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

put on. By the time she was dressed, the men seemed to have calmed down some. She left them to shower and change clothes while she warmed up dinner.
    The two men discussed when to check out the cellar as they walked into the kitchen twenty minutes later.
    “Wait till after dinner, guys. It’s just about ready.” Carmen replaced the lid on the pot she had been stirring.
    “Baby, do you remember anything about what it looked like?”
    “It was as big as a small cat, but all I really remember is that it was a brown blur going between my feet.”
    “Did it touch you anywhere?” Kirk asked.
    “I think its fur touched my shoes, but that’s all. Why?” She frowned at him.
    “One of the things they have found here secretes some sort of acid from its mouth. I just want to be sure you didn’t get any on you or your clothes.”
    “You’re kidding me! I don’t remember reading that.” Carmen shivered.
    “It was in the booklet. You probably just read over the main parts.” Brad sighed.
    Carmen quickly glanced at Brad, unsure if he was angry with her or not. He didn’t look angry, just a little worried. She swallowed and announced that dinner was ready.
    After they had eaten and helped her put the kitchen to rights, Brad insisted that she go in the living room and recline on the couch while they went down to check out the cellar. She hated leaving them but was glad to actually lie down. Her shoulder was bothering her some.
    The men disappeared from the room with guns. She prayed they wouldn’t get hurt. The entire time they were down there, Carmen kept expecting to hear the report of a gun, but she didn’t. Instead, about twenty minutes later, the men walked back into the room and leaned the guns by the fireplace.
    “Did you find it?” she asked, sitting up.
    Brad pulled her into his lap as he sat down on the couch. Kirk sat next to him, bringing her feet into his lap. Kirk rubbed her feet while Brad ran a hand up and down her right arm.
    “We didn’t find anything, but we did find evidence that something has been down there. I think we might have found how he got in, and will work on plugging that up in the morning first thing,” Brad told her. “I’m sorry you got hurt, baby.”
    “It’s not your fault. Things happen sometimes. I’m just glad it didn’t bite me.” She shivered again.
    “I am, too.” Kirk squeezed one of her feet then massaged it. “How about a head-to-toe massage?”
    “Umm, that sounds wonderful. Aren’t you too tired for that, though?” she asked.
    “We’re never too tired to make you feel good, Carmen.” Brad gathered her in his arms and stood up. Then he carried her upstairs to the bed.
    They helped her undress then settle on the bed with the sheets turned down. She watched mesmerized at they undressed in front of her. Again, they didn’t have on underwear. It brought a smile to her lips. Less laundry for me to have to deal with.
    “What are you grinning about, baby?” Kirk asked as he climbed up on the bed.
    “You don’t wear underwear. You have some, because I put it up when we moved in.”
    “Don’t see the need for it. Just something else to have to deal with.” Brad grinned at her.
    They each took a side and gently manipulated her skin and muscles from her neck all the way down to her toes. They were extra careful with her sore shoulder and shin. By the time they had finished, Carmen was a limp noodle waiting to be tucked into bed. She nearly jumped out of the bed when Brad sank between her legs and began licking her pussy lips.
    “Don’t worry, baby. We don’t plan to fuck tonight. We just want to be sure you sleep well.” Kirk licked a long line from her chin to her neck and down to her wounded shoulder. He softly kissed it then leaned over to suck a rounded nipple into his hot, wet mouth.
    Carmen groaned. They were already pushing her upward into that needy space where a climax would set her off into the clouds. Her nipples tightened and grew hard as little