letting her have her way with him. Her mouth was amazing. Getting a blow job from her nearly outweighed fucking her. But he wanted to feel her come around him. He wanted to feel her squeezing the cum from his cock.
    She surprised him by taking him into her mouth and sucking her way down his dick. He groaned and dug his fingers into her scalp as she came up, her cheeks hollowing as she did. He groaned and pulled her off of him using her hair.
    “Fuck, baby. I want that so much, but I want inside of you more. Strip for me.”
    She stood up and slowly peeled off her shirt, dropping it to the floor. She ran her fingers around the waistband of her jeans before unfastening them one button at a time. Piper was teasing him almost beyond endurance. He ached to finish tearing her clothes from her but held off, waiting