Monroe, Marla - The Hired Hands' Dilemma [The Men of Space Station One #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

“They sure set up a nice-size one. Do you think Ashley can deal with something this large?” Keeton asked.

“I guess we’ll find out. She’ll have to start planting it in the next week or so. Nights are still too cold right now.”

“Well, the fence has to encompass the garden as well. It’s going to be a big one, that’s for sure.” Keeton ran a hand over his face.

“What is it?” Boyd asked.

“We have to protect her, Boyd. I’ve never been responsible for anyone but us and a bunch of cows. I’m not sure how I like worrying about someone else.”

“You’re not in it alone. I’m there with you. We’ll keep her safe together, Keeton. Stop thinking you’ve got to do it all alone. We’re partners, remember?” Boyd would never have believed that something so small as a virgin would throw the big man off his game.

Keeton was truly worried and messed up over Ashley’s virginity. Boyd sighed. What was the big deal? He’d pop her cherry and that would be that. Right? Deep inside he knew that wasn’t all there was to it, but for now, it was all he could handle thinking about. He would worry about the rest when the time came.

They explored the area until lunchtime, then hurried inside to clean up. They found sandwiches in plastic wrap already made up waiting for them on the table, along with glasses for tea. Ashley was nowhere to be found. Keeton panicked.

“She’s already missing. How are we going to work and take care of her, too?”

“She’s not missing. She’s probably in the bedroom pouting. I’ll go see.”

Boyd washed his hands, then climbed the stairs to the bedroom, but she wasn’t in there or in the bathroom. He checked the other bedrooms and bathroom with no sign of her. He bounded down the stairs and searched the living room, then ducked into the office, all to no avail. Where could she be?

He walked back into the kitchen and shook his head. “Hell, I don’t know where she is.”

“Do you think she walked over to see Danny and Andrew’s wife, Rachel? I would have thought we would see her, but she might have slipped past us.” Keeton stood up, his sandwich half-eaten. “We’d better go check and see. Then I’m going to spank her ass for scaring us like that.”

Just as they were getting ready to walk out the door, a noise came from below them. Then another noise sounded inside the pantry. Boyd exchanged puzzled looks with Keeton before going over to the pantry and pulling open the door. About the time he opened the door, a door in the floor swung open and a stick placed to hold it up. Ashley’s head emerged from the hole. She gave a little squeak at seeing both men looming over her.

“W–What are you doing in the pantry?” she asked.

“Looking for you.” Boyd reached down and grabbed her hand to pull her up.

“Um, thank you.” She turned around and settled the stick back in its clip before letting the door shut softly. “Have you already eaten?”

Keeton shook his head and turned around and stalked to the other side of the room. Boyd just stared at her, totally astonished that she could be so oblivious that they were worried about her. Instead of lighting into her, he asked her what she was doing down there.

She washed her hands then wiped them off with a towel before taking a seat at the table to eat.

“I was looking for the canning supplies, so I’d know what was available. I really think I’m going to need more, though. I have to put up enough for three of us to last the winter. That’s going to take a lot of jars,” she said, then took a bite from her sandwich.

“Have you seen the garden yet?”

“No, but I figure it has to be big.”

“I’ll show it to you after lunch,” Boyd said.

“How much do you know about gardening and canning, anyway?” Keeton asked.

“Only what I’ve been reading on the shuttle. I hope we can get some more books from the library they say is in town. When can we go to town?”

“Boyd!” Keeton said.

“Calm down, Keeton. Rachel is going to help her,” Boyd reminded him.

“What? You think I can’t do it? I’ll have you know I can do anything I put my mind to. I’ve never failed when I’ve been given the proper instructions.” She stood up so fast her chair scooted from behind her.

Boyd looked over at Keeton’s face. His partner was surprised that their little virgin had a spine. Nothing turned Keeton on like a spunky female.
Fuck.
Little Ashley was getting herself in deeper than ever. She was going to be lucky if Keeton didn’t take her right there on the kitchen table. Maybe she would calm down and not bait him more. Instead, she grabbed up their plates and took them to the sink, where she proceeded to bang them around while washing them.

“So you think you can run a house, grow a garden, put up vegetables, and see to the sexual needs of your two men?” Keeton backed her up to the sink when she turned around with a murderous expression on her face.

That expression soon faded when she realized she was trapped between the sink and his two strong arms holding on to the sink’s edge.

“Give me a manual and I can do anything. I’ll grow that garden, and I’ll put up those vegetables. And yes, I know there are always things outside of the manual that crop up, like too much rain and not enough sun. I’m not stupid to think that things always go according to plan.” She heaved out a breath which brushed her pointed nipples across Keeton’s chest.

Boyd stayed in the background to see how it would play out, but close enough to intervene if necessary. Right now he was having a ball watching the show. He never would have expected their shy little Ashley having a temper.

“So if I give you a manual on sex, you can take care of my needs. Is that what you’re saying?”

“I’ve got a manual on sex, and yes, I can take care of your needs. I realize not everything is in the manual, but enough of it is to know what I’m supposed to do.” Ashley’s eyes were flashing now.

“So, you would know how to suck my dick down your throat until I come in your mouth? Or take my cock up your ass until you’re screaming with pleasure?” He was pressing against her now.

Boyd had no doubt she could feel the hard length of Keeton’s cock against her body. Even now he could tell from where he stood, a comfortable distance away, that her eyes were heavy lidded with lust. Keeton’s dirty words were turning her on. Maybe she had a hidden side to her after all. He just hoped he would get the chance to find out before Keeton ran her off.

* * * *

Ashley couldn’t believe how turned on she was by Keeton’s naughty words and suggestions. She knew that was part of it, but she really had hoped they wouldn’t want that. One look into his eyes told her he was dead serious. Taking him in her mouth she’d heard about and was eager to try, though she knew next to nothing about it. Evidently their cum tasted salty and bitter. She still wanted to try it.

Her nipples were mashed against his chest as he pushed into her, showing her how excited he was as well. He leaned in and sniffed of her.

“Fuck, I can smell your pussy juices. You’re creaming thinking about all of that, aren’t you?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she huffed out. It came out all breathy, though.

“Oh, it’s my business, all right. You’re our wife. Making you happy is part of our job. I bet if I put my hand inside your jeans right now, I’d find you hot and wet.”

“No.” Her breath was coming in gasps now. God, if he checked, she would be soaking her panties.

Keeton pulled back just enough that he could unfasten her jeans and slide his hand down inside them. She didn’t do a thing to stop him. Maybe she was asking for it. Right then, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she needed something.

When he slid his hand inside of her jeans and then her panties, he slipped right through her pussy juices. He swore and withdrew his hand and held it to his nose, closing his eyes. Then he stuck his fingers in his mouth and tasted of her. She was shocked. Nothing in the manuals had prepared her for this.

He growled and lowered his mouth to hers, holding her head still as he kissed her, sharing her essence with her. She’d never tasted herself before. Now she tasted herself mixed with his kiss. He sipped at her mouth then pulled back with heavy-lidded eyes. They were both panting.

“I’ve got to taste you. I want your cream on my face when you come.” He swung her into his arms and laid her on the kitchen table, where he pulled off her shoes and then her pants along with her panties.

Ashley didn’t know what to do. She was shocked and aroused all at the same time. Surely she should stop him. This couldn’t be right. But she couldn’t say the words or raise her hands to push him away. When she did raise them, it was to pull him closer for another kiss.

Then he was between her legs, spreading them on the table. Nothing had prepared her for the first lick of his tongue through her pussy. Her eyes flew wide and then there was another and another. When he sucked in her pussy lips, she moaned and tilted her pelvis for more. He chuckled around her flesh.

The next thing she knew, he was sticking a finger inside of her and moving it around until she fairly came off the table, it felt so good. He sucked and licked and teased her over and over again. He removed his finger and she moaned at the loss, but he replaced it with two this time. They were tight, but helped build the pressure that was beginning to fill her. She tried to move him deeper, but he hit her maidenhead and he couldn’t go any further without breaking it. She wanted him to in that moment.

“Please, deeper. I need more, Keeton.”

“That’s as deep as I can go. Boyd will take care of the rest, baby. I’m not doing that to you.”

He licked all around her clit then sucked it inside, and she went wild at the sensations bombarding her. Pure light exploded behind her closed eyelids as he continued his assault on her senses. Then he was lapping at her cunt juices as they seeped from her. Never had she felt anything so decadent and yet so right. That Keeton had been the first one to give her an orgasm was somehow right.

Chapter Four

Keeton stood up from cleaning her pussy with his tongue and accepted the wet washcloth that Boyd handed him. He wiped his face then cleaned Ashley between her legs. He noticed she had whisker burn and smiled. He hated that she would be tender there, but he had marked her as his. Boyd would mark her later.

He reached down and picked her off the table, letting her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. She swayed and had a fuzzy look on her face. He’d put that look there.

“You okay to stand on your own?” he asked, doubting that she was.

“Hmm? Um, yes. I need to get dressed. I can’t believe you did that to me on the kitchen table.”

He let go of her and she stumbled. He caught her and shook his head. If he didn’t know any better, he would say she was drunk. He guessed she was, drunk off of sex. That didn’t dampen his ego any. He held her arm while Boyd pulled her panties and jeans up her legs and fastened them. Then Boyd picked her up and carried her into the living room, where he settled her on the couch.

“Why don’t you take a little nap, Ashley? We’ll be back in a couple of hours. We’re going over to the main house to talk to Danny and Andrew.” Boyd bent over and kissed her on the forehead.

They walked back into the kitchen. Keeton shook his head.

“What?” Boyd asked.

“She could be addicting. She tastes like pure honey.”

“I’ll find out tonight.” Boyd opened the back door and the two of them walked out into the yard and headed for the barn.

“You’re going to take her tonight?” Keeton asked, a little worried.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to get in that tight pussy. She’s got some fire to her. I want to see if she can burn me.”