Monroe, Marla - The Carpenters' Helper [The Men of Space Station One #5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“He can’t sing worth a damn,” Brad commented when he came back thirty minutes later to help them both out of the tub.

“At least you only heard it from downstairs. I was up close and personal with him.” Carmen laughed when Kirk splashed water on her.

“Know what would really make me feel good?” Kirk asked as they hobbled into the bedroom.

“What?” she asked.

“Your pussy on my dick.” He grinned before changing his expression to a puppy dog look.

“Your foot is hurting, Kirk. You can’t possibly want sex like that.”

“You can sit on me. My foot doesn’t have to do a thing. Ride me, baby.” He lay back on the bed and held out his hands.

Carmen looked over to Brad for his viewpoint. The man smiled warmly at her as if by her asking she’d put him in charge, and maybe she had.

“I don’t see why not. Shouldn’t hurt him, and will help take his mind off his foot.”

Kirk high-fived Brad. She frowned at their banding together. Something told her she was in for it.

“Climb on up, baby.” Kirk patted the bed next to him. “My cock is ready, willing, and able.”

“Isn’t it always?” she mumbled.

She had climbed over to straddle him when Brad laid a heavy tap on her ass cheek.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” She looked over her shoulder at him with a scowl.

He popped her again on the other cheek then rubbed both of them with his hands. She cocked her head to the side and frowned at him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“Spanking you for sassing and then lying about it.” Brad’s stern expression would have bothered her if she hadn’t noticed how hard he was kneeling behind them.

“You can’t just spank me when you want to.”

“Watch me, baby. You cursed and are sassing me again, so that earned you four more.” He proceeded to spank each cheek twice more. She moaned and twitched her ass at him.

“Hell, Brad. Do you have any idea how good that feels to me with her on my dick?”

“She likes it, doesn’t she?” Brad rubbed a hand over her hot ass.

“I’m right here, guys, and I can tell you that I don’t like having my ass hit.” She loved having him spank her. It vibrated in her pussy each time he did it.

“Then why are you creaming all over Kirk’s balls back here?” Brad asked.

“I like having him in my pussy.” She wiggled against Kirk’s cock lodged deep inside of her.

He began tapping her ass over and over as she moaned between licks. Fire grew in her ass as he spanked her. She felt her pussy dripping as she rode a fine line between pleasure and pain. Then he was spreading her pussy juices back to her dark hole. He added lube and began pumping his finger in and out of her derriere. When he added a second finger, she backed into it, breathing through the burn.

“Hell, yeah!” Kirk was groaning beneath her as she clamped down on him with the intrusion of Brad’s fingers in her ass.

Brad added a third finger and slowly pumped them in and out of her back hole until she was panting and thrusting back against him. Then he pulled out and slowly fed his thick cock inside her hot, puckered ass.

Chapter Nine

“Fuck, you’re like a clamp around my dick, baby.” Brad pulled out and pushed back in until he was balls deep inside her ass.

He rubbed her still-hot buttocks as he waited for her to adjust to being filled by two stiff cocks. It was going to take every bit of his endurance to hold out long enough to make her come. He was already nearing his climax. He reached beneath his legs and pulled on his ball sac to tamp down the need to come.

Carmen began moving between the two men. He could tell she was ready when she groaned and thrust back against his cock. Brad pulled out then tunneled back in as Kirk pulled out. They worked in tandem to bring her pleasure. Sweat began to drip on her back from his brow in an effort to go slow and easy. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he didn’t want to come too soon.

“Please move, guys. I can’t stand it. I need more.” Her voice cracked as they began to increase the tempo of their thrusts.

The faster they pounded into her, the wilder her thrashing became. She thrust her chest out and threw her head back as they tunneled in and out of her orifices over and over. Brad groaned when she tightened down on them. She was trying to get them to come. He spanked her ass and nearly came from the sensation of her clenching down on him.

That wasn’t the intended effect. Instead, he gritted his teeth and tried to get Kirk’s attention. Finally the other man looked back at him.

“Kirk, bring her, man. I can’t hold on.”

Kirk nodded and reached between their bodies to touch her clit. He obviously managed to finger her just right, because she went wild in their arms after that. Between his need to come and her squeezing him in her tight ass, Brad yelled out and thrust twice more in her back hole, spilling his cum in long streams deep in her bowels.

He heard Kirk call out then thrust up into her before stilling as he, too, shot cum deep inside of her. He groaned and fell back, pulling Carmen with him to the bed. Brad kissed her back several times before slowly withdrawing from her ass. His cock was deflated and thoroughly satisfied. He walked to the bathroom and cleaned up then took a warm wet bath cloth back to clean up their woman. She moaned when he wiped her down, but didn’t stir from her seat on Kirk’s body.

He smiled and tossed the wet cloth back into the bathroom before climbing back on the bed and helping to move her off of Kirk without messing with his hurt foot.

“Maybe I need to get hurt like that next time,” Brad teased.

“Don’t even go there, Brad. I’ll give you anything you want without you going and doing something stupid.” Carmen snuggled against Kirk, though, offering her sympathy and support.

Brad realized he didn’t feel pissed that she was curled up with Kirk. Kirk needed her attention right now. He’d had her attention when he’d spanked her. That had gone over really well, he decided. Maybe he could introduce her to a few other things as time went by. He’d think more about it later. Right now, he wanted to be closer to her and a good night’s sleep.

He slid up closer to her back as she lay on top of Kirk’s chest. It didn’t bother him, and that truly amazed him. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Several days later, Kirk’s foot had pretty much healed. He was able to wear a boot again and the men had left her to go work. Carmen was so thankful Kirk’s foot hadn’t been in any worse shape. It could have been serious. She surveyed the garden and realized that she might actually have to cut back the tomato plants soon. They were overrunning the rest of the garden.

The pamphlet she’d read from the city had warned her, but she guessed she hadn’t really believed it until she saw it. They would have plenty of tomatoes for sandwiches and canning. That was for sure. She would probably be canning tomatoes this time next month by the looks of the blooms and baby fruit on the plant.

After tending to the garden, which had become a full-time job now, Carmen walked around in the backyard to determine where she could put a small flower bed. She wanted to be able to have fresh-cut flowers next year. She picked some of the flowers and arranged them in a vase on the table. Sniffing of them, she realized she felt really sleepy all of a sudden. She staggered and caught herself on the side of the counter. A sharp pain radiated through her hip.

Carmen managed two steps before she slipped to the floor. She felt weird all over, almost like she was floating, but she couldn’t really feel her arms or legs anymore. Panic had her heart racing in her chest. She tried to calm down to keep from passing out, but darkness soon overtook her.

* * * *

Brad and Kirk stretched as they got out of the transport. It wasn’t quite dark, but they had made so much progress, they had decided to knock off early to get home at a decent hour. When they walked back to the house, they realized that there weren’t any lights on in the house. Unease settled into Brad’s mind as he reached for the door.

When they walked into the kitchen, Brad groaned in worry. Carmen lay on the floor as if she’d just fallen in midstride. Her arms and legs were at odd angles. He and Kirk immediately knelt down on the floor next to her. Brad was almost afraid to check for a pulse. His fingers found her neck and the thready beat of a pulse. She was alive.

“What happened to her?” Kirk asked, looking around.

“Turn on the light. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Kirk jumped up and turned on the light. He looked around, but nothing jumped out at him. He began searching her body from the feet up as Brad shook her and tried to get her to wake up. She wasn’t responding to him. Fear began to eat at his gut.

“What could have happened? Do you see anything wrong anywhere?” Brad felt of her head for any sign she’d hit her head.

“Look, here’s a little spot of blood on her hand.” Kirk pointed out a dried spot of blood along one finger. “What could have caused it?”

“It’s not a bite?” Brad asked.

“No. I can’t even see a hole or anything. It’s just a spot of blood. I wouldn’t have really paid any attention to it except we’re looking for something.”

“So something pricked her finger. Some sort of animal we don’t know about?”

“Flowers! There are fresh flowers on the table.” Kirk jumped up and looked at them.

“Don’t touch them!” Brad yelled.

“There’s one of those thistle plants in among the flowers. I bet that’s what did it. I’m going to go call the doctor and ask what we need to do. You put her upstairs in the bed.”

Brad grabbed her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and took off her boots and then her jeans. He went and got a warm bath cloth and cleaned her face. She was beginning to grow cool all over now. It worried him so he covered her up with the blanket and then lay next to her to warm her up. Where was Kirk?

A few seconds later, Kirk ran up the stairs and into the bedroom. His face looked deathly white.

“It’s a deadly thistle plant. They are really rare, but she managed to find the only one in the area I guess. Hell, Brad. The doc said they don’t know what it will do to her. All they know is that it reacts violently with human blood. He said there’s nothing he can do that we can’t do. He acts like she isn’t going to make it, Brad. She has to be okay.”

“Climb into bed with us and help me keep her warm. She’s gotten cold. I’m sure she’s in shock.” Brad scooted over and let Kirk take half of her body once he had his boots off.

They held her between them for several long hours before she began to shiver. Her breathing grew raspy and she gurgled when she breathed. They immediately moved all the covers off her and propped her up to help her breathe. She thrashed around as if having a seizure. Brad was beside himself, not knowing what to do to help her.

“Go call the doctor again and tell him what she’s doing. Maybe there’s something he can think of with her symptoms changing. She’s not cold anymore. She’s getting hot, and she’s having trouble breathing.” Brad wasn’t leaving her side for any reason.

He lay next to her on the bed, keeping her from falling off whenever her coughs grew heavy. She seemed to be fighting for each breath. Tears pooled in his eyes. He couldn’t lose her. He hadn’t told her he loved her yet. In that moment, he knew he did. He loved her with everything inside of him. He was sure Kirk felt the same way. They needed to tell her.

“I love you, baby. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave us.”

Kirk’s footfalls on the stairs had him turning in bed to see the other man run to the bed with a syringe.