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

pebbles. With Kirk sucking and nipping at them, she couldn’t settle down to just feel. Between Kirk at her breasts and Brad’s tongue lapping at her pussy, Carmen was slowly going insane with pleasure.
    Brad began nipping at her pussy lips as he slid a single finger deep into her cunt and pumped a few times. Then he added another finger and thrust them in and out of her wet hole, making squishy sounds as her juices coated his fingers, mouth, and tongue. He hummed his approval as she leaked even more.
    The more Brad sucked and licked at her pussy, the hotter she became. She thrashed her head back and forth while both men pleasured her. Kirk was sucking and pinching and eating at her breasts as if he couldn’t get enough of them. Brad had two fingers fucking her hot cunt. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his fingers found her hot spot and began massaging it while he licked around her clit.
    As much as she wanted to fuck them both, she knew her leg and shoulder wouldn’t feel up to it tonight. She would make it up to them tomorrow night. Then all thought processes got put on hold as Brad sucked in her clit between his teeth and pressed hard on her G-spot. Kirk twisted her nipple with one hand and shoved the other nipple deep into his mouth.
    Carmen exploded around them. Her climax rolled through her, sending sparks in all directions. She gasped, trying to hold on to something, anything, to ground herself. The rush of pleasure had her bucking beneath them. Brad chuckled and lapped at her flowing honey as Kirk moved up to kiss her. She grabbed hold of his head in an effort to hold him to her.
    Pleasure suffused her body as the two men slowly brought her down with quiet words and soft touches. They stroked her body from top to bottom and whispered how beautiful she was, how much they loved seeing her come.
    Carmen couldn’t help but respond to their gentle touches and endearing words. She hummed in approval as they wrapped around her. Brad reached down and pulled the covers up over them. She wiggled between them and got comfortable before drifting into sleep.

Chapter Eight

    Carmen was up and dressed before they roused the next morning. She quickly set up the coffee and started breakfast. She was sure they would be hungry. Her shoulder was a bit stiff, but she managed to work most of it out by cooking. Her shin, on the other hand, was still very touchy. She supposed it would stay that way for a few more days.
    She heard the tread of feet on the stairs and smiled. It sounded like Brad. He was a steady walker, where Kirk always had a rhythm to his feet as if he could dance his way to where he was going. She loved knowing that difference between them since it was such a small one. They were each as different as night and day.
    “Morning, baby. How did you sleep?” He kissed her then went in search of coffee.
    “I slept great. My husbands wore me out last night.”
    “How do you feel this morning? Is your shoulder bothering you much?”
    “It’s a little stiff, but really it isn’t bothering me nearly as much as my shin is. It stings when I move.” She turned to show him her leg.
    “It looks a little swollen, baby. Do you think you cracked a bone?” Worry creased his brows.
    “Nah, it would be a lot more swollen than that, and it would be much harder to walk on. I just think it’s going to be sore for a few days.”
    “Hey, baby.” Kirk walked into the room and pulled her in for a thorough kiss before letting her go. “You said your leg is going to be sore for a few days?”
    “Look at it, Kirk. Does it look swollen to you?” Brad held Carmen’s leg up for her so Kirk could look at it.
    “Yeah, it does look a little swollen, but that’s probably from the scrape on it.”
    “I don’t think you should work in the garden today. Why don’t you laze around the house today? We’ll be in and out working on the fence.” Brad handed Kirk a cup of coffee.
    “I’ll be fine. I won’t do much,