Free Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page B

That was saying a lot since she’d been in the presence of quite a few intense Doms in the last few hours.
    “How about taking a quick break for something to drink and a quick look around at what else is here tonight?” Jackson squeezed her hand.
    “Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to leave my area.”
    “I’ve already talked to Steve. He said it was fine for you to take a break. He and Ben will watch over your things and tell people you will be back in about twenty minutes.” Marx wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her from behind the table.
    As they slipped out of the tent, Steve nodded at her with a smile. She nodded back and let the two men pull her along in the crowd. Kelly let them lead the way and was surprised when they stopped in at the tattoo and piercing booth.
    “We want to introduce you to Zander Keys. He’s a good friend of ours and owns Naked Ink.” Jackson and Marx shouldered their way into the tent to find their friend, pulling her between them.
    “Hey, Zander!” Jackson shook the other man’s hand before pulling Kelly up to stand in front of him. “This is Kelly Baylor. She works at Heavy Trinkets for Steve.”
    The tall bald man looked down at her, and she couldn’t help but smile at him. He was massive like Marx, but covered in tattoos. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, probably to show off the work, and he had piercings in both ears as well as his brow and nipples. She avoided looking down as she thought about what else might be pierced. As if knowing where her thoughts had taken her, Marx stepped up closer and growled in her ear.
    Zander stuck his hands on his hips and burst out laughing, a deep hearty laugh that quickly erased any worry about the almost sinister look about him.
    “Marx, I’ve never known you to be jealous over someone before.”
    “Fuck you, Zander.”
    Kelly could tell that Marx and Zander were good friends. She wondered what the two men had in common since Marx and Jackson were cowboys who owned a ranch. A hint of mischief settled into her mind, and she decided to give in after that show of possession from Marx. Kelly looked around at the various exhibits of art and body jewelry.
    “I’m thinking about getting my nipples pierced. Will you do it but use my own pieces?”
    Jackson’s “Oh, shit” wasn’t lost on her.
    Marx wrapped his arms around her upper body as if she was going to bare her breasts right there for everyone to see. “Hell, no!”
    “I’ll be glad to. I’ve already talked to Steve about showcasing some of your work in my store once you’ve built your inventory up again.”
    “You’re not touching her nipples, Zander.” Marx glared at the other man.
    Zander grinned back. “I don’t see a collar on her, so I can give her anything she wants from me.”
    Marx took a step forward, and Jackson finally got over his shock and moved between them.
    Kelly couldn’t believe that Marx had gotten so upset. It pissed her off. She had thought for a little while that maybe they could play some if she kept some distance between them, but obviously Marx wasn’t going to allow her to do that.
    “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do with my body, Marx Callahan. I don’t belong to you or anyone, and I never will!” She started to stomp off, but his hand whipped out and grabbed her by the upper arm.
    He pulled her into his arms and hugged her close. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I let the idea that you might prefer him over me get to me.”
    She gaped up at him. She couldn’t believe he had just apologized to her for being a prick. She looked over at the other men and realized they were just as astonished. Jackson snapped his mouth closed and shook his head.
    “If you want to get your nipples pierced, that’s up to you, but would you let either me or Jackson be with you when you have it done?”
    She couldn’t speak. Instead, she found herself nodding her head in agreement. His small smile seemed to be more out of relief